I met him at a local goth club. We exchanged glances from across the room for two hours before I decided to approach him. He was wearing black leather pants, a white poet’’s shirt, black boots, and a studded dog collar. The scent of his cologne was thick and musky. I bought him a couple of drinks and he told me his name was Draven. Once he was relatively drunk, he began to brag about his strange fetish. He said he loved watching people die violently. It aroused him. I grinned inside, knowing what lay in store for him. We soon left the club and took a cab to my home.
Once inside the bedroom, I locked the door and pushed him into a chair. I straddled his lap and caressed his long, black hair. It was silky to the touch and I spent several minutes just running my fingers through it. I licked his lips before sliding my tongue inside his warm mouth. We kissed for what seemed like half an hour before I broke it off and began tying his arms and legs to the chair. He seemed intrigued and didn’t resist. Once I was sure he was secure, I went to the closet and pulled out my toy box. I opened it, giving him full view of its shiny metal contents: razor blades, knives, screwdrivers, nails, and a wooden hammer with a shiny steel head. His eyes widened in a mix of wonder and fear. I smiled as I picked up a small utility knife and began to slice away his clothing, piece by piece. Much to my surprise, he did not protest as the expensive leather hit the floor in shreds. Once all his clothing was removed, I caressed the inner thigh of his left leg with the knife blade. The higher up his thigh I went, the harder I pressed the blade into his skin. By the time I reached his crotch, a stream of bright red blood seeped from a four-inch cut. I put my lips to it and licked the length of the cut, savoring the blood. I repeated the ritual on the other leg, all the while smiling at him. Once both thighs were covered in blood, I turned my attention to his dick. I put the knife down and picked up a razor blade.
I watched with growing fascination as the sharp edge of the razor blade took on a red hue as it sliced its way down the length of his dick. I was amazed at Draven’s ability to stay calm the whole time. He was too strong. I was determined to break him down. Once I finished the cutting, his dick lay in two halves on his thighs. I smiled at him as I stood. Now the fun was about to begin! I left him there and went into the bathroom. When I came back, I showed him the bottle of rubbing alcohol. His face went white and he began to struggle as I knelt back down in front of him.
I uncapped the bottle and started pouring it all over his lap. His screams filled the otherwise empty air of the room. He shifted around in the chair, trying to escape the searing, burning pain of the alcohol. I couldn’t help but laugh. He seemed so enthusiastic about pain before, but now he was trying desperately to avoid it. The tears flowed steadily down his bone-white cheeks as I knelt to lick the blood. It was sweet and thick……positively delicious. I realized soon that I couldn’t fuck him with his dick in this shape. I rummaged through my toy box and found a needle and black thread. Singing along to my Genitorturers CD –– how appropriate, I thought –– I commenced sewing up his dick. He didn’t even flinch as the needle pierced his skin over and over again. Once I was finished, I slid a thin rubber tube into the hole to make it rigid. Then I slid my lips over it, once again tasting his thick blood. His screams died down to a whimper as I licked his mutilated member. I looked up at him and grinned, my mouth and face covered in his bright red blood. I straddled his lap, adding unwanted pressure to his inflamed and bloody crotch, and slid down on his dick. His screams resumed as I fucked him hard, taking special care to grind on his lap. I covered his mouth with mine and shoved my tongue inside, licking the barbell in his tongue. I broke the kiss, wrapped my hand in his long black hair, and yanked his head back. The beautiful white of the nape of his neck was truly spectacular to behold. Then I lightly kissed his soft flesh before biting down. His thick blood filled my mouth and I withdrew, staring at him with a huge, bloody grin.
He soon ceased to struggle and I climbed off of his lap. His head hung limp, his chin on his chest. Damn, I broke yet another toy.