In the middle of the room, Akihito found himself bound in a large X. His wrists were chained with padded cuffs, hanging from the roof. His feet were spread, with his toes barely touching the floor. With almost all of his weight supported by his hands, he could feel the muscles in his legs cramping. The muscles in his lower back were already aching, and he was not looking forward to this. He was not ready to be sexually tortured. "I was originally planning on only punishing you for running. But now I also have to punish you for falling asleep in the bathtub. This is the second part of your punishment, for the latter reason. And I'll make sure this is the last time you do something so reckless. And trust me, when I am done with you, you will be a very sorry, little boy", Asami said behind Akihitos back. He could feel a shiver run down his spine. He had already been thoroughly spanked before. He could still feel the burning sensation on his ass, not to mention the soreness inside his ass.
Akihito could hear his lover rustling with something behind him. He couldn't hear what it was, until all the blood in his body drained at the loud sound. It was the sound of a long tailed whip, and it was terrifying. But he could only hear the one smack. After what felt like forever, a hand was suddenly on his lower back. Stroking firmly downwards, over the still red bottom, with a finger stroking in his butt crack. Going further down, Akihito could feel the finger lingering at his swollen entrance. Going even further down, the hand cupped his balls. Moving his testicles from one side to another, gently massaging. Suddenly tugging, Akihito let out a whimper. The hand moved again, gently rubbing the sensitive skin between his balls and cock. He was already semi hard. Too soon, the hand let go of him and disappeared.
Asami moved in front of Akihito, towering his entire height in front of him. With his trademark smirk, he eyed his lover. Asami really appreciated the sight in front of him. His small lover chained up, in his secret, soundproof room. He could see the heavy breathing in his lovers chest. His feet barely touching the floor, but he was still only reaching his shoulder. Everyone always thought Asami was a largely built man. In truth, he was just a little bigger then average in height. However, his body was trained to perfection, with rock hard, big muscles and broad shoulders. But mostly, it was his arrogance and posture making the man. Asami acted as he was at the top of the world, which also, he was. But it made the man seem bigger, more threatening and intimidating. And he took advantage of it, as much as possible. Akihito on the other hand, was a little smaller then average. But his lean figure made him seem smaller then his height suggested. And beside Asami, he looked tiny, almost like a woman. Akihito had always taken care of his physique. Asami wasn't sure if it was on purpose, or if it was simply a byproduct of his job, running around the entire city. He had toned, slender muscles. Like a dancer. Not too much, but also not weak. His stamina for running and training was explicit, but his sexual stamina however… could be better. Well, Asami had never met another person who could match his own stamina, as he had an insane amount of it. But he wouldn't let that stop him from trying.
Akihito could feel Asamis fingers tracing his abs with his fingers. The touch was so tender, it almost tickled. He could see Asami kneeling in front of him, while holding eye contact. Asami leaned his face closer to his manhood, and with an evil grin, he quickly let his tongue lick at his head. With a sudden shuddering breath, Akihito could already feel immense pleasure from the small gesture. Asami took his entire cock in his mouth. Pulling back again, he licked the entire length from tip to base, back to the tip again. "Ah!" Akihito moaned at the sensations, already wanting more. Asami carefully licked at all the right places, making Akihito close his eyes in eagerness. Asami was watching his lovers responses in delight. And before Akihito could reach full hardness, he slipped on a cockring, making Akihito gasp. Asami continued to lick his lover to full hardness. Again, he took his lover entirely in his mouth, and Akihito gulped at the hot, wetness engulfing him. Most dominating partners found it beneath them to go down on their partners, but not Asami. He loved how his partner was willing to show their most vulnerable self to him. Knowing he could give and take pleasure. Knowing how to make his partner wither for more, unable to defend themselves. Drawing out the most honest responses, with every flick of his wicked tongue. And he knew he was damned good at it. Making Akihito loose himself in the pleasure, only able to receive.
