The Skinning

Isshin let me down from the sling and held me up with one arm wrapped around the base of my back, pressing into the raw skin as I clung to him, pain filled sobs slipping past my lips.

I was still bleeding, but the blood flow had slowed to a slow trickle and I was in no danger of bleeding to death.

My breath rushed out in a sigh around the gag. I was in so much pain that it hurt to even think straight but against Isshin’s thigh, my cock pressed insistently against the smooth flesh that was covered in a thick mat of wiry brown hair.

“What should I do with you now?” Isshin whispered into my ear, sliding his hand up from my stomach to close securely around my throat. “Maybe some of my guests would enjoy fucking you...”

He trailed off and watched with a sadistic smile as I squirmed against him and found myself trying to pull away. “Perhaps you would enjoy it if Aizen could be coerced into fucking you.”

Aizen was deep in conversation with his tablemate, an older gentleman that I recognized as an avid activist for homeless reform. He glanced up from his plate and fixed me with a hungry look that I recognized as the same one that the older man had had on his face as he fucked my mouth all those years ago.

“Come up here Aizen-san,” Isshin commanded, using my bare body to entice the older man. “My little Zeke would love it if you would fuck him senseless.” Large hands closed over my butt cheeks and pulled them apart roughly, showing off my swollen asshole. “Can’t you see how badly he wants it?”

Isshin’s guests began to talk in loud whispers and several people glared at Aizen with poorly hidden malevolence.

_{Why does he get to fuck that whore...He doesn’t deserve it...He’s a fucking hypocrite, cheating on his poor wife like that...I wish I could have that ass...}

Aizen rose to his feet slowly, his eyes fixed on my naked body with single-minded determination.

“I would be happy to have another chance with this whore,” Aizen admitted once he was finally up on the low stage. “I never did get to hurt him properly and I do regret that.”

Aizen cupped the back of my newly shorn head in his large hands and tilted it back until my head was strained and bent at an awkward angle.

He kissed me then, releasing years of sexual frustration into a kiss that left me shaking.

Isshin’s hands were busy at my sides, running over my blood-slick skin absently as I moaned into Aizen’s hot mouth. My skin was a mass of sensation as Isshin dug his nails into the flesh above my groin and raked them up slowly, causing thin lines of red to form on my skin.

“Ahhh Isshin-sama,” I cried out against Aizen’s mouth, still struggling weakly against the tight band of Isshin’s arm over my chest. “You’re hurting me!” It was Aizen who responded to my soft whisper.

“You know you want it whore,” Aizen growled into the shell of my ear as his long fingers replaced Isshin’s on my leaking cock. “You know that you like being humiliated...” His low voice sent ripples of lust down my spine.


My thighs slid wetly over each other, slick with copious amounts of Isshin’s creamy semen as well as a slight amount of blood. I both hated and loved the feeling of being so full of come that it leaked out of me and slowly trickled down my legs.

Instead of hurting me as Isshin had, Aizen instead stroked me quickly until I cried out and melted against Isshin’s broad chest. My cock was hard, swollen to the point where the slightest touch made it ache.

“Turn around.” Isshin growled, tightening his fingers over the skin of my hips and forcing me to bare my ass to Aizen’s gaze. “Show Aizen how much your slutty ass wants to be fucked.”

He spread my ass cheeks, prying them apart while at the same time pressing down on my lower belly until I found myself pushing his come out of my ass.

“No! It’s dirty!” I screeched, managing to yank my hand out of Isshin’s grip and shove it back to try and stem the flow of semen and blood that was coming out of my asshole. “I’m dirty back there!”

Isshin chuckled darkly and pressed his fingers into my asshole, fingering me slowly until I cried out and the tip of my cock slipped wetly over the lightly furred expanse of Isshin’s belly.

“I know that you’re dirty,” he murmured, “why else would I be interested in you?”

His fingers curled against the inner walls of my entrance, rubbing his finger tips over the bump of my prostate until I squealed and my knees gave out.

I started to slide down out of Isshin’s grasp.

Aizen moved forward as Isshin took a step back and he pulled me against his chest, not caring one bit that his expensive suit was becoming stained with my blood.

His lips were pressed against the shell of my ear. “You were a pretty whore when I picked you up,” he murmured almost lovingly as he rocked the still-clothed bulge of his impressive erection against my ass. “Even though you were thirteen, I knew that you were the most beautiful boy that I had ever seen. I never thought that I would get another chance to fuck you...”

Aizen pressed his tongue into my ear, licking along the side of my ear as his fingers pulled slowly at my nipples. They were swollen and hard already but thanks to Aizen's torturous caresses, they stood out at attention for him.

“Please fuck me!” I found myself begging as Aizen’s fingers trailed down my stomach and closed tightly around my cock. “I need you to fuck me.”

“No.” Aizen whispered pulling away from me and leaving me to wobble on unsteady legs for a few seconds before they gave way entirely and I dropped to the floor.

Isshin’s guests laughed as I stifled a cry of pain with my hands.
“I doubt that Isshin-san is finished preparing for desert. Let him finish before I fuck you…”

Isshin moved in to take Aizen’s place. In his hands he held a small covered tray as well as another knife. This knife was thinner with a wickedly curved blade and serrated edges.

“Would you like to know what I’m going to use this knife for?” Isshin purred, crooking his finger to signal for his two assistants to come to his side to help me up. “Would you like to know what comes next?”

I shook my head as best as I could while Masa and Imami placed me back into the sling. “I don’t want to know. Please don’t tell me…”

Isshin chuckled and he moved to stand in front of me.

“I think I’m going to tell you anyway…Do you know what blood pudding is?” he murmured as Masa took the cover off of his tray for him. On the tray lay six or seven empty syringes that were large enough to remind me of the days when I used to sell my blood to get pocket money.

I nodded, the memory of the rich pudding on my tongue making me relax ever so slightly.

“Good. Well that’s part of what’ s for dessert,” Isshin informed me as he pressed a syringe into my wrist. “Are you going to taste what I make of you?”

I shrugged as best as I could (which wasn’t really that well) and lowered my eyes. “If you want me to I will do it.”

Isshin smiled and gave me a kiss as a reward. “Good boy,” he purred as he switched the used syringe for a new one and pressed that one into my wrist as well. “You’ll like it…You’re almost as sick and twisted as I am.”

Masa walked over to me holding a little plate of food in his hands. “I have some of the tarts that we made with your skin and back fat. Are you sure that you want to do this?”

I nodded and opened my mouth expectantly. I wasn’t the kind of person to go back on a promise even if it was something that I would regret later on in my life.

The taste of my flesh in the small tart was masked by the burst of flavor on my tongue from the spices and sugar that Masa had used to cook it.

My shock must have shown on my face because Isshin started to laugh. “You’re too precious. Did you expect something different when you tasted that?”

I found myself nodding.

“Did you like it?”

I nodded again.

“You’re such a good boy,” Isshin praised me as he placed the final syringe on the tray. “I almost wish that I didn’t have to do what I’m about to do to you…”

Isshin picked up the smaller knife and pressed it into my thigh, sawing away at my skin and fat and until he hit the bone. The pain was…oddly bearable. It wasn’t the violent stabbing pain of being skinned alive, but the fact that I was in pain pretty much did it for me right then and there.

I let myself go for real after that, moaning unabashedly and begging to be fucked. The pain had sparked something inside of me, something that I had never felt before, and I wanted more. I couldn’t say how many times I willingly accepted pieces of food from Masa’s hands or how close I was to another spine melting climax from the knife alone.

Suddenly Aizen’s handsome face appeared before my own. “I guess it’s my turn now.”