The Skinning

“Wake up whore,” Isshin purred once my eyes fluttered open. “It’s time for your skinning.”

I was on my stomach this time, my bare chest fitting snug against the canvas while my arms were twisted up above me at a painful angle that made my wrists burn and ache.

Involuntarily I found myself tugging at the restraints that were still around my wrists. I was afraid and Isshin knew it.

“This will hurt,” he said almost cheerfully, brandishing a knife that was the length of my forearm in his meaty fist. “But you like it when it hurts don’t you?”

The look in his eyes clearly said that if I didn’t agree that I wouldn’t enjoy the pleasures of Isshin’s skill with the knife.

“Hurt me Isshin-sama,” I cried out, my throat raw and my voice hoarse from my earlier fit of screaming, “I need to bleed for you!”

Isshin hummed happily and pressed the point of his blade into the nape of my neck, refusing to stop until the blade broke the skin and the first drops of my blood welled up and tricked slowly down the back of my neck. He kissed me there lightly, with barely any pressure at all.

When I didn’t flinch he pulled the blade down the length of my spine, scoring the skin so that he could remember the places that he would be cutting off later on in the evening.

The initial knife cuts didn’t hurt, but I knew better than to expect that the actual skinning would be painless. The real pain started when Isshin started to cut my skin off, when he started to peel me as if I was a vegetable or something.

“Is that painful enough for you?” Isshin grunted into my ear as he separated me from more of my skin. His voice seemed to go straight from my ear down to my groin and my erection twitched against the sling in response to that primal ground.

My nerves were on fire; I couldn’t tell up from down and frankly, I didn’t want to.

All I could do was scream and thrash against the sling as my cock twitched and covered the sling with my creamy offering.

Isshin’s hands were gentle as they pulled the skin away from my bleeding back and soon my screams died down to soft whimpers.

That was when Isshin started to skim away the thin layers of fat and muscle that covered my back and upper thighs, making sure to avoid my ass.

My body was numb where it needed to be. My back, a place that should have been burning with sharp pain felt nothing at all, while the front of my body was sensitive to the slightest breath and once again my cock pushed uncomfortably against the sling’s canvas material.

Finally he finished with me.

I could feel my blood dripping down the raw flesh of my back to pool into the dip above my ass. It was a disconcerting feeling, but Isshin more than made up for it with what he did next. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to the only part of my back that still had its skin.

Slowly he lapped at my blood, using the tip of his tongue to tease me and make me writhe.

When he pulled away again, his lips and nose were cold against my ass. I could feel him smear blood over my ass and I squirmed at the sensation. “Oooo” I moaned softly, relaxing my body and sinking into the body of the sling. “That feels good...”

He pressed his tongue into my ass, licking around the edges of my entrance before gently pushing it inside of me.

I cried out and clenched my fists around the restraints that were keeping my arms twisted up at such an extreme angle. Isshin’s slick tongue worked past the muscles of my ass, making me wet and slick for him.

“You taste good whore,” Isshin groaned once he had pulled his tongue out of me. He pressed two of his fingers into my ass, spreading me open just a little bit and searching lazily for my prostate. “And you’re so fucking tight even after you’ve had my dick inside of you... I want to be inside of you again...”

I started to cry when Isshin started to finger me. I was in so much pain that it hurt to breathe yet all I could think of was how it would feel to have Isshin’s thick cock inside of me once more.

Isshin’s fingers curled down and pressed against my prostate, pulsing against the tiny nub until I wailed and my hips jerked against the rough material of the sling.

My cock was so hard that it hurt to even think about it. I wanted to cum, that’s all that my mind was registering. It didn’t matter how I got there; I wanted to cum before I passed out from the pain.

I started pleading with Isshin, begging him to fuck me again.

“Isshin-sama,” I found myself moaning as I pushed my ass back against the fingers that were spearing me open. “I need you inside of me. I need to have your cock in my ass!”

Isshin leaned over my back, pressing me more securely into the sling and causing sparks of pain to race up and down my spine as he slowly pushed his thick erection into my ass.

I gasped as the drying blood on my back stuck to Isshin’s skin and twinged painfully as he rocked against me.

“Hurts...” I said softly, my voice a soft whisper as pieces of my skin were pulled off.

But I didn’t attempt to pull away.

He licked my ear quickly before moving his hand down to stroke my swollen erection until I cried out and bucked against his chest.

“But you’re so hard for me whore...” Isshin purred, satisfaction obvious in his deep voice, “I guess that means that you’re not hurting as much as I’d like you to.”

He closed his fist around my cock and squeezed it tightly, pinching the tip until I cried out and started to beg him.

“You’re hurting me..please...don’t oh oh oh my god!” I screamed as Isshin’s nails began to puncture my cockhead and blood started to seep through thin cuts. My cock was on fire with pain and a tiny bit of pleasure that didn’t do much to help me calm down.

“I thought you wanted it to hurt...”

I cried out when he brushed his fingers over my bleeding cock head and tried to shove him off of me by using my hips and ass.

“Stop it please Isshin-sama,” I begged in a piteous wail as Isshin smeared blood all over my cock, “that doesn’t feel good!” Isshin smirked against my neck and squeezed my cock gently before finally pulling his hand away.

I heard slurping sounds coming from overhead and I knew without a doubt that Isshin was lapping my blood off of his fingers.

“But you taste good...”

He slid his hand around and shoved his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to open my mouth wide and take those long digits inside of me.

I choked on the taste of my blood on Isshin’s skin, choked on the need and desire that my client was making me feel.

My ass clenched around his cock in quick movements, sucking Isshin in and milking him for his seed as he came inside of me.

I felt like a used whore.

And I never wanted the feeling to end.