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After his time at the red-light district and a newfound interest in sex, Sasuke frequents the BDSM clubs and shows whenever he gets free time. Through watching and listening in on scenes he begins to learn about the equipment and the terms used in the community—for something so debauched, BDSM can have astounding structure and rules. Sasuke attempts to get to know the scene on a more intimate level via a few quick trysts in the restrooms and in the alleys (with both men and women alike) but he always gets disinterested halfway through and leaves them in the middle of their arousal, their faces twisted in confusion when they open their eyes to see Sasuke gone. Sasuke is thankful his ninja training allows him to leave undetected.
At night, his mind conjures up fantasies of him submitting to someone but while his toes curl in excitement, his brain says it’s impossible for something like that to ever happen. He curses at his body for being aroused by such a disgusting act of weakness. Sasuke has learnt to be independent all of his life; he sure as hell wasn’t going to start groveling at someone’s feet now. But when Sasuke overhears a few submissives talking about a supposedly amazing Dom-for-hire named “Kurama,” Sasuke couldn’t help but wonder if submitting was possible.
Later that month, Sasuke sits in a waiting room with a clipboard in his hand in the guise of a plain-faced man, filling out a questionnaire regarding his kinks and hard limits. He looks blankly at the sheet in his hands. I think it’d be easier to say what I’m not into than it is to list what I am into, Sasuke thinks to himself. After all, he was practically asexual before his discovery of the scene two months ago and despite his new textbook knowledge of BDSM, he was like a teenage boy who has stumbled upon pornography for the first time.
How embarrassing for a man of my age to not know what I want in bed.
For now, Sasuke put sex as off-limits. It would be giving the man too much power over him, he muses to himself. He hands the clipboard back in to the bored-looking redhead at the front desk who glances over his application briefly and clicks her tongue in a way that meant, follow me.
She leads him down burgundy-painted halls, heels click-clacking against the floor and starts speaking in melodic tones, “If you’re a ninja, I wanna let you know that jutsus aren’t allowed here. The only ones we allow are transformation jutsus.” Sasuke snorts.
“But anyway, you should have nothing to worry about since we have a strict confidentiality agreement. If we catch you doing any jutsus or trying to harm anybody in any way, and not in the sexy way mind you, you’re out of here. Kurama won’t let you get away with it anyhow,” she chuckles to herself. “You’re not a ninja, are you?”
“No,” he lies through his teeth.
She turns back to look at him with surveying eyes. “Hm.”
Her feet halt to a stop four doors down from the main entrance. The red-haired woman places the clipboard in a slot in front of the door and Sasuke muses that it’s as though they’re in a doctor’s office and he’s here for a routine check-up.
“I chose this room because it seems you’re relatively new to the scene.” Is it that obvious? “If you like what Kurama does, you can come back and we’ll open up a contract for you.”
Her hands turn the knob and the door reveals a canopy bed that spans more than half of the room. The crimson sheets and the dark tulle curtains could have easily made the room just another love hotel, but the restraints peeking out from under the bed and the various whips hung on the wall proved otherwise.
“Kurama has just one request for newcomers. He prefers for you to be blindfolded for your first time.”
Sasuke’s head turns so quickly his neck could have snapped. “What?” he bites.
She blinks back at him, utterly unfazed by his stabbing glare. “Dom’s orders,” she intones, challenging him to back down. He grits his teeth and follows her to the middle of the room where she motions for him to sit down. He does so reluctantly, and the woman, content with his obedience, starts to untie the wide silk sash knotted around one of the belt-loops of her pants.
“Don’t be so tense,” she chatters as she drapes the cool fabric across Sasuke’s eyes. “Kurama is an excellent Dom.” His vision goes dark as the sash tightens against his head. With a blindfold on, Sasuke wouldn’t be able to use the Sharingan if he needed to. Not that he should, in any case.
“Just sit and wait like a good little sub. He’ll be here soon,” she says, finishing up the knot. It sounded more like a warning than a suggestion, and Sasuke can’t help but wonder if she was a professional as well.
