Popular Post W0lven Posted November 6, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 6, 2020 Well hello there! I'm back with part 3! I'm glad you seem to... Enjoy... my story, heh! Jokes aside, your comments are very good at motivating me to write whenever I can. So thank you ! Thanks a lot @dredlifter! I read some of your stories and liked them quite a lot - I'm real glad you like reading what i'm writing Aaaand now the main event i guess (sure feels like it's getting longer all the time damn)! we're drifting slowly further into fantasyland~ Part 3 The third large pizza’s box was soggy with unmentionable fluid when Bran got to it. It made reaching the meal inside more difficult. With a flare of annoyance, Bran bent over it to rip the top off-- accidentally spreading his legs too far: the last two boxes started falling to the ground. Bran caught the boxes with one of his large mitts. Unfortunately, he’d already got the cover of one the remaining pizza off, which left one extra-wide pizza sliding toward the ground. Bran immediately sat back up, one safe box in hand, and squashed his muscled wheels together, preventing the pizza from falling to the floor. It also meant that its content spread on the inner sides of both legs, leaving sauce, ham and cheese behind. “FUCK!”, Bran boomed, angry; glaring at what he managed to save. It wasn’t enough, wouldn’t be enough- “For fuck’s sake,” he moaned, riled up, and tore half a pizza to fill his mouth – a bit too much – and finally relaxed back in his couch. He went back to his favorite position; leaning back, ass close to the edge, spread legs. Since his last pizza’s fillings was half-spread all over his legs, and eyeing the pitiful amount of food left in his grasp, he decided to go savor what he had left. Soon, Bran was loudly growling in bliss; his gut finally felt almost satisfied, throwing his head back, the hunger receding a bit. And so, before Bran finished his feast, another need pulled all his attention. He was beating his wet hard prick against his rock-hard abs, loudly pleasuring himself, splashing more pre on his meaty-and-sauce-covered legs, when he heard thumps on the wall behind his head. His lewd rumbles turned into one angry growl, and he smashed his head back, making a much louder thump. After a few seconds of tense silence, he went back to business. One rough finger slid under his dick and rubbed at the underside of his angry, flaring glans, while the other stopped caressing his huge balls, which he pulled out and above his short – they felt bigger, so good, fuck – and started teasing ah his hole. For a hot second, he thought about how warm, how thick, how fucking sensitive his body felt, about how his hole was already prepared for a thorough fuck, it was so wet- and his thoughts were gone, a hot flash of searing heat suddenly spreading from his balls, fists clenched hard, gritted his teeth, whole world turning into utter white noise – His whole brawny body tensed up, tight as a bowstring- Cock jerking up and down like a wild beast, balls pulled up, tight, tighter, ohgodsotight- Just a little more... “YEEESSSSSSS!” Bran roared out at his almost painful release. Right away, thick white goo went out like a volcano, coating his face and filling his mouth with his own taste – he moaned out-loud and reached to wipe some of it off, skin rasping against stubbled jaws (funny, he didn’t have that an hour ago, the thought came and went) – he put a hand back in his mouth and sent out his thick, wide tongue to bathe his flesh. His other hand was busy, too, caging his wild cock, holding it toward his chest when- His body arched back, tensing again, and release came, again, the rhythm repeating itself again, coating more of him in white, and again, cum spreading over the couch, and again, now reaching the ruined pizza at his side, and again, the intense exertion making him feel both heavier and looser. Again, and he shot his head back into the wall, a primal growl of male pleasure escaping his wet maw, again, and he tightened a fist against his thicker cock, another shot of pleasure bursting out of both his now fist-sized glans and his wide mouth, and again… … Until someone pounding on his door jerked him out of his intense ongoing self-fuck session, and concentration split and scattered. His pants turned into a deep snarl of fury, that broke when another cannon shot of cum shot off. Recovering, he took several deep breaths and sat up – wet noise coming from the ruined couch and of his heavy foot hitting the pool of come under him – and pleasure bit at his train of thoughts. From afar came a vague “For fuck’s sake, dude,” but Bran was already too lost in sensations to care anymore. Once more, cum landed everywhere, and he gulped big amount of air in, heavily-muscled torso lifting up and down fast under his oh-so-tight shirt. Calming down at last, he watched in impressed confusion as thick strands of seed hung from his cock, his still steel-hard fucktoy of a cock, as