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At some point Akira stopped counting. He doesn't remember when the day Shiki decided he belonged to him was, but since then, his life drastically changed. Their dynamic slowly evolved into something bigger and more meaningful - that man had a grip on him, that's for sure. Shiki was his owner before anything else.
He didn't really leave the house, but he was fine with that. That was a part of this whole thing that they had established. What started with a simple piercing ended with him being collared by his master (who was quite possessive of his property).
Shiki sometimes left Akira waiting for the entire day, disappearing early in the morning god knows where and returning in the evening or at night, but he never neglected his toy. He just liked to make him wait. Was this a test of Akira's dependency? Maybe.
At first, Akira didn't really care, not only about waiting, but about this entire thing. It was only a matter of time before he found himself looking out of the window or at the door of their bedroom, almost eagerly awaiting Shiki's return. Before he realized, the other man had him exactly where he wanted him to be without applying any pressure - he could leave anytime, but simply didn't have the desire to, that was part of the deal. If anything, he found himself wanting more.
This day was one of those days where he just waited. Akira did take care of the place where they lived, but that didn't cover the entire day, there wasn't really much to do. At some point, he just sat on their bed with his own thoughts, hearing only a faint sound of his jingling every time he moved. Shiki used to put a lock on his collar - as a “just in case” - but that wasn't the case anymore. He just decided Akira doesn't need that anymore and he was right - Akira even caught himself being anxious without that piece of leather around his neck.
These small behavior changes would go unnoticed for most, but not for Shiki. He even found some sort of sadistic joy in seeing Akira slowly break into complete devotion and obsession - it was almost cute. Akira was never big on showing "weakness", so it felt especially good to see him submit with bigger and bigger ease.
It was getting late. Akira was almost starting to think Shiki abandoned him, which filled him with unease. But as if reading his thoughts, he heard a familiar click of the front door and then steps that he knew too well - he'd recognize the sound of his boots anywhere. And so, he got up and left the bedroom to go towards that sound.
”Missed me?” Was always the first thing he heard when Shiki took off his coat and turned to him. Akira still didn't want to admit that he was that attached, but the click of the leash being attached to his collar made him subconsciously nod.
Almost ritualistically, Shiki gently tugged on the leash, pulling the other man closer. Akira didn't resist (at least not yet), he just let himself fall into his owner's arms. “Cute.” Akira knew Shiki was smirking just from the tone of his voice. They both had each other studied into the smallest details. Akira could be blindfolded and he'd be able to tell the other's mood and facial expression just from feeling him move around him.
Shiki gave Akira a few pets, messing with his hair. He had plans for today (or rather tonight), but he never let Akira know what he was going to do prior. There wasn't anything better than seeing the sheer curiosity mixed with fear in his blue eyes.
”Come,” Shiki said a simple command and Akira followed him to the kitchen. Not like he had much choice, he'd be forcibly pulled along by the leash that connected them anyway. Even a simple dinner was very intentional - at this point Akira knew there was something on Shiki's mind, but he was forced to wait yet again.
“Did you eat?” Shiki asked, pulling a container with pre-cooked dinner from the fridge. Akira shook his head, but the look on Shiki's face stiffened. “Use your words.”
”No I didn't.” Akira replied. Even his speech was fully controlled by his master, he wasn't allowed to say a word without permission. This training took Shiki longer than he would like, Akira liked to talk back and run his mouth, but he eventually got there. All it took was Akira putting effort in it.
Shiki wordlessly heated up the food in a microwave and then he sat down to eat. Akira mindlessly knelt down next to his chair, looking at him, waiting. Shiki occasionally glanced at him, as if to check if he's sitting properly and after he decided he ate enough, he took the plate into his hand along with his fork, feeding the rest to Akira.
”What's with you today? You're usually a little bratty, did something happen?” Shiki asked as he put away the plate. “Tell me.”
”Nothing.” Akira shook his head. He was still hesitant about admitting how much he missed him. He was still too conscious to not care about voicing his weakness.
“Nothing then.” Shiki simply repeated Akira's words, his expression only slightly shifted. He knew the real answer, but he also knew that he won't force it out of him - yet.
He tugged on the leash again, this time more harshly, forcing Akira to stand up. If he won't make him speak, he might as well make him scream. With the same force, Shiki pulled him towards the bedroom and Akira was trying his best to not bump into the furniture on the way.
