General RP Owed Debt (Knight_of_None)

[Kasumi]

A small sound of pain was emitted from Lee as he was manipulated to his knees, the tugging on his head giving him that sweet pain he craved. He didn't try to stop Ishida at that point; his honesty somehow surprised him. His arms slowly lowered to his sides, hands ready to grab at the other and stop him if need be - annoying instinctual stuff people did to protect themselves. It was interesting and exciting for Lee to fight against those instincts and let terrible harm come his way. He felt a thrill rush through him at his owner's words, Lee taking them as promises. Looking up at Ishida, he shivered under his intense, hungry gaze. He tried to nod, silently accepting his fate, one he desperately wanted as the masochist he was. He swallowed dryly, his owner once more making beautiful promises. God, he was so fucking ruined.

"Please," he whispered, a soft plea, but not one of horror and resistance. He wanted those hands on him, ravaging him, squeezing and scratching, even using weapons...

Hadn't he mentioned he was utterly addicted?

"Destroy me. Ruin me. I'm yours, completely. Do as you want with me." Already giving himself away! As if he hadn't already. "Kanabo." His voice lowered to a whisper as he called his owner the 'drug' he was addicted to.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ishida listened to his devoted words, utterly begging for punishment, ti be ruined for life if it would grant him the pain he lasted after. Ishida thre him aside, slamming Lee against the bed and putting him iver. Ishida walked away briefly, snatching open his closet and dragging out a rod, it was treated wood, almost like switch or tanning cane used to whip an unruly cattle...or your sex slave.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee was easily tossed aside, slamming him into the bed, forcing a cry of pain out of him from hitting the frame. He then found himself sprawled out on the bed, the softness contrasted against the rod his owner rummaged through the closet for. He sat up, blinking at the sight. Oh... But, the videos...? "Such a tease." He said softly. "Better get a camera if you want to hurt me."

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ishida moved to the bed, rubbing the switch against Lee's feet. "Soon..." He said smirking as he pulled back the rod to whip the soles of Lee's feet.

 

[Kasumi]

He shivered at such contact, realizing a little too late what the other planned to do. He had started to pull his feet under him when the rod made sweet, harsh contact against them. He cried out, quickly pulling his legs underneath him. "Fuck! Really?!" His fucking feet?! Was he trying to keep him from walking? Actually...

No, fuck. "Well, hurry up. I'm tired of waiting." The anticipation sucked.

 

[Knight_of_None]

He laughed, a wonderfully cruel sound. "You can't wait to be abused that badly? Is every strike a kiss?" He said as he gripped Lee's ankles, forcing back into position. "You want to feel this on your back?' He said as he whipped him again, the rod flexing with every lash, built to snap sweet red welts onto him. "Maybe I should use a razor on you hm?"

 

[Kasumi]

Ah... How he was so addicted to this damn man, even when he got on his nerves. "You already know the answer to that!" How many times did he have to repeat himself? No doubt the other would say he had to do just that. His owner easily dragged his legs out, his vulnerable feet exposed, getting another lash, and forcing another cry from his lips. "I want it all over," he panted, the pain going straight to his clothed cock. "So cruel... teasing me like this." He tried to pull his ankle free, nearly tempted to piss him off more. "We both want that." For more of that pain he loved so much, and to be marked up by his owner... He couldn't help it, he wanted more. More reminders that he was Ishida's. He needed it ingrained in his mind, damn it...!

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Then why are you struggling so?" He said smirking as he pulled Lee ariund again, another strike biting inti him, snapping a red welt into him that broke skin. "I can't cut you up if you can't sit still-"

 

[Kasumi]

"Why do you think?" He questioned, Lee not stopping pilling away until Ishida managed to break skin. He had moved then, the cane leaving a broken welt on his leg. "Fuck! What are you doing? You want me unmarked for your videos!" Did he not care anymore? Was he growing just as impatient as Lee? Fuck it, he would look good with some marks and bruises against his pale skin and that outfit- whatever it looked like. His usual wear would do just fine, too, if only he could get to his stuff. "Come on, hit me. Don't hold back." The brat in him had to challenge, ready to grab for the striking cane when it came down.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Ishida pulled his arm up, swinging the cane toward Lee at his challenge, a vicous one he could tell, the zealous sadist oh so ready to dole out some real pain and leave a mark. But he aimed high, letting Lee's eyes rise to the cane, his attention on it, as be subtly wound out his other handvto strike fir real.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee was too focused on the cane to notice his other hand coming out to strike. Before he knew it, his hands came out to grab at the cane that never came down. It was something he should have seen and expected from Ishida, the realization hitting as he found himself lying sideways on the bed. How he stayed on it, he didn't know. All he could feel was the pain on the side of his head. Groaning, he felt the side, checking to see if he was bleeding. Somehow, he was fine, albeit a bruise was beginning to form. He couldn't be mad after challenging him, and not after he used his own hand against him.