more seed was pushed out and slowly pulled down his pole by gravity, like thick magma. He took some of the fresh warm juice in his hand and rubbed his fingers together. “So fuckin’ THICK,” he muttered in appreciation. His come had never been so thick, that was a bit weird, maybe he should- The pounding redoubled in intensity. “Goddamit, is he for fuckin’ real,” huffed Bran. He dropped his hand and got up, feeling like he weighted a ton – “must be all the food” – and, strangely enough, refreshed, as though he got a second wind. Once upright, he lumbered a few steps around the tiny coffee table and caught his reflection in the dark screen of the TV. His immense frame shocked him out of his irritation. He used to be a pretty buff guy, and, while he hadn’t had the definition of an utterly dedicated gym-bunny, he had been far from the worst of his peers. He had always been thick-boned; it ran in the family, and, while he had been tall at 6’3 with a somewhat wide frame, fluctuating at around 240 pounds.. Well, the beast that glared back at him was clearly superior in every way. He could tell, despite all the cum (so thick and gleaming white under the lamps of his living room) and the rest of the pizza on his legs, contrasting sharply with his own tan skin and newly hairy bod. His thighs were so bloated with muscles, he had to spread his legs to walk easier. And what the fuck was up with his body hair! The hairs on his heavy legs had grown both in number and in length, and even his feet--fucking beast-like in their new lengths, girths and widths- were covered in hairs. He lifted his shirt, straining the threads even further, to take in his wet pubes, and the same was true there. A wave of heat followed these realizations, and his newly-thick-as-a-beer-can cock bobbed up and down, seeking attention. Bran gave it its due; his mast was slightly thinner at the base, getting broader as he ran his palms on his length - making lewd wet noises-, to thin again right before the humongous glans. His head must have been almost as big as the average dude’s fist, he thought, getting hornier by the second. He groped his balls as they rested on the stretched-out fabric of his short -which fit more like tight boxer briefs at this stage, hiding nothing-, feeling how much bigger, how utterly bloated, they were, laying on his shorts and thighs like small lemons- The pounding on his door started again, and he twitched in renewed annoyance. He thought the little fucker could deal and resumed taking himself in. He ran his mitts on his thighs, feeling the warmth his flesh emitted, the dips and rises of striated muscles and numerous hose-like veins, and combed his sausage-like fingers through the thick mix of hairs, cum and pizza left-overs. Then he rose back up, lifted a hand to his nose and sniffed, slowly at first, then panted like a beast at his own smell, the scent of his balls, of cum, making him hornier, and the tomato sauce mixed-in, renewing his need to consume more food. His thicker tongue slurped the mess on both hands, fast. And focus broke; he sighed audibly at the door. Then Bran, intent on enjoying his new brute-like body, almost struggled to pull up his shirt. And he became deeply satisfied when the shirt, already struggling against his mighty arms and broader shoulders, tore apart easily. He tore up what survived and, thick pole bobbing harder, took himself in. Big fat veins raced from his pubes and up his large sharply-defined 8-pack, with huge walls made of pecs almost hiding the upper row, nipples certainly in hiding under his pectorals now, a profound valley sinking in the mountains and hills of his torso covered by a thick treasure trail. Nostrils flared wide, breathing in his own scent, and his reflection snarled happily at the picture his traps, neck and shoulders made; his shoulders were wide, striated and – turning a bit on himself – now thick as hell, and his traps had grown so big they melted into his thicker and longer neck almost at the bast of his hairline. Wide eyes glared back at him, and he smirked; his more square jaw, more pronounced cheekbones and heavier brows were all giving him a more mature, more intimidating look. Added to that, his stubble had grown so fucking thick since the day started, it- “Yo FUCKER, OPEN THE DOOR, I know you’re in there you asshole!! And don’t pretend you’re not in there, I can SEE your fucking light on now the same way I could hear you watching your fucking porn so fucking LOUD!” Bran, rage pumping in his veins, bellowed back, even louder, “SHUT YOUR FACE, BITCH, I’M COMING!”, giving no fucks if he woke up anyone else on the damn floor, they’d real soon know better than to give him shit like that boy. That fucking brat would be the first to learn, Bran smirked sharply, darkly pleased at the thought. Still, he hesitated for a second. Then he forced his full-mast back in the skin tight pouch of his short, and decided giving his body more fuel was more urgent than some little whiner. He