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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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/N: Before we begin, I thank you, dear readers for such an enthusiastic response to another one of my twisted tales. Your encouragement warms my heart and makes my fingers fly over the keyboard. I’m honored and grateful for your support. Thank you so very much.

He could hear the smile in Hound’s voice when he said,
"Fine with me, I could do this all night.”
The next series of strikes landed directly across the head of his cock and took his breath away. Again and again Hound struck, up and down the length of his shaft, up and under his balls, as the straps holding him hostage constricted with each strike.
And then, another blast of warm breath rushed past his ear when he heard Kakashi say over the sounds of the whistling quirt and the tinkling bell,
"My, my Tenzou, what a naughty boy you are.”
At this point in the game, woozy and strangely hungry for more of Hound’s punishment – he shocked himself to the core when these words tumble from his dry lips:
"Damn you Kakashi …
shut the hell up!"
The roar of silence crashed against the three of them; a silence so eerie, he could literally feel and see his skin crawl --the quirt came to rest atop Hound’s shoulder and Kakashi sucked in a deep breath.
“What's this? Speaking rudely to your senpai, even as you're being punished?” The quirt slipped from its roost to hang limply in his hand. "Does your obstinacy know no bounds?"
He felt as if his eyes were as wide as dinner plates now, as he watched Hound reach into his front pocket to draw out another object. The white mantle of authority he wore up until this point, slid from his shoulders and was rudely kicked away. His black, elbow length gloves, offset pale biceps as he fingered a triangular shaped piece of metal between his fingers.
“I think you've really fucked up now, Tenzou,” Kakashi said quietly.
Hound on the other hand, had nothing further to say as he leaned down and reached between Yamato’s trembling legs, attaching this new object to the tinkling bell -- it was another lead weight, which pulled his balls further away from his body. This time when he rose silently, he started decorating the front of Yamato's thighs with ribbons of red as the quirt swung back and forth across his breastplate.
Watching the sweat glisten along his uncovered arms when his muscles tensed and relaxed with each swipe of the quirt, the makeshift leather cage tightened so rapidly Yamato feared he’d soon pass out.
"Not hearing an apology boy,” says Hound between strikes. “Why is that?”
"Sir . . . Kakashi . . . I'm sorry . . . I'm sorry.”
Fat, salty tears roll down his cheeks as the quirt’s whistle is silenced . . . for the time being.
“Let him go Kakashi.”
He hit the floor like a sack of rotten potatoes, which as it turns out was a terrible place to be as the piece of leather under Hound's boot was released and then pulled tighter when Hound stood over him again.
The tinkling of the bell had grown louder too and the combined weights struck the floor with great force.
“On your feet, boy," the heavily breathing Hound sneered. Go; stand over there in front of the chair.”
Every step drew out a pained huff of breath and when he was finally able to stand at the appointed place, the red stripes crisscrossing his thighs and cock, the throbbing ache in his balls, and that goddamned loud bell ringing, made him seriously rethink his decision not to reveal what Hound wished him to confess.
“Kakashi,” he hears Hound say as they both stand behind him, “tell me something. Which implement in that box does your boy hate most?”
“That’s a tough one, but if I had to pick . . . I’d say, the tawse.”
Yamato stiffened his shoulders and swallowed hard.
He's lying again . . . why?
“All right then, assume the position Tenzou, and let’s see if I’ve guessed correctly. Hound-san, would you mind fetching the two finger tawse for me?”
“Of course not . . . I’m ever at your service, Kakashi-san.”
His palms, slick with sweat and hot against the cool wood, effortlessly slide to the rear of the seat as he spread his legs for stability. Beads of sweat run down his chest as he silently watches Hound, kneeling beside the chair and running his fingers over the thick tawse. The slap of leather against leather as Hound tests out the tawse against his palm makes his cock twitch.
“It’s got quite a sting to it, "Hound triumphantly reports. “This is gonna be interesting to watch his smug expression change each time the fingers of the tawse wrap around those firm ass cheeks. You will do your best to make it enjoyable for me, won't you Kakashi?”
“I'll do my best, because, I'm ever at your service . . . Hound-san."
Yamato can hear Hound striding over to where Kakashi stood behind him, and with every step he takes, a raging fire shoots up a straight line from his balls to his brain, burning hotter and hotter as they come together to plot their next moves.
“Here you go," he heard Hound say. "Now don’t mind me, I’ll be standing right over there in front of your him." The length of leather whizzed past Yamato's ankles when Hound skipped it under the chair. “Almost forgot about this thing,” he said as he gave the leash a shake. "Now then, I have a few more questions for you, boy."
“And Tenzou, since I imagine you don’t wish to intentionally antagonize Hound-san again,” came the measured voice of his captain, “do your best to keep your head up and your eyes open.”
“I will, sir,” he says as Hound stands before him taking up the slack in the leash.
***** ***** *****
When the first wallop of the tawse finds its mark, Hound is standing right in front of him, one hand lightly gripping the back of the chair, the other pulling back on the leash.
“That was mighty tasty, Kakashi,” he says. "The open-mouthed silent scream, the struggle to keep his eyes fixed on me … top notch! You know, I’d buy tickets to see something like that again.”
“Why thank you Hound-san. Let’s see if I can get him to do it one more in this first set of thirty.”
First set? Thirty? I’ll be crawling my skin or out of my mind long before then!
“Carry on . . . and as for you, little puppy,” said Hound giving him a chuckle under the chin, “why don’t you tell me how many years you’ve worked with Kakashi?”
“Twelve, augh, it’s been twelve years, sir.”
“Kakashi, he was your mentor . . . is that correct?”
Of course he was you jackass, he thinks, but answers, “Yes sir.”
“And you . . . you admired him as your mentor, didn't you?”  
