Still Crying?

He woke up, his head throbbing and his skin cold – Byakuya didn’t even remember falling asleep. He opened his eyes, finally, and was met with – nothing. Everything was too dark to see – he could only barely discern his own skin. Logic, or perhaps fear, told him to get up and, at the very least, try to figure out where he was. It was only upon trying to rise that he noticed the ropes around his ankles and wrists – he was tied to something.

There was only one thing he could think of to do – he screamed.

“He finally came about,” the young Kuchiki heard the steely voice echo around to him and saw, at the very edge of his vision, firelight flickering and moving closer. Footsteps were next, high-pitched and almost frantic in their falling – he was going to be rescued, “Come on, let’s get him upright,” Byakuya waited for the man to start untying the ropes – he kept waiting. Then, all at once, he felt himself, restraints and all, being lifted upright and acid shot through his veins. He was tied to a large stake, the wood grain leaving an impression down his back, which was lowered abruptly into the ground – Byakuya felt the jarring slam through his entire body followed by the immediate pain as his weight fell against the ropes, pushing them into his flesh.

In the wavering torchlight he could see two men clothed entirely in black fabric that rustled loudly – he couldn’t even see their faces under the cowls of their hoods, “What’s happening?” neither of the two answered. He felt hands against his legs and the ropes began to loosen – he relaxed, sure that they were here to help him now, “Thank you.”

Once the ropes were tossed away he felt new, smoother cables wrapping around his ankles – they were cold, like metal, and he couldn’t help but yelp. The two men tied off the loops and repeated the whole process with his arms – there was no way he could fight against it, either – one man held his arm against the rough wood while the other fastened the cable to his wrist – it also didn’t keep Byakuya from struggling, but he wasn’t even out of his teen years yet and these men obviously were. When they untied the last rope the stake began to fall down – Byakuya braced himself for impact, but it never came. He turned his head to look and he was completely suspended by the metal cables, though he couldn’t see into the darkness to tell what they were connected to. Looking out at his limbs also brought him to another realization – he was naked. His arms and legs slowly pulled away from his body, stretching his skin taut over his muscles, “Tenzo, I’m not sure about this anymore.”

“Fine – you can leave.”

The man with the steely voice, apparently named Tenzo, was terrifying to Byakuya – there was something about the way he spoke, something final in his words, “But, Tenzo, he’s just a kid!”

“He’s not just a kid, Akira – he’s the heir to the Kuchiki family – this “kid” is gonna be the next family head. But, if you don’t want the money I can do this myself,” the mention of money seemed to have stifled anymore of Akira’s arguments, “That’s what I thought.”

“If you rescue me from here my family can pay you more than whoever sent you here, I promise that.”

“I doubt it, kid,” Tenzo roughly thrust a wet towel in Byakuya’s mouth, essentially stopping any further commentary, “Come on, Akira, let’s get this over with,” both men disappeared behind him with a sigh from Akira and the young Kuchiki started to shiver in terror. He could only hear faint rustling for almost a minute, though it may as well have been an hour, and then a loud, resonating crack split the air – a whip slashed across his flesh, blood striping down the pale skin. He felt it again – his skin split apart, the muscles bruising from the force of the whip, and blood, thick and hot, oozed down his leg, ending in an echoing drip drip as it stained the floor beneath him. The tongue of the whip moved all across his body, slashing its bloody agony against his back, his legs, and the hard muscle of his buttocks.

He finally thought that they were finished when he heard footsteps, but they simply moved in front of him, the whip still shining with the few remnants of his blood that had managed to stick to the leather, though he couldn’t be sure which one was holding it. The lash made its first cut across his chest and the wet towel fell from Byakuya’s mouth, landing with a splash in the pool of blood that was slowly growing under him. The second slash, across his thigh, missed his balls by less than an inch – he wanted to scream, but the pain was too great – it had filled every synapse of his brain. Tears gushed silently down his body, streaming into the raw wounds on his chest – every drop of salt water that hit made his muscles spasm, pulling at the bonds that held him, but he couldn’t stop. The pain slowly grew worse until he just wanted to die, simply because it would stop the pain. They continued slashing across him, the whip running out of skin and crossing over the marks it had left before, “That’s enough of that, I think,” Tenzo reached around in his pants and pulled out a large bottle without a discernable label, “Don’t need him dead,” he splashed the bottle across the bleeding wounds and this time Byakuya did scream – it felt like ants were crawling inside of the gashes and biting the muscle and bone. He was leaking drool down his jaws as his body tried to cope with pain it hadn’t felt, or even considered, before. Finally it subsided, at least as much as it was going to, into a constant, though less severe, ache that covered his whole body – whatever was in the bottle had apparently healed up his wounds, at least to some degree, “He’s still crying. Akira, get him down on the ground.”

