Painslut

2x4

"So," Kunzite says, conversationally, "one of the pleasant things I've discovered about this incarnation of Earth is that there are quite a few people out there playing games like ours. And some of them have come up with some rather brilliant and, even by my standards, sadistic ideas. Consider these." He sits down on the other end of the bench that Nephrite is straddling, appreciatively eyeing the muscles in long wiry tan legs canted awkward to keep pressure off his tightly bound cock and balls, at least as best as he can with his hands cuffed behind his back.

Kunzite folds back the lid of the box he holds with a smile and watches piercing dusty-blue eyes go wide over the gag.

"As you can see, they're needles. Good steel, quite fine, and very sharp. You'll be glad for that last, I think. They're meant to be inserted temporarily, with proper sterilization, of course." He sets down the box and pinches up a fold of skin from his own forearm. "Through like this, so they rest along your skin. You probably won't even bleed much."

Nephrite's eyes follow his fingers, and he smiles at him--the kind of smile that makes Jadeite back away from him--and reaches over to pick up a long, thin, vicious cane. He nudges Nephrite's head back a bit with it, watches the muscles in his throat work as he swallows hard around his gag. "Now, I'm going to strap you up some place a little more convenient and warm you up with this for a while." Irregardless of the fact that he's already warmed him up with his hands and a soft leather cat'o'nine-tails, of course. He caresses Nephrite's cheek with the tip of the cane, runs it over the little mole by his nose. "Then I'm going to put some of these in down your back and ass."

Nephrite's eyes are starting to haze with that potent mix of fear, lust, and endless yearning need. Kunzite scratches the cane slowly down his chest, over a nipple, listens to his breathing getting ragged. The gag is frustrating him, he knows, but he'll need it soon; otherwise he'll bit his lip bloody.

"Then," he says, savoring the moment, "right over the needles in your skin, I'm going to keep caning you."

There's an indistinct noise that might have been a shocked and fervent curse, if not for the heavy leather bit, and he watches those bright eyes go drowning huge and all the blood drain from Nephrite's face--no doubt straight to his swollen purple cock.

"After all," and the tip of the cane reaches Nephrite's groin, tangling through thick red curls, "it's been a while since I really tested how much you can take. Now." He taps Nephrite's balls with the cane, ever so lightly, and drinks in the terrified grunt. "Stand up."