The next pull of the leash threw Akira on the bed. Shiki's movements were seemingly careless, but always precise and controlled. He wouldn't want to accidentally damage his toy.
”The way you always look at me when I do this makes me wanna punch you.” Shiki chuckled, wrapping the leash around his hand once, twice and pulling, closing the distance between them. The kiss was suffocating and all tongue and teeth, Akira definitely didn't expect gentleness. This was just the start.
Akira was starting to think that Shiki wants to suffocate him, but he didn't dare to push him away. Shiki did pull away at some point, leaving Akira already breathless. He loved the way the other looked pathetically submissive when he hadn't even done much. At this point, Akira was eager to find out what will happen to him.
”Okay, enough of this. On your knees.” Shiki commanded him and got up, so Akira could kneel down on the ground. He obeyed, getting on his knees in front of his master. Shiki was still holding his leash, Akira was rarely off-leash in his presence, unless the leash was getting in the way of whatever they were doing.
Shiki placed his hand on Akira's head, petting him as if he was a lost kitten. At the same time, he unzipped his pants with his free hand, pulling them down. Akira could see that Shiki was hard already through his tight pants and now all that was between him and his owner's dick was the fabric of his underwear. Akira was hard too and Shiki knew. He just didn't care at the moment.
”Will you beg for me?” Shiki asked, giving Akira an illusion of choice. All it was was just another command veiled as a question, he was simply being nice.
“Please.” Akira said, his blue eyes meeting Shiki's red.
”Please what?” A simple “please” was never enough. Akira knew.
“Please master.” Akira said, this time Shiki looked satisfied.
He smiled, briefly retracting his hand from Akira's head to pull down his underwear. That wasn't an invitation for Akira to start sucking his dick yet. Seeing that Akira wasn't going to act on his own, Shiki harshly gripped his hair and pulled him forward with a simple word: “Suck.”
Akira immediately took the tip into his mouth and started sucking. Shiki's hand didn't leave his hair, he kept a firm grip on it to pull his hair whenever he pleased. Slowly, Akira moved his head down past the tip, taking half of his dick into his mouth.
Shiki pulling on his hair was already making it difficult for him to completely focus on what he was doing. He was only going by memory, his body was moving on its own. He was basically programmed to do exactly what Shiki likes.
When he looked up, he saw Shiki with his eyes half closed, his chest visibly rising and falling at a faster pace than usual. He was doing well. He didn't need constant praise to know he was doing a good job, his master's body language was enough to tell.
Shiki almost let Akira do as he pleased. For a moment, he almost forgot that he had better plans with him than just letting him suck his dick. He didn't stop him, but he moved one of his feet towards Akira, forcing his knees apart with his boot. He kept his shoes on just for this particular reason.
Akira didn't resist much, but Shiki still used force. He was so hard at this point that any movement sent pleasure through his body. His dick was begging for attention and any form of stimulation, but he knew he won't get anything so easily.
”And don't you dare bite.” Shiki said under his breath, slowly pressing his boot directly against Akira's erect dick. Akira had to summon all of his willpower to not moan; not like he'd be able to do so anyway with a mouth full of dick. It all felt good - too good. He was still waiting for "something" to happen, this was almost too vanilla considering their usual.
As if Shiki was reading his thoughts, he pulled Akira's hair and went from massaging his dick with his boot to pressing down on it with force. He was getting bored of only teasing him anyway; that wasn't as fun as torturing the other man.
He could hear Akira's breathing get heavier, it was significantly harder for him to do basically anything properly now. He didn't know whether to focus on the dick in his mouth or the boot on his dick first.
When he looked up at Shiki again, their eyes instantly met. He's been watching him this whole time. Wordlessly, Shiki pressed down with his boot even harder, nearly stepping on Akira's dick with the majority of his weight.
This time, Akira lost it. In an attempt to not moan, he closed his mouth around Shiki's dick a bit too much. As soon as his teeth hit the flesh, he paused, realizing what just happened.
Shiki yanked Akira by his hair back, pulling him off his dick with a gasp.
“What did I tell you?” He asked, still holding Akira's head, “What part of “don't you dare bite” did you not understand?” He leaned forward, staring into Akira's eyes.
Akira knew this look. He was pretty sure that he knew what was coming next.
