Blood has always fascinated me, like watching a kid in school who got a bloody nose. And I’ve often stood in front of a mirror, wearing a white shirt, and cut the inside of my nose with a fingernail just so I could watch the blood flow into my mouth, and off my chin, turning the shirt scarlet. Other times shirtless, to see it dribble down my smooth pecs and belly.
When I get a guy strung up, I sometimes use a razor to make a 5-6 inch cut on his upper chest, not deep, just slightly breaking the skin. The cut turns red and tiny droplets appear. They grow bigger and begin to dribble down the smooth, white chest, over a nipple or down between the pecs, into and past the belly button, slowly making their way down to the cock, no pubic hair interfering with the flow, onto the smooth dick, dripping off the head onto the floor, while other rivulets make their way past the shaft and balls, and down hairless legs to puddle around the feet.
Jeffery was a really sweet kid, cute, with long blond hair and alabaster skin. I chained him standing, arms straight out to the side, and legs spread eagled. Starting with a small riding crop, and later moving on to a short nine-tails, I whipped head. Only his head. The top, sides, back and, of course, his face. Started by just flicking his face, to get some welts. Then more, to break the skin and start the blood flowing down his torso, his soft smooth skin, into his crotch, and dripping into a puddle below. Sweet boy, he whimpered, cried, and screamed. I used to gag my men but now don’t mind the screaming, so I sometimes leave it off. Adds to the atmosphere and, besides, this room is totally soundproofed.
As his face bloodied up, I moved close and kissed him, biting his lips, even managing to grab his tongue with my teeth once. I never thought I could love the taste of blood until my encounter with Nick, who opened a whole new world to me.
Jeffery’s golden hair turned crimson as the whip tore at his scalp. Finally, in ecstasy, I ramped it up. Eventually his ears came off. An eyeball seemed to explode after one particularly hard, direct hit. In time, his face just disappeared, and he was long dead when I stopped. Grabbed a handful of his blood-soaked hair and the entire scalp pulled easily away from his skull. Although I had not touched him below the neck, his entire body was covered with blood. And so was mine.
I bloodied up Samuel in a much more subtle way. Used a neuro wheel, a little hand-held gizmo with a small sharp-pointed wheel that you roll across the skin. It creates an extremely sensual feeling, and Jake and I had used it a lot. You’re not supposed to press too hard or the spikes will break the skin. With Samuel, of course, that was exactly my intention.
I started on his smooth, muscular back, rolling the wheel lightly, not pressing too hard, which caused tiny specks of blood to appear. Then I moved on to his chest and stomach, his butt, biceps, and legs. He was a strange sight, this strong, hot stud, spread-eagled, speckled with tiny red dots on his smooth white skin. Some sort of modern painting. At this point, I think he was puzzled about what was happening, because the wheel hadn’t caused any real pain.
I returned to his back and began again, this time pressing the sharp points more deeply into his body. More blood now. And more pain, as Samuel began to jerk around and make noises through his gag. I rolled the wheel over every inch of his back, pressing harder and harder with each pass, the spikes penetrating about a quarter inch into his skin. Again, I moved on to other parts of his body below the neck. Samuel was still whimpering but I still hadn’t really hurt him.
I ran the wheel across his forehead, pressing the spikes against his skull. Now, he felt real pain. I knelt in front of his dick, decided it needed another shot of liquid Viagra, and watched it grow rock hard again. But it didn’t take long for the wheel to tenderize that meat. And his sac. The skin on both yielded quickly to the spikes. With my teeth, I ripped off pieces of shredded skin. Biting, chewing, swallowing. In a frenzy, I got up and worked that wheel over his entire body, pressing the spikes as deep into him as my strength would allow. I yanked the gag off and worked on his face, neck and scalp. He twitched in his chains and moaned a low constant morn. Much louder when I rolled the spikes into his eyeballs, and then, eventually, he stopped breathing.
I dropped Samuel to the floor, held him tightly and caressed his body, as two men do, passion spent, dicks softening, after a wild bout of love.
When I get a guy strung up, I sometimes use a razor to make a 5-6 inch cut on his upper chest, not deep, just slightly breaking the skin. The cut turns red and tiny droplets appear. They grow bigger and begin to dribble down the smooth, white chest, over a nipple or down between the pecs, into and past the belly button, slowly making their way down to the cock, no pubic hair interfering with the flow, onto the smooth dick, dripping off the head onto the floor, while other rivulets make their way past the shaft and balls, and down hairless legs to puddle around the feet.
Jeffery was a really sweet kid, cute, with long blond hair and alabaster skin. I chained him standing, arms straight out to the side, and legs spread eagled. Starting with a small riding crop, and later moving on to a short nine-tails, I whipped head. Only his head. The top, sides, back and, of course, his face. Started by just flicking his face, to get some welts. Then more, to break the skin and start the blood flowing down his torso, his soft smooth skin, into his crotch, and dripping into a puddle below. Sweet boy, he whimpered, cried, and screamed. I used to gag my men but now don’t mind the screaming, so I sometimes leave it off. Adds to the atmosphere and, besides, this room is totally soundproofed.
As his face bloodied up, I moved close and kissed him, biting his lips, even managing to grab his tongue with my teeth once. I never thought I could love the taste of blood until my encounter with Nick, who opened a whole new world to me.
Jeffery’s golden hair turned crimson as the whip tore at his scalp. Finally, in ecstasy, I ramped it up. Eventually his ears came off. An eyeball seemed to explode after one particularly hard, direct hit. In time, his face just disappeared, and he was long dead when I stopped. Grabbed a handful of his blood-soaked hair and the entire scalp pulled easily away from his skull. Although I had not touched him below the neck, his entire body was covered with blood. And so was mine.
I bloodied up Samuel in a much more subtle way. Used a neuro wheel, a little hand-held gizmo with a small sharp-pointed wheel that you roll across the skin. It creates an extremely sensual feeling, and Jake and I had used it a lot. You’re not supposed to press too hard or the spikes will break the skin. With Samuel, of course, that was exactly my intention.
I started on his smooth, muscular back, rolling the wheel lightly, not pressing too hard, which caused tiny specks of blood to appear. Then I moved on to his chest and stomach, his butt, biceps, and legs. He was a strange sight, this strong, hot stud, spread-eagled, speckled with tiny red dots on his smooth white skin. Some sort of modern painting. At this point, I think he was puzzled about what was happening, because the wheel hadn’t caused any real pain.
I returned to his back and began again, this time pressing the sharp points more deeply into his body. More blood now. And more pain, as Samuel began to jerk around and make noises through his gag. I rolled the wheel over every inch of his back, pressing harder and harder with each pass, the spikes penetrating about a quarter inch into his skin. Again, I moved on to other parts of his body below the neck. Samuel was still whimpering but I still hadn’t really hurt him.
I ran the wheel across his forehead, pressing the spikes against his skull. Now, he felt real pain. I knelt in front of his dick, decided it needed another shot of liquid Viagra, and watched it grow rock hard again. But it didn’t take long for the wheel to tenderize that meat. And his sac. The skin on both yielded quickly to the spikes. With my teeth, I ripped off pieces of shredded skin. Biting, chewing, swallowing. In a frenzy, I got up and worked that wheel over his entire body, pressing the spikes as deep into him as my strength would allow. I yanked the gag off and worked on his face, neck and scalp. He twitched in his chains and moaned a low constant morn. Much louder when I rolled the spikes into his eyeballs, and then, eventually, he stopped breathing.
I dropped Samuel to the floor, held him tightly and caressed his body, as two men do, passion spent, dicks softening, after a wild bout of love.
