[CW Knifeplay & blood]
Torturing a handsome submissive man. Sitting on top of him fully clothed while he's undressed down to his boxers. I instruct him to remain still and keep his hands at his sides. There's no need to restrain him - he'd never resist me. He'll simply lay there and allow me to use his body as a canvas.
I'm in no rush, slowly trailing my knife down his torso as I search for the best spot to place my first mark. I let the tension build, allow the anticipation to drag, give him plenty of time to gather himself between each cut to ensure he feels every puncture to the fullest extent.
I could watch my blade split his skin for hours. It gives so easily; there's a morbid beauty to it. It makes me cherish every cut I inflict.
Should I feel particularly cruel, I'll dig my nails into his wounds and watch the way he squirms in response. His blood dwells between my fingertips, fresh and warm, and I can't resist the urge to taste it. I lick my fingers, first. Then my blade. Then I bend down to lap at the streaks of blood running down his torso.
Every sound of pain that slips past his lips makes me feel ecstatic. Whenever he grits his teeth, and I can feel his body tense below me, I want to push him further than before. It's a rush of excitement and satisfaction that urges me to throw caution to the wind. If humans had any lives to spare, I would bleed him dry and drink every last drop. But even a man like him is quite fragile in the end.