went back to the soaked couch, picked the ruined, cum-covered pizza- strands of liquid extending for almost a two feet before snapping- ,folded it in two and put a good amount of it in his mouth, groaning at the taste. Bran thought he’d definitely teach the brat some manners, alright, and, with an inner smirk, marched on, heavy footsteps shaking the floor. And, above all, utterly uncaring of the disgusting state he was in, Bran went for the door, a big mitt casually kneading his oozing dick the whole way. 45 3 5 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post W0lven Posted November 7, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 7, 2020 The annoying neighbor is gonna have the longest show of his life. Is he ready for it, tho? Does Bran care?.. I guess we'll see But don't worry guys, I have lots of ideas. The story might get lighter-toned at some points, maybe. I guess we'll see.. Also, here's the longest chapter so far. Enjoy! Part 4 Sleep deprivation was easily one of the worse things college students had to deal with, Thomas thought. Between his job as a waiter, his college courses and juggling with everything else in his life, Thomas usually had much on his mind. As it was, he had been both very glad the holidays were there, and very stressed, due to the sudden extra projects piling up right before the holiday’s start. Thankfully, since most students left the city during break, his job was lighter than it usually was and he was sent home early. He’d been thoroughly appreciative of the opportunity and had been intent on sleeping the rest of the night through. Thus, when he woke up (after what was effectively a short nap) with a start to thumps against his bedroom’s thin wall, he was quite annoyed, to say the least. But he had reasoned that’s what life was like sometimes, and he only had to wait it out, a tad disgusted – how long could a guy take before release anyway? But when the loud sounds for squelching flesh, pornographic grunts and roars kept going past thirty minutes, his thought processes headed toward quite annoyed, and he tried to get his beefy neighbor to stop from the safe confine of his bedroom. However, when that proved insufficient, Thomas went on the warpath. He didn’t care if the big lug could snap his spine in half, he needed sleep, goddamnit! That was what he thought as he walked in the hallway toward his neighbor’s door. An odd smell hand in the air, a familiar tang almost too strong to be identifiable. Some of it was clearly a mix of sweat and musky male testosterone, though. The scent got heavier the closer he got to his neighbor, but it wasn’t relevant: Thomas’s anger burned through him. The low growl that greeted him when he stood in front the door had him thinking, irrationally that, perhaps there was a beast somewhere in the chilly hallway, but he banished the thought and banged on the door, to no avail. He did everything he could to get Bran’s attention. His anger grew the longer he was ignored or insulted, and he didn’t care if anyone else could hear him. After all, he was probably doing them a big favor. No one could rest with that racket going on! Thomas didn’t spare a moment to think the building was less populated right then, nor did he care what could happen if Bran got really angry with him. That was no fault of him; in his mind, Bran had always been a pretty decent guy. Sure, he had never been the outgoing kind, but he had a nice slow smile and a quiet way of being that made him somewhat forgettable. Usually, anyway. The few times they had met, Bran had seemed to be a quiet, taciturn presence, unlike lots of the jocks of the various sport teams he surrounded himself with. He was overall a quiet guy. That was why Thomas had taken a while before deciding to confront him that night; it was rare of him to make a show of himself. And every dude had a tacit right to jerk off in peace. That didn’t mean Bran could do it with his porn vids’ volume so high the walls vibrated with every porn star’s noises! Thomas didn’t care if Bran banged dudes tonight, he just wanted peace. That was the entirety of his reasoning until the door banged open. “Fuckin’ finally duuuu…” Thomas trailed off, in shock. He didn’t expect the wall of decadent muscles now filling his vision. Wide-eyed, Thomas took a step back, and another when his gaze met Bran’s intense glare. “uhhh…”, that was impossible! Bran didn’t like that two weeks ago! What the heck was going on?! Bran was busy polishing off something which was leaking a strand of… cheese? Down his pec, one thick paw palming a humongous cockhead (Thomas’s eyes bugged out), shoulders almost filling the doorway. From his short hair to his knees, he was literally covered in white matter, some of it dried out and lots of it still fresh, as though it had been messily painted on him. It could almost be compared to an erotic TV ad about shampoo, except.. It couldn’t be cum?! The amount alone was too much for a human male to produce in a year! But the