Chapter 9

Bound

Darkness enveloped Akihito, a merciless assailant who had thrown him into a realm of terror. It was like being dead, with no sense of time and little sense of space. Even as he tried to shift his limbs, they held fast, his body unable to obey him in his current state. But unlike the last time Asami had played with him, it wasn't drugs that knocked his reality askew, but rather, manipulation of his senses.

First, Asami had taken his eyes. The blinder over them obscured even the tiniest bit of light. Then, he had taken his voice. Stuffed a piece of cloth in his mouth and sealed it shut with duct tape.

And finally, he had reduced the world to complete silence with a pair of noise-canceling headphones. Even the air was heavy with the scent of incense, crippling his sense of smell.

Asami had reduced him to a worm, a being that solely relied on touch, and that realization terrified him till he was no longer capable of coherent thought. In a matter of minutes, the darkness had driven him mad.

Asami sat in a leather chair, his chin resting on the back of his hand as he feasted on the scene in front of him. Takaba lay naked on his stomach on a low sex couch, his upper body encased in a black straight jacket with his arms stretched in front of him. The curve of the furniture elevated his hips, displaying his ass quite prominently. His arms and ankles were chained to the sides of the couch, tastefully immobilizing him. Asami was rather pleased with this set-up and took his time enjoying the sight. Once in a while, Akihito would make a muffled grunt and squirm against his bonds, but it was all in vain. He couldn't even hear his own cries.

After a while, Asami stood, taking off his tie and dress shirt and leaning over his captive. He set his hand on top of Takaba's head, smiling as the youth jolted. The teeth marks on his hand were an angry red, and Asami was going to make sure this kitten was thoroughly punished for his defiance. He was thrilled with this prospect, as penance was the most tantalizing part of their play by far.

Asami took his hand away and waited an entire minute before ghosting his fingers along Akihito's thigh. Asami repeated this several times, lightly touching a different part of Takaba's body and then suddenly withdrawing until his toy was shaking in frustration.

Smack!

Akihito cried out as Asami slapped one of his ass cheeks, then leaned over to lick the reddening handprint on his flesh. Incorporating pain into the mix of tactile torture had pleasing results, and Asami mused over what state Akihito's mind was in. Oh how he would love to pick his brain right now.

Asami went over to a chest of drawers at the other side of the room and took several items out, thinking it high time to up the ante. Coating a textured vibrator in lube, he turned it on and set the toy on Akihito's lower back, enjoying Akihito's weak thrashing. No doubt even the memory of that buzzing sensation was triggering all kinds of delicious feelings in him.

Asami squeezed more lube in between his fingers and was teasingly rubbing at the youth's entrance when the phone suddenly rang. A menacing shadow crossed his eyes as he reached up and pressed the button on his ear piece.

"Asami-sama, forgive me for disturbing you, but this could not wait."

Some of the anger left his eyes as he heard Psych's voice. He knew she would not call unless it was a matter of extreme importance. But not wanting to waste time with his pet, Asami concluded that multi-tasking would be in order.

"Go ahead," he replied, sliding his finger into Akihito's cavern and probing around for his sweet spot. The youth's shoulders tensed and he shook his head in frustration.

"Ah, yes," Psych said. "One of our shadow runner teams just informed me that they've found Madoka's hideout. They are standing by for your orders."

"Excellent. Have them proceed without restraint. Madoka made the mistake of trying to pawn valuable information of mine and he will pay for it."

"Your orders, sir?"

"I want him eradicated in whatever manner suits their interest. My only request is that they don't do it too quickly," Asami murmured, smiling as Akihito clenched around his digit.

"Shall I have them stage a crime scene? A robbery perhaps?"

"No. A message needs to be sent with his death. Their top priority is to get that data back, but I have no objections to them looting the place so long as they are not seen."

"Very good, sir. I will let them know immediately."

"Thank you."

Psych paused briefly before speaking again. "You seem to be in a good mood tonight, sir."

Asami smiled, replacing his finger with two. "I suppose I am. Anything else?"

"No sir, good night."

The call dropped and Asami refocused his attention on Akihito. The youth's face was turning pink and he breathed heavily through his nose. He started when Asami withdrew his fingers and picked up the buzzing toy from his lower back. He held it in his hand for several minutes, building Takaba's anticipation to the point of anxiety and when he finally slid it in between the cleft of Akihito's ass, his captive practically screamed. Asami knew that sensory deprivation could make even the lightest touch excruciatingly intense, and he played that knowledge to his advantage, thrusting the toy inside Akihito's hole without hesitation.

As Asami drove the vibrator in and out, Takaba's breathing became more and more erratic and a few tears rolled out from underneath the blinder. Asami hummed in delight and let go of the toy, leaving it wedged in Akihito's cavern as he undid his belt and freed his stiff cock, slipping a condom over it. This time, he removed the toy and immediately filled Takaba, which was sure to overload his senses. Akihito's muffled screams echoed through the room as Asami took him fast and rough, the quick change in gears throwing the youth off even more.

As he continued his movements, Asami reached out and grabbed a handful of blond hair, wrenching his head back while the other hand adjusted one side of the headphones, lifting the pad away from Takaba's ear.

"Be a good boy," Asami whispered, making Akihito hitch in terror. "And submit to me."

Asami slowed, putting the headphones back in place and letting go of Akihito's hair as he waited for an answer. Oddly enough, Takaba was probably so disoriented that Asami didn't know how he would reply, but he was ready for both possible outcomes.

A few moments later, Akihito lifted his head and shook it from side to side, and Asami smiled, adjusting the headphones again so Akihito could hear him.

"Oh, so that's what you want? I suppose if you won't obey me, then I have no further use for you."

Akihito shrieked as Asami's hand forced his head down while the other went to his nose and pinched it shut. When his air was cut off, Akihito thrashed more violently than ever before, but bound as he was, could do nothing to save himself. Asami waited as his captive's struggles grew weaker and weaker. He knew timing would be the key to his success in this situation, but it had to be perfect.

Finally, he let go, and Akihito immediately began to hyperventilate, his face bright red from almost being suffocated. Asami pulled at a corner of the duct tape that covered Takaba's mouth and slowly ripped it off. He then pulled the rag out of his mouth and eyed him carefully as he greedily sucked in a breath. Thick drops of saliva spilled from Akihito's mouth as he sobbed, and his entire body quivered. Once he had caught his breath, Asami gripped his hips and resumed thrusting, drinking in the full volume of the youth's cries. When he was close to coming, Asami withdrew and walked over to the other side of the table, stripping off the condom and taking Akihito's head in his hands.

Takaba cried as his mouth was filled, and more tears rolled down his face as Asami drove his cock in and out. Asami hummed in pleasure as he came, spilling his seed into his pet's mouth. Without pulling out, he slipped the headphones off Takaba's ears and gave him a stern command.

"Swallow."

This time, Akihito obeyed, gasping for air when Asami finally withdrew and roughly stroked his tousled hair. Asami took off the blinder, smiling in triumph as he saw the youth's bioware eyes glazed and vacant.

Takaba Akihito had been broken.

Well, this was like the darkest thing I've ever written...My cyberpunk story is turning into "Days without Sun."

*uncomfortable laugh *

Big thanks to SageSapis for urging me to update :) hope it was worth the wait!

Cheers,

TBF101