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Supernova
- Joined
- May 8, 2011
But can you offer me something I want more than to kill you? The words repeated in Lace's head. He thought he'd already offered enough intel, but apparently he needed to offer more. He had to think fast. But it was so hard to think with a strong hand around his throat. What also struck him as particularly dangerous was that Kaze actually wanted to kill him. Lace may have been an assassin who killed with little to no remorse, but he didn't like doing it. He very strictly did it for the money. Kaze seemed to be a whole different kind of killer.
He sucked in a deep breath when the hand finally left his throat, but he didn't have long to recover before he was dragged across the room by his hair. Despite all he'd been through, that still managed to elicit a scream of pain from him.
He only glanced at himself in the mirror for a second, not wanting to see himself like that. "I see a failure," he answered honestly, sounding genuinely dejected. It was a far cry from his cocky attitude when Kaze had first come to the brothel.
He didn't even fight back as the rest of his weapons were taken from their hiding place. There was another knife and a small pistol. He held very, very still when the blade was pressed to his cock again, scared to make any sudden movements and make everything worse. Though he did suck in a sharp breath as the blade pushed into his sensitive flesh.
"I'd rather not," he groaned, not sure he would survive being castrated, especially since he was pretty sure Kaze intended on doing it himself with no real medical professional involved.
"Let's think about this carefully, okay?" He tried to keep his voice calm and even despite the blade pushing into his cock head and the severe pain he was in. "I make a lot of money here. Like a lot of it. And I have some very loyal, very wealthy, and very powerful clients who wouldn't be too happy with you if you took their favorite toy away," he reasoned with him. "You already have one gangster sending assassins after you. Do you really want to make more powerful enemies? If you leave me in tact, I can work for you. Give you a cut of my earnings. You would make more money than you know what to do with and you wouldn't even have to do anything."
.
Kaze liked the way the little bitch screamed when he pulled his hair. The fear in the supposedly formidable assassin was palpable, and it kept Kaze engaged in this affair. He smiled to himself when he presented the caught murderer in the mirror. Admittedly, this meeting was much better than he anticipated. And Laze was just his taste, not yet so jaded from the dark work he did that he had no emotions to offer, but rather, was a vat of them whenever Kaze applied any pressure.
He looked at Laze in the mirror and sighed with some accomplishment. He licked his lips as he freed Laze of his remaining tools of the trade. Kaze turned the gun over in his hand, raising his eyebrow at it and then waved the new knife at Laze's reflection when he saw it. It was all done teasingly but with that psychotic darkness that would put even seasoned killers on edge. There was a reason why Kaze had been able to climb to the top, and how he could have information about someone who dealt death from the shadows.
That was part of why Laze might be important though. He could be part of that network. And as he acted now, Kaze wouldn't mind someone who killed for him and fucked really well. Not to mention Laze was really easy on the eyes. He winked at the caught male in the mirror and continued to draw beads of red from the tip of that smaller dick. It made Laze sing like a little bird. Kaze listened but was more focused on the red he was eliciting from the assassin's cock tip. This had been the funnest attempt at his life for quite some time. If Laze died without knowing anything other than that, it would still have been a life well lived. At least according to Kaze.
He laughed outright at Laze's reasoning and pushed the sharp end of his blade just millimeters deeper into Laze's pisshole. "I'm sure you're rich. But do you think we who run the world care about our cocksleeves? You're a bigger idiot than I thought. Maybe that's how you lost your edge, thinking you're worth anything to your clients." He scoffed, honestly disgusted by the stupid reasoning. "In that case I'd just throw one of my top fucks at them and they'd leave me alone." He kissed Laze ontop of his head and then looked him in the eye through the mirror.
"Nah, if you live you'll do it by fucking and sucking. And some loyalty." He decided and then finally gave the shallowly maimed cock a break, pulling the knife back. The next move was a vertical cut, and Laze might assume it was a killing blow. But instead it finally freed the assassin from his bindings. While disarmed, Laze was now in full control of his own body again. Laze stepped back, still holding the knife casually.