smell..! The smell came with a flood of hot, humid air. Bran’s apartment must have been hot like a furnace. The smell hit Thomas’ nose and his face scrunched. It smelled terrible. And yet, after a few hit, he felt his dick twitch. It made him quite uncomfortable, and suddenly anxious to go. That was made worse by Bran’s slow perusal of Thomas’s body. He gave no indication whatsoever on his feelings when he finished, and Thomas felt quite tiny, suddenly. His 5’9 thin body paled in comparison, and he doubted now his self-imposed mission. Meanwhile, during the enduring silence, Bran had finished his meal and brought the hand previously kneading his dickhead to his hip. Thomas’ attention snagged on said head, watching for a few second the drops of liquids pushing out and through the wet fabric. “So.”, drawled Bran, “the door’s open, now. Happy?”, and he crossed his thick veiny arms, making his pecs balloon out. Thomas’s blinked several times and answered meekly without thinking; “Y-yes, um, if could you be more careful with the noise,”- Bran smirked, and Thomas swallowed hard- “some of us need to get up early tomorrow morning and”, Bran’s eyebrows went up, and Thomas stuttered to a stop. After a few seconds, he tried again: “Well, um, being able to sleep would be appreciated and-” “Says the guy hammering on my door,” Bran scoffed, and Thomas, riled up, tried to protests. He went ignored. “You’re not the only one wanting to sleep, boy.” That shut up Thomas. He didn’t like that, but Bran had stood up, his head almost reaching the top of the door, and Bran’s presence commanded his attention. “As a matter of fact, I’ve been tryin’ to sleep, but as you can see,” Bran flexed his cock, which pulled his short’s elastic band off his muscled abs and let Thomas indeed see. Bran went on, leaning his bigger body toward Thomas, his deep growly voice quieter and lower, ”I have a big. Fucking. Problem.” Bran prowled toward Thomas, bodies standing a few inches apart, thick cock pressed against Thomas’s soft belly through a layer of clothes. Thomas went to disengage, but one of the bigger male’s hands’ palm gripped the back oh his head, finger reaching almost all the way around to his front. Thomas had just the time to feel his skin getting damp from the other’s overheated flesh before Bran squeezed and forced his head up. Bran added something about finally getting some sleep, maybe, but Thomas couldn’t pay attention to that. He was too shocked and terrified by the current events, and pushed backwards, intent on breaking free. “Hgnn,” moaned Bran, his thick muscles seemingly pumping up, “You don’t want to go, man,” and he smirked. “Your cock’s been beggin’ for you since I hoped the door”. “N-no! I-” Thomas realized he was at full-mast, but he had never been attracted to dudes before, and this situation was more alarming than- Bran pulled his head into his body, hissing in delight at Thomas’ resistance. The wider difference in height made Thomas’s head reach under Bran’s burning pecs, and Thomas gasped in surprise. He took in Bran’s musky smell, rapidly overwhelming his mind. Then he was pulled in tighter, body flush against the brute’s feverish body. Two warm bands of damp large meat spread on his back, his head cradled by heated wide palm, another mitt kneading at the fleshy soft mounds of his ass. His cock pulsed harder against Bran’s leg, but still, Thomas tried fighting back. “Let me go!” he snarled on the pec, on a rock hard nipple teased by his moving lips, and tried to push back. Bran groaned louder in the doorway as Thomas failed to move even an inch back, and positioned Thomas’s head back againt his nipple, saying “So good… I need a good fuck and seems like you do too, you uptight bitch. Now SUCK.”. Thomas, intense feeling of desperation and of arousal growing, fought back as only he knew how then. “FUUUUCK” Bran boomed in the hallway, deepening voice shaking the walls. Thomas froze on the spot, terrified, realizing his teeth were clenched tight around the nipple he’d just tried to bit as hard as he could. A wide snarl ripped out over his head, and he winced, body shaking with adrenaline, wondering if hurting the beast still holding him hadn’t been a serious mistake. Just then, Bran’s hold on him firmed, became almost painful on his head and ass, and Bran snarled, voice tight and even deeper: “Do that again.” And Bran pressed his face tight against the underside of his pec. Thomas had just the time to understand the order, relief surging, before he started chewing hard on the giant’s nips, his own dick throbbing, his belly soaked in the bigger man’s searing precum. “Fuck yesss… More… Don’t stop…”, Bran’s voice was getting deeper with each word, and Thomas felt Bran’s body shaking. He bit and licked harder, spit everywhere, Bran’s nipple feeling good in his mouth even as it seemed to be growing bigger with everyone of Bran’s shudders. Then Bran yanked his head back and pushed his face on the other side of his wide torso, and, at the