Her body heat dissipates as she steps away and the air feels colder than ever. He hears her chirp a “have fun!” and after a clicking of heels and a door slam, Sasuke sits in silence. He has been in darkness many times but he has never been as unnerved as he is now.
What the fuck are you doing here, Sasuke?, he berates himself. What made him think this was a good idea? For all he fucking knew this could be a trap; his enemies could be squealing with delight on the other side of the door and Sasuke was too blinded by his libido to realize it. He was such an idiot. Kurama, or whatever the hell his name was, and his stupid insistence on a blindfold either meant that the man wasn’t very nice to look at or that he had some ulterior motives, and Sasuke was willing to bet on both.
A few more minutes of deafening silence and anxiety sets in. Sasuke’s breath quickens. I need to get out of here, he panics. His hands reach up to yank the blindfold off but before he gets too far, the door clicks open and the sound of heavy boots echo in the room.
“What do you think you’re doing?” The man’s voice was a low throaty hum and Sasuke’s body tenses for a minute, caught in the act. The stern voice made him feel like he was 5 and his father was scolding him for throwing kunai at the walls of the house.
“The blindfold’s stupid,” Sasuke mutters, fingers starting to work on the tight knot of silk.
“Oh? This doesn’t seem to be one of your hard limits. Have you had too much already?”
Sasuke bites the inside of his cheek and brings his arms down, remaining blindfolded. He could hear the man’s deep chuckles to his side. “That’s what I thought,” the man says, and Sasuke grits his teeth in return.
“So what brings such a young man like you here?” There’s a clattering of drawers and what sounded like the click of a lock.
“What do you think?” Sasuke bites.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? But as much as you’d like to pretend like you don’t want it, you’re the one that’s paying for my services. Or did you forget?”
“Fuck off.”
The man laughs. “If you keep that up, I’m going to have to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
The man laughs again, harder this time, and Sasuke can’t help the frustration that boils beneath his skin.
“Could it be that you want me to force you into submission instead?” he flirts, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. Sasuke prepares a retort but finds none, settling for silence instead. This was a bad idea.
Being blindfolded makes him painfully aware of this man in front of him. Sasuke smelled worn leather, metal, and a lingering hint of a musky cologne that must have faded throughout the day. The man radiated heat; although they weren’t touching, the heat cloaks the front of Sasuke’s body like sunlight and Sasuke notices how cold his back feels in comparison. “Choose a safeword,” the man drawls above him, words dripping like warm honey off of a spoon. He can’t see it but Sasuke feels the burn of the man’s gaze and he has never felt as naked in his life as he does now.
“Kurama,” Sasuke says, trying to get the upper hand. “That’s my safeword.”
After a beat, Sasuke hears the low, breathy laughter of the man in front of him. “Good one,” he says, mirth tingeing his voice. “You’ll be referring to me as ‘Master’ and ‘Sir’ anyways, so that name would have been off limits regardless.”
Before Sasuke could respond, stinging leather rains on his chest and he’s unable to stop the gasp that escapes his lips.
“Strip,” the man before him orders, laughter gone from his speech. Sasuke is so surprised at the hardness in the man’s voice that it took another flog to snap him out of his shock.
“I said. Strip.”
Sasuke juts his chin up in defiance and then yelps as the leather fingers bite at his skin again, harder this time.
“Don’t make me say it a third time.”
Heat rushes up to his cheeks and Sasuke’s hand reluctantly grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Much to Sasuke’s chagrin, the blindfold is tied on so tight, it doesn’t get pulled off along with the shirt.
“Pants too,” the voice says. Sasuke hesitates for a second but in the end, he takes those off as well, standing only in his briefs. As he sits back down on the bed, he becomes hyperaware of how naked he is and his cock starts to respond. Sasuke feels foolish and tries to cover up his body’s reactions but before he could, strong hands push his thighs apart.
“You’ve got a mouth on you,” the man growls in his ear, dragging the flogger down Sasuke’s chest. “I think you need to learn your place.” Out of nowhere, the flogger flicks at his inner thighs and Sasuke hisses in pain.
“Arms in front.”