Asami pulled back for a moment, wetting his fingers with his lovers fluids. Resuming the sucking, his fingers found its way to his lovers entrance. Circling a few times, feeling the twitching, before pushing a finger inside. Finding Akihitos good spot right away, he let his tongue lick down the slit at the same time, reveling at the loud moan escaping his lovers lips. Soon, another finger joined the first, stretching while stroking his prostate every so often. Asami could feel his lover starting to tremble in need. Just as he felt Akihito closing in on his orgasm, he pulled away, making Akihito whimper at the loss. With a satisfied grin, Asami stood up. He pinched the perk nipples in front of him, making Akihito moan loudly. Chuckling, he reached for the objects in his pocket. He held the objects in front of Akihitos face, watching his eyes go big, pupils dilating at the recognition. Just as Akihito was about to object, Asami applied the pinches to his nipples. Asami himself, didn't get much pleasure by having his nipples played with, Akihito however, could almost come just from nipple play. No matter if it was his own nipples or not, he loved it. But right now, he was so over sensitive, that it hurt more than pleasured. Which was Asamis intention. The sensation of having his nipples constantly pinched would blend the experience of pain and pleasure together. There wasn't any need for weights on the pinches, the extra push of Akihitos own movements would be more then enough to drive him insane. Asami knew he couldn't entirely stop his lover from coming, but he could control it. With different methods, he could deny his lover release for quite some time. The cockring wouldn't stop an orgasm, but it could prolong the time it took, keeping him at the edge longer. It could also prevent ejaculation, something Akihito was still frightened of. The second most effective way to prevent his lovers release, would be psychological. Asami had over time, trained Akihito to perfection. He knew the boys body as well as his own. And he knew that deep down, Akihito wanted to please him. So he would talk to him, commanding him. And right now, he was whispering in his deep, baritone voice "You are not allowed to come yet, pretty pet. You are not allowed to until I say you can". Akihito would never admit it, but he subconsciously did everything Asami demanded of him, to the best of his abilities. And tonight, he would make the boy beg for release.
Asami walked away from Akihito, until he stood behind him again. Akihito was now so hard and wanting, his entire body trembled. With his trembling, the pinches shook, making them even more demanding. Asami stood behind his lovers back, admiring the view. The redness of his lovers ass was slowly fading. Without warning, Asami smacked his hand over the flesh, making Akihito scream. Stroking over the skin, soothing it before giving another spank. He spanked him a few more times, warming him up again for the real spanking to begin. He picked up the whip he had previously chosen, and held it firmly in his hands. He swung the whip in the air, warning his lover of what was to happen. He saw the entire body tensing at the loud sound. "No… Please, Asami, I can't take any more spanking. Please, don't whip me. I'll so whatever you want, just please don't punish me anymore", Akihito begged with a slight tremor in his hoarse voice. Asami answered, "Only a little, kitten. I will only punish you a little more, before I give you something you have never felt". As Asami spoke in his aroused, hoarse voice, he kissed and nibbled at his lovers neck. At the first whip, Akihito screamed at the sudden pain spreading across his ass. He cried for his lover to stop, that he didn't want to be punished any more. Asami immediately soothed the defended area with his hand. He gently let his fingers dip just a tiny bit inside Akihito, to make sure the pain didn't override the pleasure. At the next whiplash, Akihito could feel the end of the tail circling on the inside of his thigh, biting at the tender skin. Asami continued to soothe the angry skin, while he slid in front of Akihito. With one hand, Asami gently tilted his lovers face to meet his, kissing him tenderly. Akihito moaned into the kiss, making Asami deepen it further. Their tongues danced with each other, exploring and intensifying the moment. As they pulled apart for air, Akihitos face was even more flushed, panting with plump lips. Asami moved his lips and tongue up his jaw, sucking on an earlobe before fiercely kissing down his neck, making small, red marks. Akihito moaned again, a slow, deep moan.
Asami moved behind Akihito again, still kissing his neck and shoulder. He picked up the whip again, ready to throw another lash. He used the whip to gently caress up and down his lovers spine, making his arch his back. The next whiplash was a bit harder then the previous ones. Asami took care not to hit anything beside Akihitos cheeks, not wanting to really harm him. Akihito felt his eyes watering, and his screams becoming louder. After the particularly angry whiplash, Asami put the whip down. He soothed the angry welts across Akihitos ass. Akihito was now a sobbing mess, completely lost in the sensations of his body. He felt so tired, his sore muscles screaming at him. His body hurt so much, but he was still so hard. He didn't know if he wanted release or to just escape. He felt vulnerable, not being able to even speak a coherent sentence. He knew he was at the edge, feeling like he would break. He couldn't take any more pain. He just wanted Asami to fuck him senseless, to give him his denied release and finally being able to drift off to unconsciousness. At the thought of continuing, his mind went darker. He didn't want to continue anymore. He just wanted it to stop. He would be so good, he would never do anything that would make him relive this punishment again. He would be more careful. Everything became overwhelming, and the pinches on his nipples started to really hurt.
