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The More Things Change	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The two fingered tawse lay across Hound’s palm as Yamato raised his eyes to the man standing near the foot of the bed. Helping Kakashi stand, the hairbrush was tossed bristle side up on the dresser. A backward step, a twist at the waist and the seat of punishment now stands before him. As the man in ANBU black studies him, Yamato takes another moment, settling his chakra; this time around, his fingers fly through the signs. The old wooden chair crackles and twists, slowly transforming into a four-legged, table which stood level with his mid-thigh.
Lightly gripping the handle of the tawse, Hound walked toward them, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Atta way, boy,” he said as if Yamato were nothing more than a performing monkey. Suddenly, he kicked the table into place against the closet door. “Guess you oughta get rid of the briers now,” he sighed. “Be hell to pay if he pokes out an eye.”
“Hound ... what are you doing?”
"Is your memory that bad, Hatake? Pity … I have fond memories of the last time you--"
"Took punishing myself to a new level?"
Hound threw his head back and laughed. "That's an interesting way to look at it."
“What’s he talkin’ about?" Yamato whispered.
“Me and Tenzou … we’re good now--”
“Yeah? Aww ... I'm sorry to hear that … cause I’m not good yet. Now, assume the position, Captain. Forearms and palms, flat against the surface … legs spread. Yamato … secure those cuffs to the table top.”
“I’ll get you for this,” Kakashi growled as he crosses in front of his kohai.
“But, senpai--”
“That threat was directed to me boy. And if I weren’t such a heartless bastard, I’d be terrified. Now move Hatake!”
Watching his captain shuffle into place, a proud and angry man, one made vulnerable by Hound’s words, had his blood boiling. The play of muscle as he bent down, the smooth flesh of his buttocks, crimson in places where the brush fell harder and the sinewy backs of his thighs, ivory still, left him trembling with want. He scarcely noticed when Hound stepped behind him.
With the cold steel of the breastplate against his back, the elbow length glove warm against his arm, he closes his eyes as Hound’s hot breath rushes over his ear.
“We’re gonna have to move to his left side,” he said pressing the rolled leather handle into his hand. A firm arm wrapped around his hips, “You’ll need lots of room to swing.” He pushed him forward, guiding his movements until they stood directly behind Kakashi. “First, we gotta get that thing outta our way.” Immediately, Hound went to his captain’s side, roughly maneuvering the butt plug until the dark tan end was flush against his entrance. “Much better.” He reached down, slapping the inside of Kakashi’s thighs, forcing them further apart. “Oi, numbnuts … close your mouth and bind his ankles to the table legs!”
“Don’t make me do this, Hound--”
"Feel the breeze from your lips flappin' ...sounds like you're saying 'no,' but your body can't support that lie. Look at ya, could bust a cinderblock in half with your dick. You wanna see him squirm as much as I do."
Yamato covered his ears as he yelled, “No ... I don’t!”
In an instant, the quirt in his other hand sliced through the thick air, striking at the low hanging sac between Kakashi’s legs; once … twice … three times, the lashes manducate into his flesh.
He couldn’t ‘unhear’ his captain’s groans; couldn’t ‘unsee’ him wilting under Hound’s onslaught.
“I'm gonna make a sadist outta you yet boy,” Hound laughed as another vicious set of strikes buckled Kakashi’s knees.
Slowly, his hands fell from his ears. "I'm not you," he hissed. "Never be like you!" He was breathing like he'd run a marathon when he pointed his finger in Hound's direction saying, "Used to idolize you. Used to believe you knew me better than I knew myself. What bullshit! You’re no better than a bully ... a pitiful excuse for a man--”
A flash of white exploded behind his eyes, when Hound’s fist collided with the bridge of his nose. The ceiling swam in and out of focus above him after his back slammed against the floor.
Hound stood over him, the handles of the quirt and tawse clutched in one hand.
“Both of you disgust me,” he spat. "You … too stupid to take advantage of an opportunity for control over your own life and Hatake … too full of himself to ask for what he needs. I came here to teach you a lesson, boy … came to make you see your place--”
“Well you’ve made that abundantly clear,” he said wiping the blood from his nostrils.
“I don’t think I did,” he said as the sole of his boot hovered over Yamato’s erection. “See, you gotta knock Hatake off that pedestal in your mind, once and for all.” The flat of his boot lightly rested against Yamato’s stout cock. “Stop being his doormat.”
“If that’s what I choose to be … what the hell is it to you?”
“Always were stupidly fearless when it came to your captain,” he said, grinding the ball of his foot into the hardened flesh beneath it. “Hear this and get it through your thick skull. While you’re certainly inferior to me, boy, you’re as much Hatake’s equal as any other jounin in this village, understood? This is one time and place where you hafta take delivery of the power offered you. Now, unless you wanna join him at that table,” he leaned down, his free hand inches from Yamato’s face, “on your feet boy. Bind his ankles to the table like I told you.”
As the pressure on his cock eased, Yamato reluctantly grabbed at the extended gloved hand. And once he could stand on his own, long thin tendrils wrapped around his captain’s ankles.
Leading him to Kakashi’s left side, Hound resumed his position at his back. “Listen up, use your index finger to guide the tawse when you swing … like this.”
