Page 97 of Bottoms Up
We aren’t helping him heal, but we aren’t harming him. We’re giving him the scaffolding he needs to live in this world, the civilian world, where he isn’t dropping into war zones and experiencing whatever the fuck happened to him.
As long as he craves it and keeps choosing it, we’ll keep giving him the pain he needs, and I’ll have fun pushing him farther and farther.
What is it about hurting someone that gives me such joy? I have no idea. Honestly, I don’t. I’d never want to be hurtthisbad, even once I’m a vampire and I can heal the damage, but I need pain sometimes, too.
And so, I pulled the foreskin as high above his dick as I could, cut the top quarter inch of loose skin, and then pulled it down so the head of his dick showed — and sliced all the loose tissue away from the shaft. Every delicate fold, every slick membrane.
A few minutes in, Atlas squeezed his eyes shut, and Julian leaned close to tell him, “Eyes open, Muscles. If you close them again for more than a blink, I’ll make it so your brain won’t remember blinking is an option, much less closing them.” he stood back up straight, still looking down. “You want to feel this. You will watch. Eyes back on your dick, painwhore.”
Atlas whimpered. But forced his eyes open and looked back to what I was doing to his cock.
I had a sharp scalpel, but it took a while to get it all cut away, leaving a ring of red, raw meat a finger’s width below the glans.
While I worked, Atlas gasped. Moaned. His breathing was ragged and shallow, chest trembling as he fought to holdcompletelystill.
But he never screamed.
When all the skin was off, there wasn’t a whole lot of blood, but enough I wanted to stop it. Blood is messy.
I grabbed the spray, and about a half-second after the clear mist landed, chemically cauterizing the crimson ring circling his cock, Atlas arched against the restraints, and this time, he did scream, the sound bouncing off the hard surfaces of the bathroom.
I panicked about the neighbors, but Julian acted quickly with his vampire-magic to take Atlas’s voice, leaving him blowing large volumes of air rather than screaming — muting him mid-bellow.
Atlas continued to try to scream, his mouth opened wide, eyes wild with agony, body jerking in place as the pain rolled through him.
Did the spray hurt worse than the actual circumcision, or had it been the burn on top of all the slicing that had pushed him over the edge?
Whatever the reason, this was the moment that shattered him.
Though, I’m pretty sure the whole hellish nightmare was a thousand times worse because Julian wouldn’t let him look away while I worked.
And I’m just as sure Julian is happy I didn’t think of this while I had a TPE contract over him.
While our toy’s screams were silenced, I gripped Atlas’s balls in my fist and squeezed, steadily adding more and more pressure until his body trembled and shook, and his breathing told me he was at the edge of his tolerance.
I held them for a slow count of twenty in my head before slowly releasing them.
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Julian
When I deemed Silver had played with him long enough, I sprayed Atlas’s dick down with alcohol. He flinched hard, breath hitching through gritted teeth. I supported his back and shoulders to rotate him back up, weight once again on his knees, and released his hands so he could straighten his bent-backward body.
“Scoot back in the tub, sit your ass on your heels, and hold your left hand out.”
He immediately obeyed, and I poured the hot pepper oil on his hand. “It goes on your dick. The whole thing. Start with the pretty red ring my Silver gave you, but make sure you poke some into the hole at the top, too. Cover your whole dick. Rub it in good.”
His breath stuttered. Then caught again when the first smear hit raw meat. A full-body twitch ran through him — shoulders jerking, mouth open — but he didn’t make a sound.
He didn’t hesitate to obey.
I hadn’t been a huge fan of this idea, and yet, my dick had pulsed painfully hard while I’d watched my Silver slice away all that skin. Watching Atlas fight to hold still, not just through the pain, but through the psychological gut-punch of having his dick mutilated while he watched, eyes wide, throat working, helpless to look away.
Eventually, I made him fuck Silver’s ass while I fucked Atlas’s. I wanted him to fuck something while his dick was circumcised, mostly so he could tell me how it felt — what was different about it.
Silver has to worry about infection, so I didn’t want a freshly skinned dick in her cunt, but I figure the human rectum is a lot hardier than a human pussy.
Plus, the hot pepper oil should kill any germs, right? And it had the added benefit of hurting them both at the same time.