He sighed softly, feeling the pain run through him. He couldn't help it, but he wanted more. He sat up carefully, a hand running through his hair to push it out of his face. "Mnn, Master... Is that all you've got? I'm sure there's some space on me for some new marks." Preferably from a blade, but he wasn't all too picky. "Please~?" He moved closer, reaching to pull him close.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"More a day More, such a greedy whore...but I know what you want " He said as he let Lee hold him, pressing his slaves face against his groin. Ishida wwashard as a rock. "how about i...show you my favorite razor?" He teased.

 

[Kasumi]

He grinned, "Oh, you know it." Greedy whore, he was wear that proudly! He pulled him close, the other easily pressed him against his crotch. He got a beautiful taste of his excitement, which alone drove him further. Before he could remark on his hardness, the prospect of a beloved razor caught his attention. Eyes lighting up, he pulled away to look up at him eagerly. "Oh? Yes, please!" Was he so lucky to have it used on him? He let his owner go, only to give him space to bring the beauty out. "What makes it your favorite~?" Ah, he just had to know~.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As the masochist got excited, his master showing him a straight razor with an ivory grip, and and a beautifully maintained edge. It probably could slice skin and never let you notice until it was too late. "It's from my first days. In Japan guns are much harder to fund...but this was my tool of the trade...I've sliced up plenty of punks with this." He said he whirled it with practiced ease, letting it flash before his eyes. "And many mire pet wholesale like you.:

 

[Kasumi]

Upon the razor's reveal, Lee's eyes sparkled in awe. It looked so sharp, so pretty. Already, he could imagine his owner using it on him. The thoughts turned to just how absurd such a thing was, getting so excited to get cut up. There was something about it, his Master being the one to mark him, showing ownership over him. He shivered with excitement, Lee taking a quiet breath to calm himself.. "How beautiful...! Ooh..." Straight from Japan? How lucky he was.

"Better be clean." He teased slightly, not once doubting the other's care over the weapon. "Close combat was your thing, huh," he mused as he admired the blade. He shifted closer to his owner, already considering the many places Ishida could use it on him.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Are you surprised?" He said as he leveled the razor to Lee's chin, using the flat of it to lift his head. "I want to get my hands dirty." He said aa he ran the blade down wars. Caressing Lee's throat before flicking his hand easily, slashing the razors edge out to cut into Lee's shoulder.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee shivered, his owner arousing him with his actions as he lifted his chin. That was all too fitting for Ishida. "I guess I shouldn't be. Not when you beat me so nicely~" He grinned, laughing lightly. His eyes slid closed, savoring the feeling of the blade against his skin as it moved down. He flinched back as he was caught by surprise as the blade struck his clothed shoulder, cutting right through the hoodie. Another shiver ran through him, Lee slowly relaxing, both from the suddenness and how comforting it became. "Mmm... Much better." A smile graced his lips, Lee feeling the stickiness from his blood soaking into the fabric of the hoodie. "How could I actually want you to stop hurting me for some silly videos? Come on, more," he urged, definitely not caring about how he looked for them.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"If I show you all fucked up before hand, they might want to only escalate to more fucked up behavior." Ishida said as he slid a thum into the Hoodia, pushing into the cut, digging his finger into the wound. "And cutting you up might make a mess of you."

 

[Kasumi]

"True... Would you allow that~?" He teasingly asked, wondering just how far he would take those requests. Probably pretty damn far, but... would Ishida be willing to? Lee wasn't sure where the slight bit of doubt was coming from. Perhaps, if he were willing to let someone else hurt him, he enjoyed the idea of Ishida not allowing another to touch him. Such possessiveness... His thoughts were interrupted momentarily, feeling a stinging pressure as that thumb dug into the new wound, forcing a whine out of him. "Nn... Scared of a little mess?" Little mess, ha! He could feel a different kind of mess forming, the tip of his cock forming pre, wetting the front of his boxers. Shuddering, he let himself lean into the pressing thumb, wanting more painful pressure.