“Apologize.” Shiki ordered, but just as Akira breathed in to say sorry, Shiki lifted his foot from his dick and swiftly kicked him, aiming where his foot was previously resting.
The kick made Akira nearly choke on air and his eyes watered. At the same time, he managed to choke out a “sorry”.
“I didn't quite hear that. And take that off.” Shiki commanded him, pointing to Akira's underwear. He hasn't quite recovered from the first kick, but he had no choice but to obey now. He took off his underwear, revealing how hard he was.
“Look how hard you are,” Shiki said as he slightly lifted Akira's dick with his boot. “Fucking whore.” he hissed and placing his hands on each of Akira's shoulders for balance, he gave him another kick.
This time, Akira moaned. He wasn't mentally really there, but what was happening was really turning him on.
“I didn't tell you to stop apologizing. But instead you're moaning like the slut you are.” Even Shiki’s words were sometimes enough to make him weak. All he could focus on was the man in front of him and the throbbing of his abused dick.
“I'm sorr-” he tried to apologize again, but whimpered as soon as he felt another kick. And then another. Every attempt to apologize properly was set back by the other man mercilessly kicking his dick and balls.
He was trying to breathe through the pain, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. In fact, he liked it a lot, but he didn't dare to ask for more. This wasn't his time to decide what is going to happen to him.
Shiki knew too well that Akira liked that. He wasn't afraid to go full force, the only thing setting him back was that he didn't want the other to cum.
So when he decided that Akira's dick had enough, he stepped back and let go of the leash so it wouldn't get in the way. He took a brief look at Akira's dick, which was now bruised and colored in all shades of purple. It was cute. But the man in front of him that looked like he got the best fucking of his life was cuter.
“Wish you could see yourself right now. You look like you're about to cum and I didn't even do anything.” He said as he leaned forward again to cup Akira's cheek.
Akira instinctively leaned into Shiki's touch, his brain was already a mush. They just started, but he not only looked like he was about to cum - he'd really be about to cum if he'd receive a few more kicks.
“Aw poor thing... Did I hurt you?” Shiki mock-pitied him. He just wanted to keep Akira in this illusion that it's over for a moment. He loved playing mind games with him and Akira let himself fall for it every single time.
The hand that was just on his cheek slowly retracted, but not for long.
“Look at me.” Akira heard a simple command and he complied, immediately being rewarded with a harsh slap across his face.
The next thing he knew, his back hit the floor because of Shiki pushing him down with his foot. He then reached for the leash again and leaned closer to Akira's ear.
“Three more.” He whispered and Akira nodded. Shiki then straightened up and stepped to Akira's side and delivered another kick just below his ribs.
And another one.
By the third one, he had Akira moaning and writhing in pain. He was sure that his side was going to bruise nicely for a few weeks. He was the prettiest when he looked used.
Shiki then sat on the edge of the bed, just watching Akira now. He wanted to let him cool down a little before he continued to torture him. He wasn't done with him at all yet and he needed him to last.
After a minute, he stood up again to tug on the leash, pulling Akira on his feet, just to push him on the bed. That was definitely more comfortable than the floor for what he was about to do.
Shiki took off the bottom half of his clothes completely along with his boots and then he reached for something in the drawer of his bedside table.
He then got on the bed, on top of Akira again with one hand behind his back. Akira was trying to mentally guess what Shiki was holding, but frankly, it could've been anything.
He simply laid under him, completely naked and now his awareness was back to how hard he was. He was getting desperate.
Meanwhile, Shiki wordlessly grabbed Akira's chin, turning his head to the side. He wanted to see the now visibly red mark that was left by his hand.
“You're so pretty like that…” Shiki smiled softly, letting go of Akira's chin. “But I'm not done with you yet.”
He then finally revealed what he was holding behind his back this whole time - a knife. He moved further forward, resting the blade on Akira's reddened cheek, slowly sliding down. He wasn't applying any pressure, so all it did was a small scratch.
“Sit up.” Shiki ordered and waited for Akira to sit against the bedframe. When he did, he forced his legs apart.
“Almost forgot-” Shiki said to himself and reached to his bedside table again. He took out handcuffs and cuffed Akira's hands to the bed. Not like he was going to fight back now, he simply looked pretty helpless.