He felt a buzz move through his limbs and all at once Byakuya began to lower down to the ground – he was back to facing the ceiling. He could just barely feel the warm blood against the peaks of his backside, “Listen up,” Tenzo sat down on his chest, pulling his limbs dangerously close to dislocation, “for every drop that you don’t swallow I’m gonna cut off one of your fingers,” he squeezed down hard against Byakuya’s jaw and it fell open long enough for him to slip something metallic against his teeth. Byakuya tried to close his mouth, but whatever had just been inserted kept it gaping open. It took next to no time for his tongue and throat to start drying out – the air in this room was arid and filled with dust and the smell of coagulating blood was almost too strong to breathe, “Go on Akira – we don’t have time to waste while you question morals.”

Akira’s body was so close that Byakuya could feel the heat emanating from his skin – he was so focused on the face, still without detail, that he didn’t notice the rustling fabric above his head until the cloth fell, rough and cheap feeling, across his cheek. Byakuya followed a smooth leg up, his eyes sticking to the contours of the spectrally bright skin, until he reached the thigh – then his vision was caught by something else – Akira’s hands were wrapped around a slowly expanding shaft and he was moving forward until it was pointing directly over Byakuya’s mouth. Akira closed his eyes, still struggling with what he was expected to do, but before too long the Kuchiki heir saw liquid streaming out of the tip of the cock and it was aimed directly at his mouth – now he knew what he wasn’t allowed to spill. The stream slithered down his tongue, coating it with bitter, salty flavor – his expectations were worse than the actual result. He gulped down the piss, though still with difficulty, and it just kept coming down – by the time the last few drops fell onto his tongue, Byakuya was numb to the flavor. Akira pulled up his pants and tied them closed with a cord before moving out of the way, “My turn.”

It was Tenzo, his cock already staring at the empty basin – he didn’t hesitate. A virulent, yellow jet shot out at the youth – he could smell the ammonia before it ever got close to his nose. When the torrent gushed down it hit him like a sword – the smell was enough to make him vomit, and the only thing that stopped him was the threat of losing his fingers. Tears streaming down again, Byakuya Kuchiki relaxed the back of his throat and let the venom slink down his gullet – anything to get rid of the taste. Before the last bit of urine had gurgled away, Tenzo was kneeling by his face, the tip of his cock smearing the last drop or two of his piss across Byakuya’s cheek, “Still crying?” Tenzo reached over and punched him in the stomach – his ass dipped all the way down into the blood and he could feel his bones grinding together at the joints, threatening to pull out, “Turn him upside down.”

Byakuya felt the vibration ringing through his bones as the cables twisted and turned him like a marionette, finally settling him completely upside down, his hair falling into the blood. He felt something cold trickle down his back and across his neck and knew that it was the same blood. Without any warning something strange came over the young noble – it was a sensation he’d never experienced before, but it made him squirm – something, a small, hard something, was working its way between his cheeks and down into his bowels, “Have you ever had an enema, boy?” Tenzo didn’t actually care about the answer, but it happened that Byakuya had never even heard the term before. He heard a valve begin to turn somewhere, clicking out its omens, and something icy started to work its way inside of him. More and more came down through his hole until it became a steadily building pressure against his guts. His head was pounding as the blood tried to rush up to his intestines and warm them. The unstoppable taste of acid rocketed down and vomit spewed out, mixing with the blood across the floor – Byakuya found that he had no more tears left to cry for himself and hung there, the taste of bile still on his tongue.