same time, stoop back up. As he did, he took Thomas’s whole body with him, holding him up pressed against his muscled belly and supported by his mitt on Thomas’ ass, one thick finger pressing against his hole. Thomas gasped at that, and grounded his hips against the giant. “Oh yeaaaah, we’re gonna have some real good fun tonight, my bitch”, huffed Bran, a smirk in his voice. With that, he squeezed his prey’s butt hard – Thomas moaned - and walked back into his place, both shoulders hitting the entrance and his steps shaking the floor. Thomas vaguely heard the sound of the door being locked behind them, but he was too lost in the confusing ecstasy clouding his mind. The sweltering heat of Bran’s place had him panting for more air, and every breath made him inhale more of Bran’s scent. It smelled so good, so right.. While he was rocked by Bran walking around, he was vaguely aware of the hand and corresponding band of heat holding his head moving off his body, but he kept sucking. Bran’s encouraging loud grunts turning him on further as time passed, until he heard a sudden rip from under him, and he pushed back to look. Bram’s booming chuckle was just a fitting part of the scene; Thomas looked around and saw that the big stud had been drinking some juice by the amount of juice in his beard and the almost emptied-out 2L bottle he saw him holding. Thomas pushed back further until he could see Bran’s head (it felt further away, was Bran.. Getting taller..? Nah that couldn’t be) and their gazes met. Bran smirked and flexed his jaw. Thomas had to look away, and found that the new patch of wide searing flesh was Bran’s thick fountain of a fuckpole. His short had ripped apart and as he watched, Bran ripped the rest off and let it fall to the ground, muttering, “Ahhh, better…”. In the same quiet tone, Bran added: “Who told you you could stop sucking, bitch?” and slammed him back against his rock-like pecs. Thomas, shaken but amazingly still turned-on, obeyed. And suddenly he felt all clothes being torn apart. “Mmhh, so easy…” Bran muttered, and added, laughing, “Now that’s more like it.” and then he brought up Thomas’s head just far enough so he could kiss him. Thomas, although he was turned on, had no choice in the matter; the musclebound man domineeringly put their lips together and easily pushed his massive tongue through. Soon he was ramming his tongue in Thomas’ throat, both of them moaning, a contrast of cavernous growls and higher-pitched male moans. Thomas’ lungs were burning with the need to breath when Bran released his mouth. “You taste good, little dude”, said Bran with a smirk, eyes closed. Bran had tasted of orange juice and some tangy flavor, Thomas thought. But the beast opened his eyes again, a menacing smile in place; “But I’m nowhere near done.” And then Bran dropped him to the ground in front of him and sat back on the loudly-protesting couch, huge-ass legs spread, ass on the edge, lemon-sized hairy balls almost spilling over the couch, his cock getting kneaded, resting on his colossal set of abs. “Get in there.”, the giant fucker ordered, quiet but commanding. “Lick my balls.” And when the heavy silence set in, Thomas, too startled and uncertain, too shocked with himself for his own unusual behavior, only looked at the giant sprawling back, his head reaching high, until his patience snapped. Bran, lightning fast, took a tight hold of the boy’s neck in his wide mitt, shook him until he had his attention and, wide anxious eyes meeting cold, irritated glare, commanded: “I said.”, Bran’s guttural voice left no way out, “Get. In. There.” and he pulled the other college student’s head against his ball sack, his legs reaching out behind the shocked Thomas sitting in front of him. The thin figure was now stuck between in thick muscled cum-covered legs, his balls and his feet. “Now, suck.”, the low, threatening voice cut through the air. Bran didn’t let go of Thomas’ neck until he did. Then he sat back in his usual sprawl, a mean smirk on his lips and grunts of appreciation rumbling out of his thickly musclebound neck, prominent Adam’s apple moving as he slowly ate the snacks he got earlier, when the bitch was too busy to care. At that thought, Bran chuckled lowly. As he alternated stroking his thick cock, which dripped with thicker and thicker strands of precum, and filing his mouth with juice-covered potato chips, he occasionally caressed the pathetic excuse of a man’s hair, coating his hair with pre. He was nowhere done with his little plaything, and the thought brought him closer to cumming. But he’d first enjoy this little edging session. Mmhhff fuck… His balls felt more bloated than ever before, and Bran could swear he almost felt them pulse. And by the moans, the little sucker was doing well down there. Bran grinned, flexed his thighs, encasing the little one’s head, and kept on chewing. His little slut was going to give him a good night, alright. 