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The More Things Change	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8511 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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One revolution of the hairbrush and Hound’s harsh laughter rings in his ears.
Two revolutions of the hairbrush and Kakashi’s hand gently squeezes, redistributing the warmth and sting throughout his trembling right buttock.
Three revolutions and the inertia causing the brush to spin is depleted of its energy; it comes to a halt halfway across the room or so it seems, with its handle turned opposite his outstretched hand and scrabbling fingers.
The geek within him stirs and begs the question,
“How could such a thing be possible? Even if my body violently jerked in response to an external stimulus, the brush should have fallen to the floor somewhere within arm’s reach. But given the trajectory and distance traveled, this . . . this is ridiculous!”
A smaller, cogent part of his mind put forth the argument that ‘this was your captain’s house and your captain’s brush . . . should you really be surprised the damn thing was jettisoned into the air?’
Kakashi’s feather like touches trace over the welted outlines where his hands made impact with the back of Yamato’s thighs; his warm breath like a caress, much cooler in comparison to his flesh, falls softly across inflamed cheeks when he says:
“You know, Tenzou . . . that brush isn’t going to retrieve itself.”
He thinks to shoot a glare over his shoulder, nixing the idea as the 'ring a ling' of the tiny bell grows louder and its weight heavier, when Hound firmly pulls on the leather leash, wrapping it around his fist as he chuckles behind the mask.
And as sound of the bell echoes in his ears, Yamato curses the thought that Hound may have attached chakra wire to the brush to aid in its flight.
Wouldn’t put it past that sadistic bastard, he thinks, scuttling closer to the sharp drop off point at the end of Kakashi's bony knees.
A slow turn of his head toward where the brush lay . . . he blinked and in that moment, he swore he saw it move further away.
"Tenzou,” came the smooth, innocent voice of his captain, "is there a problem?"
He drew in a deep breath to calm himself - given his position it would be foolish to utter anything less than a respectful response. Flippancy, another pet peeve of Kakashi’s, was always swiftly rewarded, yet when his sarcastically frustrated response of “No problem at all, sir,” went unpunished, he saw it as some sort of victory.
Hound on the other hand…
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, “seems your boy’s got a hard-on.”
Of course I do, he thought, why wouldn't I?
For each time Yamato raised his hips to inch forward, the rough cotton fabric of Kakashi's pants scraped against his cock which in turn led to a tightening of the leather straps around his shaft; the downward pull of the weight and the irritating jingle of that stupid bell whenever Hound pulled on the leash compounded his state of arousal.
Hound roughly carded his fingers through Yamato’s hair, yanking his head up to get a better view of his scowl of pain. “Shouldn’t be surprised," he said "it's obvious you’ve confused him Kakashi – what with those love taps you gave him earlier, probably thought your pitiful excuse for a warm up was an extension of the massage. “
What a prick, thought Yamato as he tried one more time to grab the brush from his awkward position.
"Is it true … have you got a little woody, Tenzou? Here, stand up and let me see," Kakashi said. "Aw … don't be embarrassed, I'm gonna see it at some point, might as well get up and bring the brush to me."
Conceding defeat, he petulantly pitched himself from Kakashi’s lap, dropped down hard on his knees and indignantly crawled over to where the brush taunted him.
With every inch that took him further from them, Hound and Kakashi carried on a running commentary about his hairless, rosy cheeks, and thighs dappled with pink.
I swear to the heavens above; these two idiots are no better than the cool kids on the playground.
He grabbed hold of the implement as Hound and Kakashi continue to hoot and whistle like drunken longshoremen, and by the time he turned to face them, the handle of the brush dug into his hand so painfully that he feared it would snap in half.
    Settle down now … destruction of an implement of punishment probably carries another penalty, he thought as he cautiously rose to his feet.
He still had enough of his wits left over to lower his eyes when he approached the grinning Kakashi and the finger pointing Hound and despite the humiliation, his entire body quivered with lust and need when he got close enough for Kakashi to reach out to examine him.
           Great! Now he’s handling my dick – this is the part where my brain implodes, right?
"Hound-san, I believe you’re correct,” was the detached, clinical tone of voice Kakashi used as he ran his fingers over the leather bindings and gently stroked the bound testicles. “No wonder you were doing so well earlier Tenzou … carrying on a coherent conversation, showing no signs of breathlessness. Hmm," he said, grabbing hold of the proffered brush with his other hand. “Guess I wasn’t being as effective as I thought.” Tapping his thigh with his free hand he added, “I’ll be sure to clear up any confusion this time around.”