The cables slowly turned him back around and one of the men was wiping down the tip of a hose – somewhere in the back of his mind, Byakuya knew that was the hose that had just administered his enema, “Open your mouth,” Tenzo, hose in hand, walked up and looked at the young face, “You didn’t cry this time,” Byakuya didn’t respond, simply waiting with his mouth hanging open. Tenzo held the hose about an inch away from Byakuya’s mouth and the water, just as icy as before, cleaned out all the remaining vomit and acid. He sprayed the water across the long black hair, wetting it into a black, velveteen sheet. A spasm of pain raged through the young Kuchiki’s body as Tenzo sprayed the jet over his chest – the water inside of him was getting restless – he was cramping. Tenzo just took his time, watching the teen bite down on his lip and scrunch his face – but he still didn’t cry. By the time he was finished, Byakuya was dripping water off of his body; he was fighting against the water in his bowels – it wanted to come out, “Alright, empty yourself out, kid.”

He didn’t even wait for him to finish the sentence before pushing out the water – it took a concerted effort to start the flow, but once Byakuya had released the first bit of the enema the rest shot out. His belly fell back in line with the rest of his body and the water kept flowing out. Tenzo began to spray the putrid cocktail away from them, presumably to a drain of some sort.

It was several minutes before Byakuya was completely empty again and his hole, which he had never paid much mind to before, felt abnormally tight and dry. The cables whipped him around rather quickly this time until he was hanging parallel to the ground, staring at the freshly cleaned stone, “Bite me and I’ll pull out all your teeth,” Byakuya heard Tenzo before he saw the feet come into his vision. The distinctive smell of sweat rushed into his nose. He looked up and the sentence made sense to him immediately.

Tenzo wrapped his fingers into the black hair, pulling up on Byakuya’s scalp and thrusting his cock in. He paid no mind to the youth, ramming it forcefully down his throat – luckily, Byakuya remembered to relax his throat, just like with the piss. He almost bit down, though, when pressure started to build in his ass. He couldn’t look back to tell, but there was only one thing it could be – Akira. The shaft was in a stranglehold by the virginal hole, fighting to keep the intruder out, but Akira kept pushing in, the skin jerking like two tectonic plates sliding past each other. Byakuya thought the muscles were tearing apart to accommodate the shaft and he squeezed won, subconsciously trying to keep himself together. He felt bristly, wiry hair against the soft flesh of his ass and knew that Akira was finally all the way in. Tenzo hadn’t stopped ramming his dick in and out – whenever Byakuya breather he was met with sweat. Only a very small part of Byakuya realized that he was hard. Akira pulled out at a torturous pace, Tenzo thrusting himself in several times before Akira’s cock was out. Two hands – Akira’s hands – wrapped around the youth’s ribcage, and then the shaft rammed back in – the sudden pain was an electric shock, all but numbing him from the waist down. Byakuya’s torso started to heave, his balls tightening, and it took all of his willpower to stave off the orgasm. Tenzo stopped moving and sprayed – the cum didn’t even get on his tongue, shooting straight into his stomach. The organ pulsated against his lips as it shot further strings of seed down into his body. Tenzo just stayed there, panting, even after the shaft went limp and fell from Byakuya’s mouth, “Akira, Tenzo – that’s enough.”

Byakuya knew he was mistaken – the voice couldn’t belong to the person he thought it did – it must have been the acoustics in the chamber. Akira pulled out one final time and left Byakuya feeling empty – it was a feeling that would stay with him for hours after the fact, making him squirm anytime he sat down. His balls, denied release, began to ache, protesting against the abrupt ending, “Byakuya – remember this pain,” he wasn’t going to look at the man that was speaking now – he didn’t want to believe that his own grandfather had put him through this, “Nothing will ever amount to this – carry these scars and remember never to show weakness.”

The cables slacked off and one of the men helped to untie him. When Byakuya looked around the room, the man that had spoken to him was nowhere – he may as well have been imagined, “Kid, I’m sorry about all of this,” Akira, slipping him from the metal cables, spoke so low that Tenzo couldn’t hear them, “It’s just that my family needed the money your grandfather was offering – I really didn’t want to do this.”

Now it was undeniable – His grandfather, Ginrei Kuchiki, had tortured him – he’d used drones to do it, but it all linked back to his grandfather.

Eventually, Byakuya understood – that torture had given him a calm mind – it let him keep life in perspective.