44 4 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted November 8, 2020 Share Posted November 8, 2020 Fuck. I love this and he is still grown. I wonder now if the hunger will hit Thomas once he starts sucking the cum out of Bran? 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dredlifter Posted November 9, 2020 Share Posted November 9, 2020 This is quickly becoming one of my favorite unexplained growth stories. I especially love the pacing you've taken. It's fast, but no so fast that we don't get to enjoy every little growth spurt. And it's slow enough that the changes are almost unnoticeable...almost. And it's not so slow that days drag on by. It's a unique pace and it's a breath of fresh air. Every little moment of realization that he's slightly bigger than before is so sexy and hot. Really loved the lines about how his shoulders nearly filled the doorway...and then next time BOTH shoulders brush the doorframe as he walked through. His attitude for how each new pound and each new inch of size is just adding to his masculine power and confidence is fun to read. 2 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Popular Post W0lven Posted November 10, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted November 10, 2020 Thank you for your answers ! I'm glad you all still seem to like this. @ro16966 I have loads of ideas..Thomas, growing with Bran's cum in his belly? Now there's a thought ;) No promises tho. I plan to explore a bit, and we may get to that at some point. @dredlifterI was wondering if anyone would catch that little tidbit with the doorframe aha - I'm trying to avoid going too much into Thomas' pov, because it might show you readers things Bran may not have noticed by himself so far. And at the same time, Thomas's POV is useful since it shows how people react to Bran's "Bran-ness" and the Things-That-Are-Happening. (Mainly the growth, which, for some reasons, lots of people on this website like... And which i'm still teasing you all with aha) tbh I don't know how much longer I can keep that pace - I love it, too, and I kinda feel like if I go too fast, the whole thing may fall apart or feel less intense. And if I go too slow, the chapters may start to drag on. I hope i can keep that balance! Another little problem is, i plan to write a few chapters with less intensity and less focused on growth and dominance at some point. I want to explore who Bran was and who he is besides a college student turning into a goddamn powerhouse. I also want to have you all meet other characters. We'll see. Another thing I need to do is go back to previous chapters and correct stuff! xD Anyway here's the main attraction- Enjoy! (We're getting in that awkward phase where I don't know how to describe things anymore without being rebundant, heh.) Part 5 While bringing yet another handful of chips to his maw, Bran grunted and hit his head against the wall. The boom stopped the boy in his tracks, and Bran felt no pain, nothing but irritation at having his growing pleasure denied, heavy musculature tensing, veins almost bursting out of his skin. In his annoyance, he crushed his food to paste, further angering him. Still, he put everything he could in his gullet, thick Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed the cum-flavored paste of chips. Then, from his thick throat and bulging bands of steel boomed his low guttural voice; “WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU TO STOP?!” He barked, one heavy mitt easily grasping most of the boy’s head. Bran put him back on track. From the pitiful mewl that escaped his toy, Bran had been a bit rough.. The muffled cry and the thought of causing pain had him snapping his hips hard, tormenting further his little fucktoy. Bran could feel Thomas’ whole face pressed against both his heavy, cum-coated ball sack and the root of his meat. He rubbed him against his balls, making sure to coat him in his juice, even as he snapped his hips. Thomas’ cries and weak attempts at fucking off fed his desires, and he almost let himself go. But he held himself back, his muscles tensing more at the restraint, beastly veins covering him from head to toes. He wanted more from Thomas. So he sat up until he was vertical, pushed his cock down as far as the monster would go and, holding on Thomas’ head like one would hold a ball, pulled Thomas up until he could see him wince. His monster hid a good deal of Thomas’ face from his eyes until Thomas’ mouth was firmly pushed against his cockhead. Even then, he couldn’t see his chin or most of his jaw, and noticing that made his cock fight against his one-handed hold. He noticed his cock had more force to it than the boy’s previous attempts at freedom. Bran liked that, too, almost as much as he liked the feeling of Thomas’ wild pants on his sensitive cock. “You keep stopping.. ‘m just helpin’ you stay focused…”, He smirked and muttered. Thomas blushed and looked away, trembling. Bran shook his head, crumbs falling, and commanded softly, almost pleasantly, “Now open your mouth.” Thomas’ wide