Ecstasy & Agony (Complete)

Better to come. Was that even possible? Kakihara was already in more pain than he’d ever been in his life. Only Ichi could torture him so wonderfully and still have more to give, only HE could take what Ichi had given and still want more. They were perfect for each other. Somewhere in the deepest darkest recesses of his mind Kakihara couldn’t help but think it was almost a shame that he would survive to enjoy another encounter with Ichi.

“Bring it on.” He told the killer, his eyes glittering as he spoke.

Ichi grinned. He picked up the knife from where he had dropped it earlier and held it in front of his face for inspection. Long and more importantly, sharp, it would do. He circled Kakihara one more, coming to a stop behind him. Ignoring the two rows of piercings that flanked his spine, he would deal with those in time, the killer lifted the knife and pressed the tip firmly into the flesh between the blond’s shoulder blades until the skin broke and tiny beads of blood began to roll down his back.

“Yes.” Kakihara whimpered, the pain of the injuries inflicted upon him thus far making it difficult for him to think, let alone produce much more than an occasional plea. Any normal person would surely have passed out by now, but Kakihara was NOT normal, he fought the urge to fall into unconsciousness, he wanted to feel everything. He arched backwards, his spine curving out, seeking more from the blade. Ichi obliged, dragging the blade down the length of Kakihara’s spine and opening up a huge bloody gash.

Now Ichi felt it was time to deal with the piercing and he did the same to these as he had done to the others. He ripped them one by one from Kakihara’s body. The deep incision in his back meant that his skin could not stay taut while Ichi worked thime ame and so with each tug it was separated from the muscle beneath until it hung loose, attached only to the remainder of his skin and nothing else.

It was too much for Kakihara, all of his past agonies (and he had suffered many at Boss Anjo’s hands) had been surpassed by the killer, Ichi, and he could no longer hold back. He gasped, his body tensed in its shackles and his eyes, probably the only part of him that didn’t hurt, rolled back into his head as he succumbed to his urges and came, shooting jet after jet of hot, sticky, white semen all over his stomach and the floor beneath him.

Ichi looked down at the mess. It was turning the growing puddle of blood a lovely shade of pink there was so much of it. If he’d ever doubted how truly masochistic the yakuza was, he wouldn’t make the mistake again. He had a new goal now. He wanted more than just to inflict pain, he wanted to test the limits of his own depravity. He wanted to know what else he was capable of, how much more pain he could deliver before his victim’s body just couldn’t take it anymore and shut down.

“I didn’t tell you to cum yet.” He said, in mock anger. “Now I have to punish you.”

Ichi’s words had Kakihara erect again and needy in no time at all but before he could even begin to anticipate his punishment, it was dealt. Ichi rammed the blade right up his ass, the only lube being his own blood which was now flowing freely. He screamed, like he’d never screamed before. He hadn’t even thought it possible that a person could hurt so badly and not die. He was ecstatic to find he was wrong.

The knife was yanked out, twisted then shoved back. He screamed again.

“Ichi, Ichi, Ichi.” Over and over he chanted the name of his blessed tormentor. No one had ever been able to hurt him like this before, no one had ever made fee feel so fucking alive. “More, please Ichi. Don’t leave me to bleed to death like this.” He rasped.

The killer moved. Kakihara’s vision was fading now but he could still hear the footsteps. The last thing he saw before his sight deserted him for good was Ichi’s booted foot flying through the air as he spin kicked him nearer to his death.

He barely felt the blade slice through his stomach, he was already in such glorious agony. It wasn’t until he felt his insides shift and a gaping emptiness slowly begin to fill him that he realised what Ichi had done. He heard a soft sloshing sound followed by a splashy thump and wished his vision had held for just a little longer. He’d have given anything at that point to be able to see his internal organs spilling out onto the floor in front of him.

With his vision completely gone now, Kakihara was acutely aware of every sound he heard within the four walls of this room. More footsteps, a strange rustling, a zipper opened, much panting and whimpering and suddenly he wasn’t empty anymore. An intense burning sensation radiated outwards from the spot where his stomach had been opened up, what was left of his insides, what Ichi held inside him, throbbed. The smell of male arousal filled his nostrils, overpowering the scent of viscera and he knew that Ichi was fucking his wound.

Somehow, that knowledge just made everything feel so much better.

“Fuck me harder.” He pleaded, between wails and gurgles of blood, and Ichi did. He thrust his own aching cock into the grisly cavity again and again until he finally exploded, filling the yakuza with his essence, and when his orgasmic convulsions came to a halt, he took a wobbly step backwards and surveyed the damage he had caused.

Kakihara was hardly recognisable as a man anymore. He was little more than a writhing, pulsating mass of raw flesh and exposed nerves. He was beautiful. What was left of the blond, twitched and he groaned softly. He was still alive, just.

Too much pain, too much pleasure. Kakihara couldn’t separate the two anymore. Pain gave him pleasure, always had but the pleasure that Ichi had given him was so pure, so extreme, that it was almost painful in itself. He couldn’t stand it any longer, he needed this to end, he needed die. It was the one and only thing that could possibly top what Ichi had done to him tonight. He had to tonitonight, because he knew without a doubt that he would never again be able to feel such exquisite torture and he couldn‘t live with that.

“Kill me now.” He pleaded. “Please.”

“Yes, now.” Ichi’s voice was music to his ears. He was finally going to be free, he’d never been so happy.

Ichi, took a deep breath and spun himself round on his good foot, delivering one final, devastating kick to Kakihara’s bloodied face, the force of the blow snapping his neck clean in two and burying his blade so deep in his skull that he would need to remove the boot to get it out, and as he died, Kakihara’s cock jerked and spasmed violently, the fragile remains of his life essence being drained from his body with his cum, the way he had always wanted.


THE END