He pushes. Not hard, but still a steady pressure. The cold metal kisses my hole. Fuck, when I said he could shove that up my ass, it wasn’t serious!
“Open,” Naoya-san orders.
My ass clenches tighter.
That’s probably the first time in my life I’ve feltpurefear.
“You can’t be serious—”
The blade tip presses harder.
“I said open.”
I force myself to relax, against all fucking logic. The cold steel breaches me. Just the tip—half an inch, maybe even less—butso fucking wrong. Humiliating. Degrading. Hot as hell. My tanto inside me. Held by him.
Naoya-san twists his wrist slowly, and the blade grinds inside me.
“Your body takes it well,” he murmurs, approving.
He pulls the blade, dragging the edge of my hole, and a sharp sting follows. Cut me.He fucking cut me.
Blood wells, trickling down my taint. It’s not a lot, but it’sblood.He usedmy tantoto cut me open like I’m cheap meat.
“It speaks a more complex truth than you ever have,” he says, his thumb smearing the blood in a gentle circle, mixing it with the sweat and the pre-cum that slid there.
The tip points down at my balls again, but this time it’s a lot scarier.Fuck no.Not my fucking balls.
“Don’t—”
“Still. You need to learn to trust me, Kaito. And to be still.”
“You just cut my fucking hole! How the fuck—”
“That was nothing. Just a surface kiss.” His dark eyes lift back to mine, and the intensity there steals my breath. “If you can’t deal with that, you can’t deal with being mine. It’s that simple.”
He’s crazier than he looks.So much crazier.
“You’re crazier than you look, sensei,” I echo the insistent thoughts in my head. There’s an alarm in my head screaming that Naoya-san’s the kind of man you kill on sight, not hand a knife to.
A slow smile curves his lips, and his gaze flicks down to my cock, which is lying hard and aching against my stomach.
“I don’t understand the complaining,” he murmurs, “when your body is telling me a completely different story. You’re so hard, Kaito.”
I feel the tip of the tanto leave my balls and shift its attention upward, laying against the underside of my cock. A sharp sting follows as the tip scratches the sensitive skin, a thin line of blood welling up immediately.
A jolt of pure, white-hot pain sparks through me, and my dick gives a violent throb, a confusing, shameful wave of arousal cresting right behind it. I can feel both, equally potent, twisting together until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
He drags the tip slowly down, tracing a vein. Then, on the upward slide, he shifts his grip, and now it’s the blunt spine of the blade that glides up my shaft, catching the stream of pre-cum.
He holds the glistening metal up for me to see.
Well, fuck, can’t denythat.
“See? You enjoy the kiss of your own blade. A part of you craves it. And I know that. I respect that your body needs this.” His fingers trace the path the blood took. “And sometimes, like tonight, your body can find its thrill even while tied up. While scared. Especially then.”
Then he lets go of the tanto.
The sudden absence of the knife’s weight is its own kind of shock. The cool air hits the wet, bleeding line on my cock, a faint sting. But I don’t have time to process it. His hands are on my ass, fingers digging into the flesh, and he’s spreading me open.