eyes said no. Bran’s now steely glare turned on him, but he stayed pleasant when he added,“ ’want me to do it for you?” “But it’s too big!” Silence. Bran’s mouth turned into a cruel smirk. Thomas audibly gulped at the almost savage look in Bran’s eyes. Bran leaned forward, thick-boned elbows sitting on big, thick, veiny, still-spread out thighs, his muscular frame taking the entirety of Thomas’s visions. The big mitt that had held down his brutish pole let go, and the fat cock smacked loudly on his huge abs, splashing pre. Bran, eyes trained on every expressions that crossed Thomas’ face, brought up the thick paw to Thomas’s face and caressed his cheek almost tenderly, spreading a big load of goo on his face. The little dude winced away, obviously scared out of his mind, before reluctantly calming down. Bran’s sausage-like fingers scraped through Thomas’ hair, his wet thumb playing with the shell of his ear; his whole hand traveling until it was holding his neck and jaw, all gentle-like. In any other situation, it would have been nice. Right then, however, the depth of the threat was loud and understood; Thomas was rigid. But the act was also seductive – For Thomas, right then, the giant’s actions spoke louder than if he had just shouted I own you now. Dance to my tunes, or else… And Bran clearly saw that reflected in Thomas’ trapped gaze. Bran’s arousal rose higher, but that was only betrayed by more sweat pouring down his body and his bobbing dick, drenching his abs. Still, the big dude continued his game, one fat finger passing lightly over Thomas’ eyes, forcing him to close them. He spread more goo in his hair, too, the squishy sound echoing with both males’ ragged breathing. He kept touching Thomas’s face all over, putting his mark everywhere. Bran kept going on until the still-obviously terrified boy was also flushed with arousal and coated in pre. Only then did he stop playing. Thomas’s head was still in Bran’s huge mitt’s grasp. A thick finger caressed the boy’s parted lips, and, in sudden silence, Bran dipped it in, and guttural voice thick with arousal, said: “You know what I want…” Thomas swallowed, and Bran’s huge-ass finger went deeper even as Thomas’ tongue lavished his finger quite thoroughly. Bran – the taste of skin ripe with sweat, potato chips and the overwhelming flavor of salty cum, the texture of rough skin and last but not least, the sheer width of meat filling his mouth– had him, quite literally, drooling after him. “Oh yeah...” Bran sent his finger into Thomas’ throat, and he gagged. But the big man only stopped to put another finger inside his little bitch. He liked the sight of Thomas’s cheeks flush with blood, and the sound of him gagging had him rocking his lips. He put another finger in and pulled and pushed the three fat fingers in time with the movements of his hips. Bran breathed out at the sight of Thomas’ cheeks bulged and sank in time with his fingers, dick gushing precum now. Drool fell down Thomas’ chin and moans escaped him as Bran used his grasp on his head to facefuck him with his fingers. Bran abruptly stopped and slowly took out his fingers. He stroke the pliable lip nicely, and then brought them up to his own lips, strands of saliva dropping down. Both men were now focused on those fingers, both were panting loudly, but only one of them was watching the fingers as Bran’s wide tongue lolled out and curled around one of them. The other was riveted on Thomas; Bran’s surprising appendage had Thomas whining, and Bran hurriedly stuffed his fingers in his maw- taking in the taste of drool mixed with cum – before he stuffed them back in Thomas’ mouth. The feeling of fullness and the addicting taste of the bigger man had Thomas writhe until he came, mouth biting down as he did. Bran’s grasp on his jaw tightened to the point of pain, and Thomas, as he slowly sank back down to Earth, was dimly aware of Bran’s voice. “Now it’s my turn.” And Bran positioned them both until Thomas’ drooling mouth was sucking and kissing on Bran’s big head. By now, it was almost pissing precum, lots of it sliding in his mouth, the taste peculiar but… Somehow good. There was so much, he had to swallow every few seconds. But what had him in awe, what slowed him down, was the sheer thickness and the goddamn length of the monster. The head and Bran’s hairy, cum-covered pubes seemed to be miles apart, and roads-like veins mapped the entire thing! He swore he could see those large veins pulsing, bulging out with every pump and thinning once his blood had sunk back in his flesh. Thomas give the tip a large lick, scooping up some of the pre that had escaped his attention. The strong taste, as peculiar as it was, was really growing on him. He swallowed thickly, throat full of goo, and breathed through his nose, getting in more of the addictive scent. He closed himself and let go, mind focused only on cock and cum, lulled by the rises and falls of Bran’s cavern-like lewd growls. Bran, getting closer and closer to