Yamato hesitated for a second, looking down into that deviously smiling face as the straps constricted around his cock. “Kakashi,” he breathed, “sir … I –”
“Yes, Tenzou . . . you want to say something to me?”
“No sir,” he said, with a sad shake of his bowed down head.
“Time’s a wasting, boy,” said Hound as he wrapped the leash tighter around his fist and pulled harder; all the while, Kakashi’s gentle hand raced along his forearm, pulling him slowly downward.
“Come along now, Tenzou – back over you go.”
“And don’t forget," he heard Hound say as he repositioned himself across Kakashi’s lap.
“Once he’s done with you . . . you’re all mine.”
*****     *****     *****
When at last he'd counted off the final stroke and Kakashi returned the hairbrush to its rightful place, Yamato was sweaty, breathless and misty eyed; his bottom -- twin, throbbing globes of fire. He was positive, though his bathroom mirror would later confirm his assessment, Kakashi made sure to lay down several white hot, leathery patches of pain that would stand out from the landscape of red over the round, fleshy parts of his bottom.
At least the straps around his cock and balls had loosened somewhat.
“Is it my turn already?” came the eager voice from behind the mask. “By the way, admirable technique with the hairbrush Kakashi – pity you couldn’t see how much he disliked it when you put your back into each stroke.”
“It's alright,” Kakashi laughed. “From the way he kept twisting away from the brush and the number of times he clenched those bright red cheeks, I could tell he wasn’t very appreciative of my hard work.”
Struggling to catch his breath, Yamato couldn’t miss the portentous noise of Hound cracking the knuckles of his free hand; only then did he remember Hound's earlier threat.
“Let’s see now,” Hound said, “how shall I amuse myself this time?" Tapping his foot on the floor as he looked skyward, Yamato and Kakashi could tell Hound already had a plan in mind.
"Ah yes," he said at last. "I know just the thing.”
When Hound’s hand disappeared inside the open pouch this time, Yamato’s level of dread soared to the rafters.
Rising to his feet, Hound thumped the crown of Yamato’s head saying, “I’m gonna need your assistance with this one, Kakashi, do you mind?”
“Of course not . . . I’m ever at your service, Hound-san.”
He didn’t like the sound of that; they were being much too cooperative and affable.
A polite Hound and a jovial Kakashi – they’ll be the figurative death of me.
“Stand him up and then I'm gonna need you to stand behind him Kakashi.”
I’m not sure if I can take anymore, he thought when Kakashi and Hound graciously helped him to his feet. And yet . . . I crave more; my desire to please will gradually surpass my tolerance for the pain - what will become of me once they figure that out?
His legs, weaker than water, were practically useless; he felt himself slump like a drunkard against his captain's chest.
“Careful now,” whispered Kakashi against the nape of his neck as he wrapped his arm around his waist. Drawing him closer to his body and running the soft bristles of the hairbrush over Yamato’s chest and belly he said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
It was too much and Yamato willingly escaped into the area of his mind where the red hot borders of pain and the cool blue edges of pleasure rubbed against one another, liquefying as they bonded together and oozed toward him.
The stiff cotton fibers of the Kakashi's pants seemed to stab at his chastised bottom, still hot and tender from the hairbrush; the crack of his ass, in perfect alignment with Kakashi's hard, metal zipper sent a surge of heat radiating from his balls throughout his body. The ringing of that damn bell irked and stimulated him when Hound wrapped another length of the leash around his fist and gave it a sharp tug.
Adrenaline, he thought, that's all I need now, damn it! It’s supposed to ready my body for action not make my dick harder.
The concave surface on the top button of Kakashi’s pants pressed into the small of his back when he was pulled closer and as the bristles of the brush raked over one of his erect nipples, another heated flare shot through his groin; his shoulders relaxed against the well-muscled chest behind him.
“Hands on top of your head,” ordered Hound. “That’s a good boy.”
Hound set to work, roughly pinching and twisting Yamato's other neglected nipple between the tips of his leather clad fingers; the more Yamato squirmed against the sensations, the more delighted Hound became, increasing the pressure of his fingers and yanking on the leash.
But he soon tired of that form of torture. “Kakashi," he growled, "link your arms through his and keep ‘em pinned back for me would you? I got a feeling your boy’s gonna squirm.”
The object Hound retrieved from the pouch earlier, was hidden from view and as he watched him squat down again, he felt another sharp tug on the length of leather attached to his binds; that damn bell was tinkling even louder now and the weight was yanking his nuts lower when Hound suddenly stood up and stomped his foot down.
