I Can Make You...

I wanted to see his pretty face, so I removed his mask. He had finished crying a long time ago, there were dried salt paths down his tanned face.
\"You never struck me as the type that cried,\" I said with a smirk. He still said nothing. I walked over to the dungeon wall and hung his mask up, at least I was courteous enough to do that. His head hung down. He looked absolutely delicious hanging there...not a strip to cover himself.
\"You\'re so skinny,\" I commented. \"But not to skinny for me. I can imagine that you can take quite a bit, no?\" He still said nothing. I was determined to get a sound out of him yet, so I walked behind him and bit into his neck. He drew in a sharp hiss and let out a small whimper from the pain. That wasn\'t a good enough sound for me.
\"I guarantee this to you...you\'ll scream before the night is over.\"

I began to undress.
\"I think I\'d like to give you a preview of what you\'ll be get.\" .\" He looked up at me with his one honey-brown eye, a frown creased his brow. He didn\'t have to look up at me, but he did. It intruiged me, and his answer intruiged men mon more.
\"I look all of my opponents in the eye.\"
\"That\'s nice, because I\'m pretty sure that you won\'t be able to take your eyes off of me. At least, I wouldn\'t...for safety\'s sake.\" Then I laughed. I walked behind him and stared at his beautiful ass. I walked up to him and rhe phe palm of my hand down his back; then I put my middle finger into my mouth. It would make the first bit of the job a little bit easier. I pressed myself against him and said,
\"This\'ll only hurt...a little.\" I pressed my finger into him inch by agonizing inch. I felt him trying to resist me, but it wouldn\'t do very much good. I laughed quietly into his ear. Then I rammed it into him full, gauging his tolerance of pain. My finger tore in and out of him and I got nothing, so I used another finger. I rammed in and out of him hoping that he would scream, cry, or do something...he was totally quiet. I liked him, very determined. After I had assaulted him until I got bored I walked back around to look at him. I tilted his head up with the tip of my whip. His lip was bleeding. He had bitten his lip to keep from screaming. The sight of the cherry red blood upon his lips was enough to fuel my need to destroy this wall he had put up. The wall was crumbling it was only a matter of time before it fell, brick by brick.
\"Not enough, huh?\" I asked. \"That\'s good, there\'s more where that came from.\" I circled back around him. I glared at my whip in the dim light of the dungeon. I had thought about impaling him with it, but that really didn\'it mit me. I walked back around him and stood directly in front of him. I smiled into his face. I grabbed his legs and manuevered myself between them.
\"For ever second that you remain quiet is every second that I\'m going to hurt you. I won\'t stop until you scream, because I\'m Nakago...and I can make you.\" He sneered at me, eyes level with mine, boiling over with hot, feverish anger. It turned me on.
I dug my long fingernails into the bottoms of his thighs and parted him with no grace. He jerked in the chains and threw his head back. His tight heat constricted around me. He tried to squeezed the breath out of me with his thighs, but that did no good. My hands were stronger than his thighs could ever be. I drove myself into him, his head was still throw back, breath wheezed out of him each time I rammed into him. Funny thing about the male body, no matter what you do to it, excitement, fear, arousal, it all registers as the same thing. He was stiff as a steal rod, yet his body was as pliant as clay. I grabbed him around the neck and yanked his face up so that I could love into his eyes. Tears ran down his face. He was gasping for hair all in an attempt to choke back a sob. His face was twisted in agony.
\"Scream,\" I whispered. \"All you have to do is scream.\" I leaned back to drive between his legs at a sharper angle. His one eye became as large as a full moon. But he would not scream, his mouth only stayed open in silent protest. My grip became tighter around his throat. I could tell that I was striking a spot deep inside him because he whimpered and tightened around me each time. I looked down at his proud cock and saw it doing the same thing that his eyes were, shedding drops of crystal dew. I pounded at him harder and harder, my end was coming soon, but it would not come until I made him scream...and then...he screamed--

It was the most delicious sound I had ever heard. It was nothing like Nuriko\'s scream, nothing like Miaka\'s, nothing like Tasuki\'s. Their sounds of anguish paled in comparisson. His scream made the bars shake. His scream sounded like something between excruciating pain and overwhelming ecstasy. And when he screamed, hot droplets of his very essence painted my chest and stomach. He went limp in my arms. Once he screamed, he never stopped. eve every thrust there was an exclamation or a cry. As my nails dug even deeper into his skin, drawing out blood...I knew that I was finished. My vision went black and I sank to the floor. No one\'s body had been this exquisite, no one\'s fight had been this electrifying to me. He had done all he could to not release a sound. I commended him for that, but that was what got him here in the first place. I needed to hear him in pain...I just needed to hear him. I looked up and saw him hanging there, eyes shut, mouth bloodied, my come running down his legs like a transparent river. I had done what I wanted to do. I would send him back...never the same--bearing eight puncture marks in his thighs, but most off all with a bruised psyche.

I enjoyed him most. I\'ll have that memory for ever. Each time I look at the blue hair that I yanked out of his head for a souvenir, I\'ll remember that I am Nakago...and that I can make you.