General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

[Kasumi]

Fucking hell. Was that some loophole? Getting him to consent by forcing him to say it. Typical. He flinched as the hot ash landed on his thigh, wincing at the short-lived pain. "Admit it?" He shook his head, preparing himself for another bit of hot ash to fall, or worse. Ishida shifted and Lee tested his strength again, trying to shift back in the booth, to give him space from the other. Just as he managed to slightly move back, Ishida tapped something on his phone and the toy inside of him changed, buzzing and grinding against his prostate. The difference gave him a stronger jolt of pleasure, Lee lost his grip and fell back. "Fuck!" He cried out, tossing his head back. Looks like he got some movement back in his neck. Slowly, but surely, his strength would return and he could go back to physically fighting back against his owner, much like he wanted to right now.

"Fuck, Master...!"

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ishida grinned, wild, hungry as ever. "I don't recommend trying to fight it." He said as he put his hand on him, holding him down , the cigarette angling near the slaves shoulder, the heat smoldering , nearly kissing his skin. "Maybe I'll be nice and take it out." He said as he tilted his head, pressing the cigarette into his skin.

 

[Kasumi]

He barely got far when Ishida stopped him and held him down. At the prospect of pain, coming ever so close to him, the panic started to rise. As the panic rose, so did the adrenaline in his body, fighting against the paralytic. "Nn, please--" He started to beg, crying out as the burning end pressed into his skin, his other arm coming up to shove him away. It did rise higher, much higher this time, actually coming up to Ishida's shoulder. He was still weak, unable to actually push him away. As predictable as his body always was, the pain mingled with pleasure, making him shudder and melt. His hand lowered, grasping his owner's wrist, the one that burned him.

He couldn't be completely mad, not when whatever the hell he was doing was helping him. He was pissed at that.

"God damn it, you fucking, mmm..." he couldn't finish, the toy doing its thing mixing with the pain he had just experienced. The grip around that wrist was light, lessening as he gave into the feelings. "You're terrible," he got out, light sarcasm hinted in his voice.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lee failed to fight, Ishida pushed his hand aside, slapping Lee's cheek. "Was that supposed to stop me?" He teased as he pulled out the cigarette, grabbing the offending arm and pinned it. "I like hurting you." He said as he put the cigarette out on Lee's arm, digging the burning wick into his wrist. "I want to torture you until you can't live without my hands smothering you." He whispered in Lee's ear. The nightmarish dream that dwelled inside Ishida's soul.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee cried out in surprise at the sudden slap to his cheek, his head turning from the force. He hesitated to look back, slowly turning his head, another yelp leaving his lips at the next burn, this time in his pinned wrist. "Ah! Fuck, Master!" he gasped, shuddering under that whispered voice in his ear. He already couldn't--

"Please--" He didn't know what he wanted at that point. For him to keep going? ...Definitely not to stop. He loved the pain. He loved what Ishida did to him. His body obviously did, his cock already getting excited again. He couldn't deny it with such an obvious clue.

"Please... hurt me." He could feel small beads of tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. Another possible effect of the drug? They were still learning its effects, after all. He turned his head away, not wanting him to see the tears or take it the wrong way.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ishida pulled the cigarette back as Lee whispered his desire, his desperate need to feel more pain, to be hurt. Ishida was almost taken aback...not by the request, Lee's erections and masochism ...and Ishida's lack of a conscience in general, didn't mind this job. It was the intimacy in Lee's voice. Ishida stepped back. "How bad?" He said eyeing him over. "Cut you? Hit you? Burn you some more? A little beating?" He offered as he pulled one tool after another from the box. A pair of butterfly knives, a lighter, a padded stick that definitely was a repurposed baton...perhaps made for fun times...or to keep someone alive while Ishida would ask them repeatedly for his money. He even took out a whip, though it rattled with something underneath the leather.

 

[Kasumi]

He worried when Ishida stepped back, had he seen? With his wrist freed and with a little more room to move, to brought his hand up to his face, wiping the tears away as quickly as he could. He began to sit up, still wanting to test his strength at that moment. He was sitting up halfway when the question was posed, relief setting in that he didn't freak him out. "Huh..." He whispered out, surprised as he pulled various tools out. All of this was in the box? The thing he asked his other gang members to bring to test out the drug?

Lee didn't quite understand, the thought disappearing as Ishida listed all the ways he could harm him. "Ahh... You're letting me choose?" He asked, unsure of what to do. He had gathered enough courage to blurt out he wanted to be hurt, but now he had to choose what he wanted to be hurt with. He felt shy at the question. It was enough his body was telling on him, letting his captor know what turned him on whenever he harmed him, but actually having to voice it?

There was a chance Lee would pick one thing and Ishida would end up using something else. Mm, was it a trick? He wouldn't know with the yakuza, always playing a different game than his enemies - always keeping them guessing. He shifted and the toy struck him in a new but just as pleasurable spot, his head tilting back and he shivered. "Nnn... Ah~" he moaned, glancing back down at the table, lidded eyes scanning over the items. A shaky hand reached for the knives, picking them up. His eyes fell back on Ishida before he handed them over to him, fully consenting to getting cut by him. The exchange was powerful, at least to Lee.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lee handed over the knives, Ishida flicked them around in his hands, his skillfull hands spinning the blades loose and brought one up , pressing the flat to Lee's throat, using the flat of the knife to lat him down, the other cutting shallower at his burned arm, teasing him with one etch after the other. " like this?" He teased, drip feeding him his beloved pain.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee enjoyed watching the little show, his master easily opening the knives, ready to use them on him. As he initially aimed for his throat, his eyes widened. He didn't resist as he was made to lay down, the fun all in the major risk. At this point, Lee was just happy to know he had more range in motion. As he was distracted by the knife on his throat, Lee tilted his head back, surprised by the other making those shallow but just as painful cuts. "Mn! Ahh..." He moaned, showing his appreciation. "Yes, just like that, Master~" he purred.

"Please~ hurt me, Master." God, it felt so good. So, so good, the toy going on and on inside of him, buzzing and rutting against his prostate. The addition of the masochist's favorite - pain, already nearly tossing him over the edge. He felt like he was getting close.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Good boy-" he purred as he ran the 'safely ' blade around, his hand flipping it, hooking it around against Lee's jneck, the side pressing again his jugular . He ran the cutting blade over, the tip kissing his unmarked peck..then digging in carving slowly, marking a word into him again. Simple and to the point perhaps. 'PAIN' but he moved it lower to keep writing. S.L.U.T. while Lee's peak was raising the toy inside, the lube on him enhancing everything. Lee didn't know the other effect, that aa good as he felt, he wouldn't be able to get the full orgasm, forcibly edged by the swelling. Well...he'd just need a good push to get anything to jump out.