Ecstasy & Agony (Complete)

Kakihara hung limply from the ceiling, bound by all manner of chains and shackles, ensuring that he was going nowhere of his own free will, as if he wanted to anyway. His glittery lilac shirt lay in bloody tatters at his feet, it having been sliced from his body after the binding. Ichi had made sure to slice skin as well as silk, to Kakihara’s great delight. His pants were gone too, sliced from his body in similar fashion to the shirt.

His cock was hard. Standing right up against his stomach, shamelessly erect and dripping. Ichi sat across the room staring at him silently. Kakihara wanted to move things along, the anticipation was killing him, figuratively speaking, but he fought the urge to make demands. This was Ichi’s show now, he was in charge.

After what seemed like an eternity, the killer finally stood and moved towards him, circling him like a predator would circle it’s prey. Kakihara thrilled at the feral look in Ichi’s eyes.

“You want this?” Ichi asked him. Ichi was a good man despite his predilections. He hated killing, hated the blood lust, hated that the pain of others satisfied a need in him, hated that he wasn’t normal but had grown to accept that it was beyond his control. His conscience however, allowed him only to take pleasure from those who were less than innocent, thieves, whores, child molesters, murderers, those who’s own perversions mirrored his. People like Kakihara.

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone like you Ichi.” Kakihara told him. “Someone who could truly hurt me, beat me, burn me, cut me, make me scream till my throat bled then hurt me some more.”

Ichi came to a halt in front of the bound blond. He reached out, gently running his hand across the slender naked chest and hooking his index finger through the large silver hoop that pierced one of Kakihara’s nipples. He gave it an experimental tug, testing the strength of the fleshy nub. Kakihara’s eyes locked with his.

“Please.” He whimpered. “Hurt me.”

Without warning he ripped the ring from the nipple, twisting it as he did so to add to the pain. Kakihara yelped, his eyes slipped closed and he tipped his head back. Fuck, that felt good. Seconds later, his other nipple received the same treatment. He yelped louder this time, then moaned as the pain began to spread.

Ichi leant forward and stuck out his tongue, flicking the tip against the torn, bloody flesh, savouring the coppery tang that filled his mouth. Kakihara’s dick twitched, the residual sting of Ichi’s rasping licks adding more to his arousal.

As he continued to suckle at Kakihara’s chest, Ichi’s hand travelled lower, until it reached the yakuza’s throbbing penis. It too was pierced, a thick balled hoop curved out from the eye and over the tip before disappearing beneath the rim, a line of smaller hoops ran down the underside length of the organ and a surgical steel rod gave the top a ridged appearance. One by one, beginning with the one at the base, those rings were ripped out. Blooozeoozed from the wounds, trickling down over Kakihara’s balls and down the insides of his thighs. He looked down, there were splatters of dark red on the ground beneath him, he was bleeding slowly, the wounds were painful but small, he hoped that by the time Ichi was done the room would be bathed in the stuff, like it had been before.

When Ichi reached the ring that adorned Kakihara’s cock-head,slowslowed down, pulling and stretching, prolonging the agony, his own member responding violently to the sight of the splitting flesh.

Kakihara, squealed long and high, his breath coming in short, irregular gasps as his dick was abused. He loved it.

“More.” He panted when Ichi stopped, the last ring now finally removed, the blood flowing a little freer now, the pain more intense. For a moment, the killer just stared at him, then he reached into a hidden pocket and pulled out a long barbed blade.

“More?” He questioned.

“Yes.” dingding no more convincing, Ichi grasped the yakuza’s cock tightly and positioned the tip of the blade over the top pressing the point into the skin until it hit metal. Slowly, he dragged the blade along, opening up the organ, revealing the steel rod inside.

This time Kakihara really screamed, so loud it hurt his own ears. The pain was like nothing he’d ever felt before, he didn’t have the words to describe it or how much he desired it and even if he did, his speech centre had been temporarily disabled.

He was dimly aware of fingers poking at the wound and then he heard a soft clink as the rod was tossed aside.

Ichi stood, admiring his work, then looked up into the blond’s pain and lust filled gaze and said…

“What should I do with you now?”


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