 

[Knight_of_None]

"Who said a little mess? " He said as he lifted his fingers, the savage aiming his fist into the wond, the the impact split tge wound further as he scored another cut slowly along Lee's back, a painfully slow cut to let tithe blood well.

 

[Kasumi]

Before Lee could even think of a response, his owner rammed his fist right into the wound, forcing a loud cry from his pet. In quick succession, Ishida managed to cut his back, Lee's mind reeling from the beautiful stinging pain as it dragged on. He panted softly, slowly slipping the torn hoodie off. No sense in keeping that on anymore. With the hoodie removed, it gave his owner better access to hurt him, the blood trickling down his back. "Little or big... Just make a mess of me. Please?" He gently pleaded, his voice soft and full of desire for him. He placed a hand on his owner's leg, leaning in to move closer to him. His body enjoyed the torment a little too much, Lee relaxing, his submissive side emerging.

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lee fel into his submissive gaze, the razor that would demand his obedience and carve sweet pain into him riled absolute. Ishida's talent with it made every cute a deliberate dance, the edge cutting him with swift easy markings. Kanji symbols to tell others what he was. Property. Owned. A slut. A Slave. And that was before The rough play abd hitting, the biting and savage fucking, Ishida's temptation to destroy only dragging Lee deeper into his heavenly he'll. Ofcourse now he had to pay for it. Forced to sit abd heal, but the aches inside and out kept him company. Once he was recovered.and the swelling...(well the visible swelling, God knows how the backside was doing), had relaxed...Ishida brought his slave pet back to his most hated space. The suit maker, Macromedia, the American that seemed to be vying for his masters attentions whenever they saw each other

 

[Kasumi]

Lee was so ready for subspace to hit, as his owner continued to cause him harm, cutting and beating him. He was so fucked, and so, so in love. He wanted all of the reminders to himself and everyone else, if they could read Japanese, that he was taken. His plea to be destroyed was happily answered; his beautiful owner gave him just what he wanted.

Up until they eventually had to stop so he could heal. He could only pout as either Ishida or Takahashi bandaged him up.

Some days had passed, and it was time to pick up his outfit. "Do we have to go there? Can't that guy just have it delivered?" Pouting still, he grumbled, arms folded in front of his chest. He winced some, his body still quite sore. Once face to face with Marko, Lee scowled, ready to just grab the outfit and go. Certainly he didn't have to hang out and make sure the outfit fit him fine, no...

 

[Knight_of_None]

As Lee tried to complain, Ishida slapped him in the face. "No. I want Jim to see your clothing and do touch ups if he must." He scolded cool as Marko casted him a hidden sneer of amusement. The tailor brought out a black box, shoving ot into Lee's arms. "Sounds like I'm so important to you-" Marko barbed out, putting a hand on Ishida's arm.

 

[Kasumi]

Lee flinched back, yelping quietly in surprise. A hand came up to rub his reddened cheek. "Hey..." He glared, mainly toward Marko, as he laughed. A box came out, shoved into his arms, and he went to open it. Fine. He couldn't argue against that, as much as he wanted to. Sighing, he pulled the outfit out. It was black as they had discussed, with fishnets for the top and bottom. They would be seen through the holes in the pants, a nice detail he liked. Even better to be ripped off him...

He swallowed, the mental image too great, thankfully ruined by the sight of that hand on his Master's arm. He forced himself to focus, Lee settling the box on the table, and he began to change, slipping each piece on after removing his clothes.

Eventually, he was ready. "How is it?" He asked, not particularly looking to ask Marko, but had to. The clothes fit him pretty well from his point of view, but as Marko did clothes for a living, he would know best.

 

[Knight_of_None]

Marko's eyes swept over him , examining him briefly abd folding his arms. "Hmm...I think that the work is fine, perhaps the model is...hm." He grumbled as he stepped around Lee. "A little skinny for it-"

 

[Kasumi]

Lee rolled his eyes, not caring for the other to look him over, even if he had to, to ensure a proper fit of the clothing. His eyes narrowed into a glare at the thin comment. Was that supposed to be a dig? It wasn't really something he could help. He had always been thin, more... due to neglect from years before, and eventually, he just never ate enough to gain any weight.

"Should have taken measurements when I was here." A loose fit wasn't terrible, though he recalled the other going for a tighter fit. If the other had to take them in, it would prolong the next step.