If he wasn’t blindfolded, Sasuke would have seen the pathetic way his hands shook as he lifted them, his body trembling in excitement. A bruising grip was on his arm and the next thing he knew, thick corded rope bound his wrists together.
“Good boy,” the man murmurs, and electricity shoots up his spine. “Kneel on the bed.”
Sasuke pulls his legs up and clumsily scoots back, hands numb, licking his lips in anticipation. The flogger comes down again, quicker this time, alternating between both thighs. It doesn’t feel too bad at first. When Kurama does it lightly in the beginning, it feels like his skin is getting pricked by very thin senbon—but when the flicks come faster and harder, the pricks become more like stings which become too much for his inner thighs to handle. After what felt like hours but in reality was only minutes, the flogging stops and Sasuke lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Put you in your place yet?” Sasuke is too dazed to answer, the working part of his mind trying to keep the transformation jutsu from falling apart. Before he regains his composure, a hand pushes the back of his head and Sasuke falls forward, elbows barely catching him before his cheeks brush the sheets.
“Stay just like that,” and Sasuke feels the humiliation that crawls up his chest at being so exposed, his ass raised in display for the man to see. Suddenly, there’s a light slap on the back of his thighs and then a drag of what feels like a cane up his legs.
“You made such a big show of not wanting it but this begs to differ,” the husky voice says behind him, and Sasuke feels the rod slide between his cheeks and travel down the length of his cock.
“It’s a natural response,” Sasuke snarls, yelping when he feels leather nip his skin. A crop?
“What did I say about mouthing off?” the man scolds. There’s a whoosh of air and a stinging slap on his ass.
“Fuck,” Sasuke breathes, legs twitching.
“Watch it.” The crop taps against his ass cheek, light staccato taps that feel so good, Sasuke can’t help but push back against it, silently asking for more. The taps come faster now, quick bites that attack his skin, and before Sasuke could get used to it, one particularly strong whip leaves Sasuke gasping.
The crop keeps coming, alternating one hard slap for every five light ones, and the skin underneath his briefs grow red hot under the assault. The whipping stops for only a few seconds at a time, barely giving Sasuke a chance to breathe before it begins again, always more vicious than the last. After four or five rounds—Sasuke is too dazed to count correctly—he stops flinching, his body learning how futile it was to escape the crop’s tongue. One last brutal whip against his ass and Sasuke can’t take it anymore. He had to stop this or he would lose control of his jutsu.
“Kurama—!” he screams. He hears the crop fall on the floor and his stomach drops. Sasuke lost. He should have been able take whatever the man dished out but he couldn’t do it. The shame starts creeping in, a backdrop to the burning soreness of his skin.
“Sit up,” the man whispers, the steel gone from his voice. Sasuke uses his bound hands to clumsily push himself up, wincing as his ass rubs against the rough fabric of his underwear. His arms are yanked up and then the rope is gone, leaving his tender wrists throbbing when the blood rushes back to his hands.
A warm blanket cloaks his back and suddenly, the room is no longer pitch black. His blindfold is gone and when Sasuke’s vision refocuses, he sees a warm, expressive face in front of him. With a start, he realizes that this young man is Kurama. He’s not hideous, but I’ve yet to see if he has any bad intentions.
As if Kurama knows what he’s thinking, the man’s face breaks into a wide grin.
“How are you feeling?”
He passes Sasuke a cup of water and Sasuke stares at it for a minute before his thirst compels him to take it.
After a long couple of minutes with no response to his question, Kurama laughs loudly, his body shaking with mirth—and Sasuke can’t help but to think that something about this man reminds him of Naruto. They both get on my nerves, that’s for sure.
“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” Kurama’s smile stretches across his face. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Sasuke thinks the man really needs to get his eyes checked out.
Sasuke reaches for his clothes, trying to ignore the way his skin throbs in pain when he shifts. The man, taking that as his cue to leave, starts heading for the door.
“See you next time!”
“Fuck off.”
The man’s booming laughter echoes down the halls.

A/N: The next chapter may come a little slow because work is piling up, but don't worry, I won't forget! Please stay tuned!
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