Shiki picked up the knife again, now tracing the blade along Akira's shaft. The sudden cold sensation made Akira shiver. He couldn't take eyes off Shiki's hand that was wielding the knife, watching his every move.
Shiki slowly moved the blade to Akira's left thigh, still just tracing the curve of his thigh. The knife wasn't too sharp, but it was sharp enough to cut if he applied enough pressure.
As Shiki ran the blade across Akira's skin for the fifth time, he moved closer to his inner thigh and finally cut. He didn't cut too deep yet, but it was deep enough for it to bleed immediately.
This sudden sharp pain made Akira gasp. He almost closed his legs, but they were held open by his master. His breath got unsteady and with the second cut, he was already moaning.
Shiki watched the blood slowly pour out of the wounds on Akira's inner thigh, dripping down on the sheets beneath them. He then moved closer to Akira, their faces being only a few centimeters apart.
“Will you look at me?” Shiki said, waiting for Akira to turn his head and open his eyes. As soon as the blue eyes met his, he pressed the knife to Akira's thigh again, now slowly dragging it on Akira's thigh, cutting deeper than before.
The sharp continuous sting that was spreading through his thigh was making him both moan and grimace in pain. Shiki could hear his rapid breathing and he noticed a tear rolling down his cheek. It was starting to get difficult to hide how truly horny he was.
When he removed the knife from Akira's skin, he looked down; the wide cut looked almost like a river of blood.
And so, Shiki put the knife down and shifted on the bed, licking the blood from Akira's cuts. For Akira, it almost felt like Shiki was eating out his wounds. Shiki ran his tongue around the cuts and then he slid right into the wound which made Akira's legs shake.
Suddenly, Shiki bit down over the widest cut, making Akira whine and squirm. He tugged on the handcuffs, but it was no use, Shiki locked them for a reason.
“You're really a whore. I could be trying to kill you and you'd still be moaning and leaking pre-cum.” Shiki laughed, pointing out how wet Akira's dick was.
He decided that Akira's left thigh was cut enough, so he picked up the knife again and moved onto the right. It wouldn't be as pretty if it wasn't symmetrical right?
Shiki was trying to stay focused and not get too much into it, he didn't want to make Akira bleed out. Hearing Akira's helpless whimpering mixed with moaning was like music to his ears. He'd be able to torture that man for hours.
When Akira's right thigh was equally as wounded as the left, he put away the knife for good and freed Akira from his restraints. He grabbed the leash that was attached to Akira's collar once again and tugged, making Akira lay down on the bed.
“Now be a good toy and hold still.” Shiki said, positioning Akira on his back. He held his legs apart, admiring the bloody stains on his skin. He positioned himself right between his legs where the cuts were and then he closed them together.
Then, he started to move his hips back and forth, fucking Akira's wounded thighs. Finally, Akira heard Shiki softly moan; he never moaned much, but when he did, Akira wished he could hear more.
At the same time, Akira was completely out of it. Feeling Shiki's dick rub against the fresh cuts over and over was driving him insane. It hurt so good. He used to not really care about pain or anything in particular, but staying with Shiki made him realize that he actually took liking to pain.
Which was currently quite working against him. Shiki managed to train him to cum from pain and now, Akira had to summon all of his willpower to control himself.
“Close-” Akira yelped and that made Shiki stop briefly.
“I don't think you are, you know you can't,” he spoke, pushing his thighs together more. “Toys don't cum. Understood?”
“Yes master.” Akira nodded.
“So you're gonna be a good whore and hold it no matter what I do to you.” Shiki said and resumed fucking Akira's thighs, this time holding them even closer together.
Hearing Akira's desperate moaning was pushing Shiki closer too. He had much better self control than the man under him, but there was only so much he could handle and so, he slowly let go of Akira's legs, letting them fall back on the bed.
They both took a moment to catch their breaths and Akira's eyes were once again following Shiki, who was reaching for the knife again.
“I think you liked the knife a little too much,” a familiar sadistic smile appeared on his face, “so you definitely won't mind this.” He said and he grabbed Akira's hips, pulling him closer.
Shiki licked Akira's blood from both sides of the blade, looking quite erotic in the process. Once again, the blade was resting against Akira's bruised dick. Shiki was pressing the blade to his shaft, watching Akira's expression slowly change and become more fearful.
“That would be boring. I have better plans, don't worry.” Shiki chuckled, moving the knife away; or rather, lightly dragging it down.