"Now, you can try to run, or even kill me, but I think I've proven that you'd be an idiot to try something you've attempted before." He nodded to the floor before him. "Or you can be my cockhungry bitch, who'll take the odd murder and give me all her hard earned cash." It was obvious there was no lack of balls in the boss in front of Laze. And no doubt he thought very little of him.
He sucked in a deep breath when the hand finally left his throat, but he didn't have long to recover before he was dragged across the room by his hair. Despite all he'd been through, that still managed to elicit a scream of pain from him.
He only glanced at himself in the mirror for a second, not wanting to see himself like that. "I see a failure," he answered honestly, sounding genuinely dejected. It was a far cry from his cocky attitude when Kaze had first come to the brothel.
He didn't even fight back as the rest of his weapons were taken from their hiding place. There was another knife and a small pistol. He held very, very still when the blade was pressed to his cock again, scared to make any sudden movements and make everything worse. Though he did suck in a sharp breath as the blade pushed into his sensitive flesh.
"I'd rather not," he groaned, not sure he would survive being castrated, especially since he was pretty sure Kaze intended on doing it himself with no real medical professional involved.
"Let's think about this carefully, okay?" He tried to keep his voice calm and even despite the blade pushing into his cock head and the severe pain he was in. "I make a lot of money here. Like a lot of it. And I have some very loyal, very wealthy, and very powerful clients who wouldn't be too happy with you if you took their favorite toy away," he reasoned with him. "You already have one gangster sending assassins after you. Do you really want to make more powerful enemies? If you leave me in tact, I can work for you. Give you a cut of my earnings. You would make more money than you know what to do with and you wouldn't even have to do anything."
.
Kaze liked the way the little bitch screamed when he pulled his hair. The fear in the supposedly formidable assassin was palpable, and it kept Kaze engaged in this affair. He smiled to himself when he presented the caught murderer in the mirror. Admittedly, this meeting was much better than he anticipated. And Laze was just his taste, not yet so jaded from the dark work he did that he had no emotions to offer, but rather, was a vat of them whenever Kaze applied any pressure.
He looked at Laze in the mirror and sighed with some accomplishment. He licked his lips as he freed Laze of his remaining tools of the trade. Kaze turned the gun over in his hand, raising his eyebrow at it and then waved the new knife at Laze's reflection when he saw it. It was all done teasingly but with that psychotic darkness that would put even seasoned killers on edge. There was a reason why Kaze had been able to climb to the top, and how he could have information about someone who dealt death from the shadows.
That was part of why Laze might be important though. He could be part of that network. And as he acted now, Kaze wouldn't mind someone who killed for him and fucked really well. Not to mention Laze was really easy on the eyes. He winked at the caught male in the mirror and continued to draw beads of red from the tip of that smaller dick. It made Laze sing like a little bird. Kaze listened but was more focused on the red he was eliciting from the assassin's cock tip. This had been the funnest attempt at his life for quite some time. If Laze died without knowing anything other than that, it would still have been a life well lived. At least according to Kaze.
He laughed outright at Laze's reasoning and pushed the sharp end of his blade just millimeters deeper into Laze's pisshole. "I'm sure you're rich. But do you think we who run the world care about our cocksleeves? You're a bigger idiot than I thought. Maybe that's how you lost your edge, thinking you're worth anything to your clients." He scoffed, honestly disgusted by the stupid reasoning. "In that case I'd just throw one of my top fucks at them and they'd leave me alone." He kissed Laze ontop of his head and then looked him in the eye through the mirror.
"Nah, if you live you'll do it by fucking and sucking. And some loyalty." He decided and then finally gave the shallowly maimed cock a break, pulling the knife back. The next move was a vertical cut, and Laze might assume it was a killing blow. But instead it finally freed the assassin from his bindings. While disarmed, Laze was now in full control of his own body again. Laze stepped back, still holding the knife casually.
"Now, you can try to run, or even kill me, but I think I've proven that you'd be an idiot to try something you've attempted before." He nodded to the floor before him. "Or you can be my cockhungry bitch, who'll take the odd murder and give me all her hard earned cash." It was obvious there was no lack of balls in the boss in front of Laze. And no doubt he thought very little of him.