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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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The slap and swoosh of heavy leather whipping over wooden slats...labored breaths, pained gasps and elongated moans of distressed pleasure…
these were the sounds which pushed him down the mouth of a darkened hallway. His steps hobbled by visions of wide brown eyes, brimming with equal parts trust, terror and defiance ...
the rhythm of his footfalls thrown off as he remembered those pursed lips, hurling accusations unspoken… damn near tripped over his own feet as images of Tenzou’s restrained and dripping arousal flashed before his eyes…
No … I can’t turn back … can’t undo what’s done.
A heart discordant – a conscience skewered ... a mind in chaos - he paused for a second, his hands on his hips.
I expected a minim of resistance... even made allowances for his rebellion … why hasn’t he given up yet?
The smell of fear and sweat floated down the hallway and tapped him on the shoulder. Right … Hound holds his mind in a genjutsu - by now, Tenzou’s accepting Hound’s thoughts as his own. Shit! And I left him out there with that psychopath… I have to end this fast!
The force of Hound’s voice falling from the ceiling and lodging inside his head, slammed him against the wall - the tone of his voice as shards of venom, nailed him in place.
“What a lyin’ sack of shit you are, Kakashi.
For god’s sake ... look at yourself man;
you’re sweatin' like you stole something and your dick’s hard as a rock …
you’re enjoying his pain as much as he is.”
The moment Kakashi raised his hands to cover his ears, Hound’s hot breath and proximity soldered him to the wall.
“I’m not Tenzou,” he whispered, “so stop fuckin’ with my mind. This ends right now, Hound!”
Pushing himself from the wall, the world around him suddenly went black - a thick band of steel pressed against his throat, forcing his focus into the eyes of a madman; metal shackles sprang from the drywall behind him, trapping his hands beside his head and a well-placed knee digging into his groin, stilled his movements.
“With each act of his obedience, I grow stronger and your ‘control’ over me lessens,” Hound breathed.
“And unlike you, sentiment has no effect on my judgement.
Soon ... very soon, my desires will consume his ... and yours too.”
“Hound … if you hurt him, I’ll--”
“You’ll what? Banish me to the Cimmerian shades?
Kill me?
You make me sick, ya spineless little pussy!
Don’t you understand?
You need me to do what you can’t … to deliver what you want--”
“No! Not like this!”
Into a black and tangled morass, Hound’s laughter dragged him.
“Pushing him to the point of surrender …
testing the limits of his submission -
that always got you off before didn’t it, Kakashi?”
“Shut up!”
Once more, Hound’s laughter, crueler than the grave, pierced his flesh hotter than poisoned senbons.
“I know exactly what you want, Kakashi,
because I want it too.
Think of the fun we’ll have -
watching him fall to knees, begging us for forgiveness with tears in his eyes--”
“I said shut up damn it!”
“Those lips of his …
wrapped around our cock,
sucking down our cum like a greedy hummingbird does nectar
… offering up his sweet ass for us to plunder--”
“Enough!”
“I am you Kakashi … the shadows inside you
find embodiment in me...
all of your depraved needs are made manifest in me.”
“You’re insane, Hound --”
“Am I or is it that you can’t stand to see what you really look like?
Maybe you’re jealous, because I know how to handle him.
Knowing he prefers me over you ... too much for you to take, is it?”
Hound steps back, folding his arms across his chest as he does, intently watching his prey struggle against his bindings.
“You know, Kakashi… I was holding a kunai to his throat for a while after you left us alone.
His body was trembling against ours,
his cock was testing the strength of its restraints.
Damn shame you missed it.”
“I’m ordering you to let him go, Hound - you’ve taken this too far.”
“Hmm… I think not.
Relax … he’s still safe inside my genjutsu…
for the moment.”
As the bindings melt away, Kakashi lunges forward, his arms grasping at the thin, chilly air where Hound once stood. And from the living room he hears Hound command:
“Hold your arms out in front of you … palms facing each other. Gotta get you squared away quickly before Kakashi comes back.”
Suddenly, images of a compliant Tenzou are projected before his eyes; Hound’s Sharingan leaves out no detail - helplessly, he watches as Tenzou’s tongue swipes over his lips - his arms raising in concert as he hastens to obey.
Shit, I’m screwed! If I go back now, Hound will overtake me and I’ll be forced to carry out his bidding; if I leave Tenzou defenseless for much longer -- oh god … hate to think what Hound would do to him just to spite me.