Akihito was so beautiful. His entire body shaking with tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. Asami could feel his inner demon awakening, wanting more. He was so hard, he could almost explode just from watching the perfect creature in front of him. He could see Akihito was at the tip of his edge. Only a small push, and he would explode. His body was at its very limit of what it could handle. But he still wanted more. He wanted to push him over the edge, hard. He wanted Akihito to loose himself more. To come until he couldn't come anymore. And he wanted to release himself inside his lover. In the midst of his own thoughts, Asami didn't notice Akihito was now becoming more frightened then aroused, the pain outweighing the pleasure.
Asami kneeled in front of Akihito again. He could see the angry red color of his cock, and his desperate need for release. Firmly, Asami stated, "Remember, you are not allowed to come until I give permission". With that he used his index finger to slightly poke at the head of Akihitos cock, earning him a sharp gasp. "Please, Asami… Stop… I need, ah!" was all Akihito was able to say between moans. Asami snickered, pushing two fingers inside Akihitos entrance. He only massaged his prostate for a moment, before Akihito moaned loudly. "Come for me, Akihito. Now, come now", and with that Akihito screamed out his orgasm. His entire body was convulsing at his dry orgasm, making him sob harder. Akihito was now scared of what was happening. He didn't want this anymore. He tried to speak, but all he could say was no. He muttered the word no, like a chant. He wouldn't believe what was happening. He started to tug at the chains holding him up, trying to get away.
Asami retracted his fingers, and stood up. He walked to the wall in front of Akihito, picking up a dildo. With a dangerously sinful voice, Asami declared, "We are not done yet, kitten. This toy…" he said, gesturing the dildo he was holding "sends out electric pulses, forcing an erection. It will give an involuntary response, making your release more intense. I will make you feel it so deep, pet. Thrust it deep inside you, hitting your good spot over and over. You will come so many times, in the end you can't come anymore".
As Akihito saw the toy in his lovers hands, and heard his declaration, he began sobbing and cursing. He screamed for Asami to stop, that this was crazy and that he didn't want this. Tears were clouding over his sight, and he was trembling with fear. All previous arousal was now gone. He didn't want this. He was scared. He didn't want it, but he was still hard. He wasn't scared of the toy or the pain, but of Asami himself. His lover was for the first time, really scaring him. Akihito could deal with the powerful yakuza and the implications it brought. He could deal with the embarrassment of being completely dominated and made to do unspeakable things. He could deal with the pleasure and the pain. What he couldn't deal with was the way Asami was staring at him. His piercing, golden eyes, now glowing in arousal and lust. All his warmth and security was vanished from his eyes. They were now distant, cold. Like he was a toy, a thing, and a doll for his entertainment. Asami was looking at him like he was someone else.
The moment Akihito saw the look in Asamis eyes he froze. He stopped crying, stopped screaming, and he stopped his begging. He felt sick to his stomach. Shivers run down his spine, and he could feel the blood draining from his body. His entire being shuts down and he became apathetic. He bows his head, and just waits for it to be over. Akihito had resigned himself to his fate, and decided he would just wait for it to be done with.
Asami was shocked when Akihito stops thrashing around and became silent. He can't see any movement, not even a single flexed muscle. He also can't hear anything. No curses, no sobbing, no begging. Akihitos ragged breathing evened out, and became regular, deep breaths. The only sound in the room was the chains slightly rattling at Akihitos trembling. Even with all his muscles relaxed, he was still trembling. He could no longer see Akihitos face, as he bowed his head, covering his face with his hair. Asami suddenly turned wary of the situation, something was wrong. This wasn't like his usual temperamental lover. Putting the toy down, he slowly walked closer. Akihito registered him coming closer, and tried to pull away, tugging at the cuffs holding him in place. Flexing his muscles again, in anticipation of what's to happen, he tries to tug at the chains again. Akihitos eyes still fixed on the floor, refusing to meet his lovers eyes. He couldn't bear to see the look in Asamis eyes again. It felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. He felt nauseated, like he would vomit. Shivers ravished his body, and he couldn't think anymore. He couldn't do anything. Not speak, move or think. All he could do was feel. And all he felt now was fear. A fear so intense, he had never felt anything like it before. A gentle hand touched under his chin, tilting his head up. He was now staring into his lovers eyes, as he could feel a single tear escaped him.