orgasm, was getting quite loud. He couldn’t help himself. But the painful pangs of hunger were now mixing with the sweet, sweet torture his cock was going through. The bags of chips he had been mowing before had not been enough. Frustration gnawed at him. He suddenly let go of both his cock and his toy, a moan of protest escaping from the boy at his knees, and as Thomas, destabilized, fell headfirst on the big dude’s balls, as his own angry cock t repeatedly on his abs, he brought up fistful after fistful of junk food to his maw. He even turned plastic bags upside down to eat more faster. Then, a liter of Sprite went down his throat in a few gulps, a belch echoed in the room. All the food close-by was now gone, and Bran was somehow hungrier, and more frustrated than before his eating frenzy. With nothing else to focus on but his arousal, he grasped angrily the bitch’s neck and closed a fist around the base of his cock, and whacked his long cock on the side of the head below him. Pre exploded out his bitch, but he didn’t care; he had a more interesting show to watch. The small boy’s eyes bugged out in surprise and tears gathered in his eyes even as Thomas’ tried to turn his head away. Bran’s cock somehow thickened more. He did it again and again, enjoying the wet noises, Thomas’ humiliated arousal and the reddening skin under his assault. Then, holding the boy by the opposite side of his head, he rubbed his cock against Thomas’s face… Slowly… Fascinated by the sight of his dick dominating the little slut, the sound of his cock squishing against Thomas’s skin and hair. “You look good down there.” Bran muttered through clenched teeth, a continuous growl rumbling out. The little pig looked up and back down. Seemingly despite himself, he sniffed. Bran’s eyelids lowered, “Yeah, you know your place”, Bran added, slowly rubbing his cock harder against the boy’s head. Thomas winced. Bran fucking loved that. “Mmhh yeah… You, on your knees, ready to serve.” More cock slaps. Bran’s body tensed, again, bigger balls going up. “Always below me.” Bran smirked, glare burning into Thomas’ retina, and, getting off on the view, grunted, and quickly placed the little cocksucker in front of his pole. “Aw yeahhh… You love that… Fuck..” His dick bloated out, and he grunted again, louder. Feeling searing magma boiling up, Bran’s deep voice roared out, “FUUUARKCK!!..” Seconds passed. Bran could feel the thick load of hot cum having trouble charging through his meat. His body clenched tighter under the strain, hose-like veins covering his whole body, rivers of sweat mixed with previous loads of cums leaking down. All of this contributed to Bran’s tortured bliss, and he hissed in feverish desperation. Sharp pain stabbed through the base of his meat, cutting through bliss; he had to look and saw the disgusting sight his cock made. Bloated unlike he’s ever seen, pulsing veins the size of thick fingers covering the whole length, the entire monster a mess of worrying purple and deep red; the broadening of his shaft as cum made its way through. The pain had already sunk and melted into the bliss. He threw his head back and boomed, “OH FUUUUUUUUUCK!” Cum finally spat out. Some landed with a wet thud in the depth of Thomas’ throat, flooded his mouth to the brim – Thomas had no time to think before he started choking. Most of it went back out. Bran let out a lewd groan at the sight, gasped when he felt more cum gather at the base of his penis, heard Thomas choked gasps and roared, “FUCK YEAH..! DRINK THAT SHIT UP, YOU FUCKING SLUT!” Instants passed, and Bran lost himself in tortured bliss once more. He let the boy go, both hands fisted tight around his cock and fucked them HARD through his orgasm, hips snapping violently, uncaring of the boy as he fell back on his back. Bran’s striated musculature twitched rapidly, pumping up everywhere, veins blowing themselves wider to feed the beast’s frenzy. He lost sight of himself then. Nostrils flared wide, he inhaled hard as the second heavier load of cum tore out of him. He roared, mindless, and rammed his hips harder and harder against his fists. His toes curled in their puddles of fluids, cracks sounding out under the man’s rapid breaths. Another load, which felt heavier, went out, and spasms ravaged Bran’s muscular body. The heaving mounds of muscles of his chest and arms burned and tingled more and more with every breaths and with every wanks. Each time release coursed through his cock, he burned hotter. More cum gushed out, over and over, so many times he’d have lost count had he tried, he didn’t know what he was doing, the sensory overload blocking out everything, everything replaced with blazing heat. Pain mixed with pleasure everywhere. More. Pleasure rising up and swallowing him-Something snapped- the shattered parts of him wanted the pain to end-wanted more-needed-to-breath-needed-more-MORE--- 34 3 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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