He’s standing before his destination before he realizes how he got there - his heart drumming against his rib cage, his fingers clawing at the door frame, absorbing its strength ... bleeding out his vacillating will.
Over the threshold and into the semi darkness he flung himself - his back grazing the cool interior wall as he ducked inside.
All the bravado ... the swagger, they slid from him as a snake shedding its skin, crashing to the floor, shattering into millions of iridescent pieces as Hound continued his taunting:
“You need me, Kakashi…
to do what you can’t …
to get what you really want --”
“No! Your presence I allowed, that his confession might come speedily. Just do as I command you - I’m still in control here, Hound!”
Just then, the old wooden chair skidded across the room, smashing into the kitchen table with a loud bang.
With the soft click of a switch, light stampeded into the stillness of his cold, empty bedroom. With his eyes squeezed shut, he choked down a confounded laugh – for Hound’s overbearing personality and his own need to save face had him painted into a corner.
Calm down, he thought. I made doubly sure that Tenzou won’t suffer any permanent damage. Before I left, I reinforced a chakra cushion around his genitals just to be on the safe side. Those leather straps wrapped around his cock and balls . . . the weights … they’re real and yet, just another part of the illusion.
He leaned his head back against the wall and once more, increasingly vivid and salacious visions of his kohai paraded through his mind; he could almost reach out and wipe away the sweat glistening atop bistre tinted shoulders. His mind’s eye followed each drop of moisture as it trickled down defined pectorals ... over and around dusky nipples that invited his lips to taste, touch and tantalize.
Kakashi shook his head.
No, can’t dwell on that now … need to think clearly.
Still, the images persisted, flashing through his brain like scenes from a naughty nickelodeon; the quivering thighs, kissed by the quirt’s lashes sporting bright, rubicund stripes – the firm, rounded buttocks, painted red by the hairbrush and warm to the touch; it was too much at once - absently Kakashi traced a finger around his own stiff nipple, pinching it ever so slightly.
He let out a breath when the image of Tenzou’s thick cock paused on the picture screen of his mind; bound and weeping, silently begging for attention, pleading for release. Meanwhile, as Tenzou’s bitten off moans rumble in his ears, his other hand slowly travels downward, grazing the top of his pants – hesitant to reach inside - knowing one touch would not be enough to satisfy.
And then from the living room he heard that tiny brass bell ring – through Hound’s eyes he saw Tenzou’s eyes glazed over with lust; his voice, meek as he said:
“Yes sir, I understand. Kakashi’s anger with me is justified. I will endure whatever punishment he deems necessary.”
With no time to properly unbutton his pants Kakashi jammed his hand inside – the top button flying across the room, landing inches from the armoire.
And now, the same blunt fingernails which nipped Tenzou’s orgasm in the bud, frantically dug into the space beneath the flared head of his own cock. The pain, barely holding him in check, as pearly beads of pre-cum transude into his crooked fingers.
Oh god, it’s true … Tenzou’s submission always ripped through me, leaving me like this. My strength is dwindling and Hound’s will encroaches on mine … if I just inflict a little more pain …
His imagination pressed him closer to the flat surface behind him and now he could feel Tenzou’s hot, wet mouth sucking at the head of his cock in the same hungry manner that he’d sucked on his finger earlier.
All the while Hound’s voice kept repeating the same phrase in his mind:
“Focus on what lies ahead Kakashi –
how sweet will be our reward whenever we choose to take it.”
An aggrieved huff escaped his lips as his fingers clumsily slide down, encircling the base of his cock like a vise.
No! I can’t do this, he thought as his eyes snapped open. I’ll be no better than you, Hound.
He wrenched his hand free, his head craning in the direction of the living room at the sound of a kunai impacting solid wood.
I have to move … have to intercede before it’s too late!
Wiping away the evidence of his concupiscence, he traced a path to his front pants pocket; sticky fingers dove inside and ran down the hardened steel key which rested there. The armoire loomed large in his eyes as he lifted his head slightly.
Forgive me Tenzou – this is the only way there is to save you.
***** ***** *****
“Hold your arms out in front of you, palms facing each other,” Hound commanded. “Gotta get you squared away quickly before Kakashi comes back.”
Absently Yamato complied, the whole of his attention concentrated on the room down the hall where a slice of light illumined the dark passageway. Scarcely a flinch had he when the old wooden chair crashed into the kitchen table. He took no notice of the lengths of leather being secured around his wrists – he paid no mind to the tinkling bell, even as its noise grew louder and the weights grew heavier. He didn’t even blink when the same kunai Hound used against his throat earlier landed blade first into a wooden slat beside his foot.