Shiki's focused gaze almost distracted Akira from what was happening to him. He felt him spread his ass cheeks apart and before he was able to realize what was happening to him, he felt an unfamiliar (and quite sharp) object being pushed into him.
He was trying to stay calm, but he couldn't hide the fear in his eyes. Shiki has never done this to him before, it was new and dangerous.
“What if I move it? Hm?” Shiki asked in such a tone, as if he hadn't shoved an entire knife up Akira's ass. He didn't expect an answer from Akira, he just slowly pulled the blade almost entirely out before carefully sliding it back in.
At the same time, he was watching Akira's face to see how he reacted. It was new so he wasn't going to be too harsh.
He could see that Akira likes it. He looked terrified, but he was enjoying it. And when he thought Shiki couldn't surprise him more, he felt the knife twist as it was pulled out of him.
“I had enough playing. I should just use you for what you're best for…. But there's one more thing I should do.” Shiki said, caressing Akira's left thigh with almost unnatural gentleness.
As soon as Akira closed his eyes, Shiki's touch was replaced with a familiar sharp ache, seemingly moving with intention.
“I should've done this a while back.” Shiki stated as the knife left Akira's thigh and that piqued Akira's curiosity. He opened his eyes and now he was staring at Shiki's name carved on the entire length of his left thigh.
Now he really was his. There was something so attractive about the way Shiki went out of his way to make him his.
Shiki placed the knife down next to him for good. As much as it was fun torturing Akira by cutting him, he needed more.
He gathered some of the blood from the fresh cuts and stroked his dick a few times, coating it in the blood. Without giving Akira any time to prepare, he forced himself in, firmly gripping his hips.
It hurt. It hurt almost too much and Akira was sensitive from having a literal knife inside him. Shiki going in raw (blood really wasn't a good lubricant) didn't help either.
“No- stop-” Tears formed in his eyes as he watched the man on top of him thrust into him at already a pretty fast pace.
“Toys don't speak, idiot.” Shiki scolded him and pinned Akira's arms above his head in case he'd get any ideas to fight back. He wasn't really expecting Akira to shut up though; he loved when he desperately begged him to stop.
“It hurts, please-” Akira continued to beg, he felt like he was getting torn in half. He already couldn't see through his tears and at the same time, he had to focus on not cumming before Shiki did. It was all too much.
By the third please, he was rewarded with a harsh slap and Shiki reached for the leash, tugging on it to choke him a little. Seeing Akira choke on air, crying and trying to speak at the same time was turning him more than he expected.
“You're acting like you hate it, but look how hard you are. You're just a whore.” Shiki said under his breath as he loosened the grip on the leash. Although it would be hor to see him choke to death, he needed Akira alive. He didn't even need to choke him for Akira to choke on his cries as he tried to speak.
“Let me go already- please, I don't wanna anymore…” Akira cried, Shiki could hear the desperation in his voice. He was slowly breaking and giving up.
“You're so lucky you're a good hole.” Shiki’s words were going straight to Akira's dick. Although he was saying no, his body was begging for it.
“You're practically screaming for me to fuck you harder,” Shiki laughed and raised Akira's hips, fucking into him at a new angle. “Look at me whore.”
With that, Shiki grabbed Akira's chin, forcing him to turn his head. He almost came just from seeing him look at him with teary eyes full of fear; Akira really was the cutest like this.
Shiki forced his mouth open, spitting in it as he picked up the pace once more. His thrusts were getting sloppy as he was getting close.
Soon enough, Shiki thrusted into Akira for the final time, cumming deep inside him with an audible moan.
“You wanna cum too, don't you?” Shiki asked, breathing heavily. Akira just nodded, he was so close for quite a long time now.
Still inside him, Shiki grabbed Akira's dick and started to stroke him, massaging his tip with his thumb. He could see Akira struggling.
“Go ahead.” As soon as he said that, Akira came all over his hand, moaning Shiki's name. His brain was completely fucked out and his throat was now sore from screaming.
Shiki pulled out and laid on the bed, pulling Akira closer to him. He rested his head on his shoulder, biting his neck to mark him.
“You did so good.” He whispered. Now he was back to petting Akira who was just softly smiling.
Their bed was a complete mess now, but neither of them cared. They were just going to clean up later.