It was at that precise moment Yamato understood why Kakashi allowed Hound to disrespect his home by keeping his sandals on.
You see, an ANBU’s sandals have small, retractable metal cleats attached to the soles which are designed to help shinobi maintain their footing over rocky terrain; those same cleats now dug into the floorboards, ensuring Hound could maintain a steady tension on the leather leash when it wasn’t wrapped around his fist.
“You’re full of surprises tonight aren’t you Hound-san? Don’t tell me ... that’s not the same one, is it?"
“Yep, the very same. You remember, we picked up in a tack shop on the way back from the Land of Lightning almost fifteen years ago." Moving closer, Hound laughed and said, "Those were the days, huh? Hey, do you remember when we . . .?”
While they chortled and teased each other about events which transpired on that long journey home so many years ago, Yamato’s eyes raked over the short leather object Hound held out for Kakashi’s inspection.
The only things he knew for sure was it was made of made of top grain leather, obviously very expensive and well maintained for its age; it smelled as if it had been recently reworked with a fresh application of mink oil too. As far as he was concerned, it looked like a smaller version of the two tailed tawse Kakashi owned, though its handle was braided and looped back into the stock that it might comfortably fit around a man’s wrist.
“. . . different animal . . . same purpose,” Hound said. Holding the small leather object closer to Yamato’s face Hound wondered aloud, “I'll bet you’ve never seen one of these things before have you, boy?"
Like everything else Hound dragged out of the pouch so far this evening, Yamato didn’t dare venture a guess about what it was, for if he was incorrect, Hound would be sure to capitalize on the mistake.
“No sir,” he said, “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen anything like that before.”
Kakashi chuckled softly behind him as Hound explained, “This is a quirt. It’s a training device too, originally intended for horses. Since you’re hung like one,” he said, patting Yamato’s cock, “it oughta just fine.”
Both Kakashi and Hound seemed to find that bon mot extremely humorous; their laughter serving to feed into his fear as he followed Hound’s downward glance toward his captive cock.
Naturally, the aforementioned cock had a mind of its own, seemingly poking its deep purple head closer to Hound as if wanting to inspect the quirt for itself.
No, he can’t be serious about using that thing there!
“It’s a persuasive little tool to encourage proper behavior and performance," Hound assured him. "Yet . . . I’m not sure how effective it will be when applied to a rebellious jounin, like you, Tenzou.”
Hound teased him, deliberately dragging the twin tails across his inquisitive cock, “What say we test it out?”
“Might I suggest you spread your legs wider for this one, Tenzou? We wouldn’t want Hound-san to miss his targets and strike me accidentally, now would we?"
Snapping his head to the right, even as he widened his stance, he husked, “Kakashi . . . please . . . don’t let him --”
“Rules are rules Tenzou; Hound-san had the right to close the implement and the punishment as soon as you closed your eyes, remember?”
The quirt whistles through the air as Hound takes a few practice swings and Yamato’s legs are shaking like a gelatin mold during an earthquake.
The very second Kakashi's arms tightened around his, one precisely aimed, underhanded flick of Hound's wrist sent a blinding blaze of pain shooting through his balls. His knees crumpled beneath him and his head rested on his captain's shoulder as the burst of bright light disappeared from behind his eyes; even so, the straps around his cock damningly tightened.
“Oh come on,” whined Hound. “Is that how you're going to act?   I barely tapped you … what are you gonna do when I get serious?”
From the depths of his being, Yamato hissed, "I'll deal with it, sir!"
"Then you damn well better take the bass outta of your voice when you speak to me, boy! Unless of course, you want me to see it as an act of defiance.”
He saw Hound tilt his head in wonder, he felt the rumble of his sinister laugh as it broke free of his mask and yet, these things gave him the strength to stand firm as he looked Hound squarely in the eye.
“Look how he's looking at me – like he wants to kick my ass or something. Pay attention Kakashi, I'm going to show you how to drive insubordination out of him once and for all."
The second lash, true to Hound's word was just as precise as the first had been and unequivocally more painful; after the third and fourth strikes in rapid succession, Yamato was shamelessly grinding his ass into Kakashi’s groin, desperately trying to escape the flying tails of the quirt, all the while feeling his captain's growing erection pressing into his left butt cheek.
Hound didn't spare a moment that he might catch his breath and he seemed to expect an immediate answer when he asked:
"Ready to tell us what took your mind off the mission now, boy?"
"No sir,” he barked through the pain. “I have nothing to say.”
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