“Yes sir, I understand. Kakashi’s anger with me is justified. I will endure whatever punishment he deems necessary.”
In the distance, he heard only the groan of a squeaky hinge as it turned on itself; shortly thereafter came the unmistakable sound of wood sliding against wood.
That wasn’t the sound of an ordinary closet door, he thought… it was the armoire. The jibe about my ability to dance . . . and the music - it all makes sense now.
“Uh oh,” said Hound. “That can’t be a good thing. I can tell by the look in your eyes, and the tense set of your shoulders that you know exactly where Kakashi is in that room and you know what he’s doing in there too, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes sir,” he answered a bit too quickly. “I know.”
Laughing, Hound turned away, striding toward the abandoned utility pouch. “They say, ‘fear sharpens the senses and heightens one’s awareness;’ my, my, my … this is gonna be interesting.”
Interesting wasn’t the word Yamato would use in this situation – Kakashi’s anger coupled with what the armoire held, meant he was in for a period of pain like he’d never experienced at his captain’s hands before.
You see, long ago, as their ritual of discipline and punishment was being established, Kakashi led him on a tour of his home; so thrilled was he to be inside senpai’s bedroom that he never took seriously what he was being shown that day.
As sweat ran down alongside his ear, he remembered watching Kakashi fish around the inside of his pants pocket, before pulling out the weirdest looking silver key he’d ever seen and unlocking the armoire’s doors.
There were only three items stored inside the unassuming piece of furniture; ANBU uniforms, weapons and a large lacquered box filled with blank scrolls - nothing out of the ordinary or any different from the items Yamato himself kept in a locked closet at his own home. However, when Kakashi pushed the row of uniforms to other side and sent a pulse of chakra into the rear wall, a hidden panel rolled down, revealing two horizontal drawers and a vertical compartment which made up the corner of the armoire.
The first drawer housed a collection of riding crops, rattan canes and razor strops, all of them arranged by length and weight; the second drawer held polished wooden paddles of various hardwoods. And when the corner panel was turned about, an array of dressage whips, switches, and bundles of birches spread out before his disbelieving eyes.
Even now, he remembered teasing his senpai for being a bigger pervert than everyone thought he was; even now, he remembered laughing at himself when his fingers ghosted over the implements and willing away an erection.
‘Say what will about me,’ Kakashi told him back then, ‘but I hope the day never comes when I’m forced to use any of these for your correction … because I promise Tenzou, you will regret it.’
That damned bell was getting louder as Hound yanked the end of the leash through the finger grip of the kunai by his foot.
Thunk!
The sound of honed steel impacting solid wood drew him back to the present as his arms are wrenched above his head; he had no other choice but to rise on the balls of feet to maintain his balance. Mystified, he watched Hound move swiftly, attaching two shorter leather leads to the one that dangled from the ceiling.
Thunk! Thunk!
Two more kunai sunk into the floorboards to his left and right, perfectly equidistant to one another. Hound was a blur as he secured the leads with a D-ring through the finger grips of each kunai.
“There now,” said Hound as he turned to face him, “all is in readiness.”
Loud noises flowed down the hall and spilled into the living room; he and Hound craned their necks in the direction of the room.
The first was the sound of a window as it was prized opened, and then the noise of leaves rustling.
After a moment’s silence, there came other strange sounds - as far as Yamato could tell, it sounded like a stiletto knife flicking open - what followed sounded more like a scythe slicing through tall weeds.
“Sounds like he’s gonna lay into you but good when he gets back,” said Hound while he walked around him, checking the tension of the leads and the integrity of thin leather binds around Yamato’s cock and balls.
The light from down the hall, extinguished now and measured slaps of bare feet approached. The distinctly eerie noise of something thin and reedy cut through the air as Kakashi drew near.
Hound simply laughed and said:
"May the gods have mercy on you boy - 'cause Kakashi sure as hell won't."

NOTES:
Minim: something very small or insignificant.
Cimmerian: very dark; gloomy.
Transude: to pass or ooze through pores, or small holes as a fluid.
Morass: any confusing or troublesome situation, especially one from which it is difficult to free oneself.
Bistre: a brown pigment, extracted from the soot of wood; a yellowish to dark brown color.
Concupiscence: sexual desire, lust; ardent, sensuous longing.
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