Yamato switched off his thoughts as Hound grabbed his arm and drew it back.
“Not that I care whether the tails wrap around the outside of his thigh, try and aim for the fleshy part of his ass.”
The heavy thud of first contact, the shudder of his captain's body as it absorbed the bite if the tawse and the sensation of Hound’s hard cock nestled between his bottom cheeks, sent a wave of pleasure through his body.
Thick stripes of red, one upon another, transform the ruddy flesh into a swollen heart shape.
When he heard Hound’s footsteps retreat, he paid it no mind, as each gasp of pain from Kakashi’s lips, quickened his cock.
And as he swung his arm back for one last strike, Hound restrained him. “Let’s switch things up a bit.” Ripping the tawse from his grasp, he smiled and said, “Before we get started, release his wrists and ankles. Should probably lower this table too, that way he ends up laying across its surface with his hands flat on the floor. Here,” chucking a pillow at him, “might need this too."
Still entranced by the sight before him, Yamato barely noticed when Hound dragged the table to the center of the room.
After freeing Kakashi, Yamato moved robotically, fluffing the pillow before his captain's body sunk into its softness ... making it comfortable for senpai, he thought.
“Can’t have you grinding your hips into the pillow and pleasuring yourself, he heard Hound say when he made Kakashi lift his hips to position his cock. “If you catch his dick with the edge of the paddle, all the better … he’ll howl for sure.”
Apparently, everything met with Hound’s approval on that final walkaround inspection, for he soon took up his place at Yamato’s back.
“You’re gonna use this,” he told him when he pressed the handle of the paddle in his hand. “You won't need to work as hard. Twelve swats oughta do it … one strike for every year he played you for a chump,” Hound said.
The long thin paddle was heavier than it looked.
Sorrowfully he walked to where Kakashi lay.   He spent a moment, running his hand over the welted flesh, wishing to soothe away the pain inflicted; an unspoken request for forgiveness with his fingertips, a kiss and a lick down his length, for what he was about to do. Sweat trickled down his chest, his cock, painfully full, he squared his shoulders and stepped back.
With each strike, his captain's cheeks flattened and rebounded; each time, a long thin patch of white was quickly followed by a deepening red.
Now I understand why Kakashi had to jerk off after my punishment sessions.
Swat number twelve landed with a satisfying smack and he found himself looking for excuses to serve up more.
Damn! Maybe I am a sadist.
“Now what, sir?”
“Well ... what are you waiting for? He's stretched and ready... you gonna keep standing there lookin’ stupid? Oh, that ... silly me,” Hound said with a sly grin. Callously removing the butt plug, he tossed it over his shoulder and onto the bed with a hearty laugh.   “Geez, do I have to do everything?” He slid up behind Yamato again, the notes of juniper berries and sandalwood drifting upward as oil pools in the bowl of his gloved hand. “Want me to fuck him for you too, boy?”
“Umm … I … no sir.”
Stunned, he watched as Hound around the table until he stood near Kakashi’s head. “I want you to look me in the eye while you fuck him,” he said as he straddled his captain’s neck. Pushing down the top of his pants and stroking at his cock, he barked, “Don’t keep me waiting, boy!”
With a slight bend of the knees, Yamato sucked in a breath when the flared head of cock breached his captain’s body.
The sensation of intense heat radiating from Kakashi’s reddened and tender backside, the tightness encompassing his shaft and Hound’s ragged breaths as he pleasured himself, all combined threatened to render Yamato consciousness.
“Now, grab his hips and sink deep inside,” instructed Hound. “So hot and tight around your dick, isn’t he?”
“Oh god … yes--”
“Harder now … let him feel your balls slapping against his. Listen to him … moaning and whimpering … beggin’ for more. Yes … fuck that ass, boy … deep and hard. Teach him that you own him!”
Unsure what came over him, Yamato leaned down, briefly taking Hound’s cock in his mouth.
“Back off !” Grabbing a hank of his hair, he pulled Yamato away, “You’re still too gentle with him!   Here … let me show you how it’s done.”
In the blink of an eye, Hound is behind him again, bending him forward; without warning are his butt cheeks spread as Hound pushes his way inside. Those claws, dig into his hips as Hound rams past the ring of muscle that could no longer hold him back.
“Like this,” he breathed against his back. “Shove that fat cock up his ass … deep, angry strokes … where the head of your cock almost slips out and then, BAM! You’re back inside again. Don’t give him a moment to catch his breath!”
With every stroke, his cock grows harder; with every thrust from Hound, he slams into Kakashi.
Back and forth, he echoes Hound’s movements until Hound and his captain are panting between grunts.
“No … no … gonna cum!” he shouts.
When Kakashi sagged beneath him, banging his fists into the floor, Yamato reached down, unsnapping the cock ring that he might bring his captain off by hand. Desperately fumbling with the snaps, he hears it fall to the ground.
It was too late for him; with a yell, Yamato blows his load.
Hound is still moving inside him, hard and fast; the jangle of steel, deafening in his ears as the katana rattles in its scabbard.
At last, the man behind him stills, the breastplate come to rest in the middle of his back.
“Mission accomplished … you did well, puppy,” he whispered.

Note:
Manducate: (archaic) "to chew."
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