“Yes sir, I . . . Hah . . . geez! . . . I did . . . sir.” 
“Ever make a tactical error during a mission?”
“Well, yes sir . . . once or damn it twice, when I was younger.”
Suddenly, the coil of leather hit the floor and Hound left off the interrogation for a bit that he might walk around to check on Kakashi’s progress, or so Yamato thought.
It didn't really matter what they doing; he was gonna enjoy this reprieve for all it was worth.
One gloved hand smoothed over his left buttock while the right one was treated to the sensation of Kakashi’s bare hand. He could hear them whispering behind him even when they stepped away, allowing the heat of the tawse to sink down and spread through his body.
The next thing he knew, Hound was standing in front of him again. "You can almost fry an egg on your ass," he said. Titling up Yamato's chin he whispered, “I convinced Kakashi to only give you ten swats . . . providing you tell me what I want to know. Have we got a deal?"
Yamato pulled back to get a better look at the man in the mask. What? Did they switch brains back there or something?
"I don't know what to say to that, sir, but I can't . . . please, don't make say it sir."
Hound threw up his hands. "I tried . . . your boy's just too stubborn."
"No matter,” was Kakashi’s gruff reply. "He'll talk soon enough -- all I have to do is motivate him properly."
If felt like Kakashi reached all the way back to the main gate to deliver the next wallop that damn near pushed him over the chair’s back and into Hound's arms.
"Get back into position . . . now!" Kakashi growled.
Hound leaned down as did Yamato and he said, "I think he's a little jealous, seeing’s how I got a more guttural reaction out of you earlier than he's gotten thus far. Yep, he's gonna really lay into you, boy, and there's nothing I can do to help you."
You want to help me? What the hell is going on here?
"Anyway, where was I? Oh, right . . . tell me, Tenzou, have you ever been disciplined or written up by another squad leader for your inattentiveness?”
“Huh? Sweet kami, no sir, never . . . shit!”
The strikes of the tawse were coming closer together, their strength enhanced by an influx of chakra and sheer determination on Kakashi's part.
“What about your short term memory?" Hound asked. "Ever had problems with that?”  
“Sir?   No sir . . . at least . . . ow. . . I don’t think I have.” 
"So," said Kakashi, "it's only when you're teamed with me and Hound that you have a problem . . . is that what you expect me to believe?"
"Yes sir, fuck, I mean, aaah, aaah, no sir."
“I think he's confused again, Kakashi, because I distinctly remember an incident in which he did the very same thing that he’s being punished for right now. Is it starting to come back to you, Tenzou?”
Through tear stained eyes, Yamato shook his head, his eyes pleading with Hound not to make him relive that day.
"Don't worry," he said. "I've locked that particular memory away for myself . . . not even Kakashi knows what happened.  Although I’m sure he’ll be pleased to find out that I disciplined you for your stupidity right there in the field, 'member?”
How could I forget? You stripped me naked, tied me to a tree and took a switch to every part of my backside.   “Yes sir, I remember.”
“That was ten,” Kakashi said. “Think I’ll switch sides now, but do go on Tenzou . . . Hound-san, I'd like to know the story ended.”
“So, what do you think,” Hound asked. “Should I share that memory with Kakashi right now?"  
“Sir, crap, no, please sir.” 
“Then I guess you're ready to tell us what happened during this last mission, correct?” 
“Hound-san, aargh, don't make me --” 
“Why on earth,” Kakashi snapped, “are you being so pigheaded, Tenzou? You afraid I’m gonna laugh at you . . . despise you or something?” 
“Yes, sir oofh.”
“Listen,” Kakashi says as the fourteenth strike lands, “this is how I look at it, better to embarrass yourself for a few minutes by confessing, then have Hound drag it out of you and hold it over your head for years --"
“He’s not going to tell us anything Kakashi; matter of fact, he’s enjoying his punishment too much.”
“No, no, aaah sir I'm not . . .”
“You calling me a liar, boy?”  Hound asked when he jerked the leash as the fifteenth strike landed.
"No sir!"
It’s not going to get any better, his mind yells. Goddamn it, tell them the truth!
By now his mind was drifting back into that infinite space of euphoric arousal . . . seconds away from orgasm physically denied and stridently sought after.
Hound tugged on the leash again and grabbed him by his chin. “His pupils are blown wide open, so either he’s having a stroke or he’s getting off on the pain.”
Kakashi crept up next to Hound and give his kohai the once over. “Does look rather blissful, doesn’t he?”
“Your boy’s a glutton for punishment, how fortunate; he likes taking it . . . we like dishing it out.” And look at this,” he says pointing down at Yamato’s cock, “he’s leaking like a busted faucet.”
“My goodness,” he distantly hears Kakashi say, “the head of your cock is a deep maroon color -- it looks swollen and quite tender. Does it hurt Tenzou?”
“Oh god . . . yes, yes sir.”
“Would you like me to release those straps for you, Tenzou?”
“Please sir,” he begs without shame.
He can hear himself whimpering, mewling almost, like a cat in heat as Kakashi seems to ponder his condition; he cares nothing for it for he can see the concern in Kakashi's eye, he can tell by his posture that he’s ready to put an end to his punishment. A timid glance over Kakashi’s right shoulder, and there’s Hound, pacing back and forth in a tight circle, patently pissed that Kakashi might call their little game to a halt.
“Why of course,” the sinful and deep voice of his captain whispers as he positions his hand over the improvised cage of leather.
Like a fast moving summer wind that comes before the storm, Kakashi’s face and voice changed.
“I’ll be happy to help you, Tenzou,” he snapped, crushing his cock in his firm grip, “just as soon as you tell us what we want to know.”

And yes, gentle readers; I am officially . . . a bitch. Thank you.
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