Asami tilted Akihitos head to look him in the eyes. Terrified eyes met his own. There was no pain, no pleasure, no excitement and no arousal. Just fear. Fear of him. And then a single tear found its way down his lovers pale cheek. He had never seen Akihito like this before. Broken. And he himself had broken him. Asami felt his own heart shatter into a million pieces as the realization struck him. When he embraced his big arms around his small lover, he could hear the rattling of the chains as Akihito tried to tug away from him again. He did this. With his arms tightly around the small waist, he buries his head in the crook between Akihitos neck and shoulder. Deeply inhaling the familiar scent, he whispers, "I'm sorry", finally breaking Akihito out of his apathetic state. The small man begins shaking, as he loudly breaks down. He cries his heart out, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears streaming down his cheeks, hitting the floor. With strong arms around his waist, stroking his back, with gentle hands. Akihito is bawling, trying to draw shuddering breaths of air.
Asami lets go of Akihitos waist, and starts removing the toys. Carefully removing the pinches, and the ring. He uncuffed his feet, and his wrists. As the last cuff is unlocked, Akihitos legs give out. Asami catches his lover before he puddles to the floor. He picks up his tiny, broken lover in his arms. Holds him tight while walking towards their bedroom. Sitting on the bed, with a still crying Akihito curled up in his lap, Asami tries to comfort him. With one hand stroking big circles on Akihitos small back, Asami whispered apologies. Lightly kissing his temple, rocking him back and forth. Akihito is still trembling, curled up in a protective ball in his lovers lap. Surrounded by big, strong and secure arms. He can feel feather light kisses on his temple and forehead. The deep rumbling in Asamis chest, as he whispered sweet words and apologies to him. Akihito feels broken and vulnerable. He needs this strong, body around him. Shielding him. Letting him be broken, protecting him. He is exhausted, all the energy in his body is long gone. He struggles keeping his eyes open, feeling his body relaxing. Inhaling some deep breaths, he calms his crying and trembling. He can feel Asami lifting him up, and placing him down again. Laying him in the middle of the bed, covering him with an extra layer of protecting comforters, letting him shield himself. He buries himself in the soft warmth. His body has calmed down, making him overwhelmed at the exhaustion. Just as his mind is drifting off, he feels his lover pulling away. Shooting his eyes open, Akihito begged with a rough, pleading voice, "Don't go! Please, don't leave. Don't leave me. Please. Asami, I need you. Please", looking panicked into his lovers eyes, tears dripping again. Asami thought Akihito would want some distance, and he needed rest. He was just leaving to get him some water, and a wetted cloth to clean him up. He also needed ointments to the angry bruises around his wrists and ankles, also to treat the welts across his backside. Asami didn't want to hurt his lover any more than he already had. But now, Akihito was grabbing his arm, looking into his eyes with scared eyes. But this time he was not scared of him, but to be without him. "Shh, it's okay. It's all right. I'm not leaving, I just have to get you some medicine. I will be right back, I promise. There's nothing to be scared of", Asami soothed his tiny lover, while stroking his hair. He pulled away carefully, and went to get the things he required. When he returned, he carefully treated Akihito, while whispering soothing words. After he was done, he dried Akihitos tears and kissed him oh so softly. Asami sneaked under the comforters, and carefully pulled the smaller man against his body, so he was half on top of him. Akihito felt so small against him, almost like a child. He placed Akihitos chin on his large chest, letting Akihito feel the rumbling inside his chest as he continued to whisper in his ear. He stroked his hair and back, holding him tightly against himself. Feeling the warmth surrounding them, Akihito finally drifted off into unconsciousness.
Asami remained awake for a long time that night. He would never again make Akihito go through that again. He would forever control himself. He would never risk loosing his treasure. To see the fire in those big eyes disappear. Akihito was the light in his darkness. The only goodness in his life. And he would protect him with his life. He would do whatever it took for those eyes to shine as bright as they possibly could. Never again was he to loose control of himself again. Feeling the smooth skin under his fingers, the silky hair. Asami listened to his lovers deep breathing as he was dead to the world. Making sure he was still there, alive. He might be scarred and damaged, but he was not broken. His will to live was not shattered, and he would smile with his entire being again. For now, Asami just had to allow Akihito to heal. To repair himself, to heal the wounds. But he was not broken, and he would be whole again. With the rhythmic breathing, Asami could hear Akihito mumble something in his sleep, "As… ami…" Asami let out a deep breath, not noticing he had been holding it in, feeling his muscles relax and sleep claiming him. "I love you… My Akihito", was the last words to be heard before black, heavy sleep claimed them both.