Cuts Too Deep

It all started so innocently.

Chris and Justin had been kissing; just on the edge of fiery passion, when Justin pulled away suddenly.

Chris was left with only empty air and an aching need to feel Justin’s lips on his again. "What’s the matter?" he asked in confusion.

Justin smiled wickedly and licked his bottom lip. Chris’ heart jumped in his chest at the sight.

"I want to try something," Justin said softly.

The wicked smile grew.

"What?" Chris breathed out.

Justin stood up and walked to the dresser. He opened one of the drawers, took something out and then sat back down on the bed next to Chris. He held an object in both his hands as if it were an offering. The smile never left his face - if anything it became predatory.

Chris looked down at what his lover’s hands held. His eyes grew wide at the sight.

A knife.

Most of it was sheathed, with only the black, curved handle visible. Justin undid the leather sheath and slid the knife out from its protective hold. The blade was long and slightly curved and sharper than anything Chris had ever seen. He tore his eyes away from its deadly beauty to look into Justin’s eyes.

"I want to taste you," Justin said.

"You do taste me."

"I want to taste you from the inside."

Suddenly Chris’ mouth felt very dry and he could feel the start of what he knew was nervousness. He was surprised to find that he was actually nervous around Justin. He never had been before.

Justin held up the knife with one hand, his fingers wrapping themselves around the blade as if they had always belonged there. His dark blue eyes glittered with something Chris had never seen before and could not quite identify.

And still the same predatory smile.

"Please?" Justin whispered.

Chris forced himself to swallow despite the now parched feeling in his throat. He forced down the nervousness. After all, this was only Justin – he could trust Justin.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked. His voice sounded weak to his own ears and he grimaced slightly.

"Hold out your arm," Justin commanded.

Chris obeyed.

Justin held Chris’ wrist firmly with one hand and brought the tip of the knife down with the other. Chris looked down and saw the tip pierce his skin just below the elbow, then he watched as it trailed a path down his arm to his wrist.

He watched as a thin line of blood welled up from where the knife had touched. It took a few seconds for his brain to even register that there was pain, but by then Justin’s tongue was lapping up the scarlet liquid; his mouth hot and wet against Chris’ broken skin.

When Justin at last raised his head, he appeared to Chris to have undergone a transformation. No longer merely his beautiful young lover, he seemed now to be a dark, sensual creature that could easily devour him alive.

That night Justin and Chris had the most mind-blowing sex they had ever had.

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Justin did not bring out the knife again for another two weeks. When he did, he did it in much the same manner as he had the first time.

"I want to taste you," he whispered as the knife glinted in the moonlight.

Chris shivered slightly although the room was warm. "Justin…I don’t know." He heard the weakness in his voice again.

"Please baby? It didn’t hurt that much, did it?"

Chris shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He slowly held out his arm. He never could say no to Justin.

"Not your arm baby. I want your thighs. Spread your legs for me."

Justin’s voice was husky and firm and Chris fell back on the bed and obeyed.

When the knife bit into him this time, Chris whimpered against the stinging pain, surprised that he felt it so quickly. Justin ignored the sound and continued to run the knife down his body. Three long cuts in all.

Justin purred as he licked the blood away from Chris’ thighs, then he reached up and ravaged Chris’ mouth with his own. Soon afterwards, they had sex – rough, hard sex that left both men exhausted and sore afterwards.

The next morning Justin noticed blood on the pristine white sheets and smiled.

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Another two weeks passed without any mention of the knife and Chris found that he liked that just fine. The knife made him uneasy. The way Justin behaved with the knife made him uneasy. There was something about his eyes when he held the steel in his hand…Chris couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he hoped that Justin had finally gotten over his little kink.

Chris’ hopes were dashed when Justin brought out the knife yet again. He saw it in his lover’s grip and he almost groaned with displeasure. Then he noticed that Justin held something in his other hand as well. It too was glinting silver in the moonlight.

Justin held it up and Chris saw that it was a pair of handcuffs. "I want you to give yourself to me baby. I want all of you tonight."

Chris looked away from Justin’s seductive smile. "I don’t want to Justin. You know I’m not into that."

"You can trust me. You do know that, don’t you?" Justin asked as he began to walk towards the bed.

"I know but…"

Suddenly Justin was sitting in front of him and whispering in his ear. "Come on. For me baby. Do it for me."

Electricity ran through Chris’ body as Justin’s tongue snaked out and licked at his earlobe. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to be tied and helpless while Justin held the knife and the power. Even as his brain screamed for him to refuse, Chris opened his mouth and said "yes". He never could say no to Justin.

Justin gently cuffed Chris’ hands behind his back and then helped him to lie down. He straddled him and cut his chest while he kissed away the sounds of pain. Then he bent down and lapped up the spilled blood while his hands caressed Chris’ body.

Chris sighed in relief when Justin at last put the knife down. The wounds stung and he felt slightly humiliated but at least it was over for tonight. He brought his head up in curiosity when he felt Justin rise from the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I’ll be back," Justin said as he disappeared into the closet.

"Honey, please untie me. My arms are starting to hurt," Chris said.

Justin re-emerged with two pieces of cloth in his hands. "Not yet. I’m not done."

Chris watched in silent shock as Justin hopped back up on the bed and again straddled his body. He began to feel fear when Justin wrapped the first cloth around his eyes. He tried to protest, but the second cloth was in his mouth before he could utter one word.

The fear escalated as Justin pulled his legs apart and entered him without warning or consideration for his pain. Then, as Justin began to thrust into him, he felt the knife at his throat, digging into his tender flesh. The knife remained there, a painful reminder of Justin’s power until the other man came inside him. Only then was the knife removed. Only then did Chris finally begin to breathe again. Only then did Chris realize that he had been crying.

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Justin sat back and watched as Chris trembled uncontrollably on the bed. He was tied to it spread-eagled, his limbs pulled taut and covered with a fine sheen of sweat.

Justin smiled as he ran a finger along the blade of his knife. It had taken a long time to get to this point. It had taken a lot of work and patience on his part, but now that they were here, Justin couldn’t be happier.

After all, the man on the bed loved him and would do anything for him. Anything at all.

Justin rose and walked to the side of the bed. He ran his fingers over the many cuts that now adorned Chris’ body. His fingers came away wet with blood and he gingerly licked them clean. Chris whimpered softly and turned his head away, closing his eyes against the sight.

Justin snorted derisively. "Look at me," he said.

Chris turned his head and faced Justin. He was so afraid. He was so afraid of that damned knife. He was so afraid of Justin.

"Are you my whore?" Justin asked as the knife’s blade began to wander over Chris’ skin.

"Yes," Chris sobbed.

"Tell me."

The knife settled down in between his legs.

"I’m your whore Justin. I’m your whore." Chris’ tears distorted the words, but they pleased Justin immensely.

"You’re such a good little slut." Justin rose from the bed and walked to the dresser. "I’m going to get tonight’s toy. What do you think it will be slut? Do you think it will hurt?"

Chris didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. He was too afraid now. All he could do was tremble and pray that tonight would pass quickly and that Justin wouldn’t hurt him too much.

He cried out when the pain started as the new toy entered his body. As usual, the knife was against his skin, cutting him open as well.

No matter what new toy Justin found or what new torment he created, the knife was always there.

As was the blood.

As was the shame.

He hated that knife.

He hated Justin.

But most of all, he hated himself for letting it all happen. For allowing it to get this far. But damn it, he could never say no to Justin.