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Narutoverse Penthouse Letters	By : katsuyo Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 3710 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author’s Note:
This is a compilation of letters that I wrote for a group on Y Gallery.
This is Kakuzu and keeping in tone with the character is very graphic in nature.
This letter was posted with a different title (Bloodletting) but I changed it for here.
Please don't read if you are easily offended.
Warning: Contains graphic language, graphic sex and BDSM…not for the squeamish.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the penthouse letter forum. I do this for fun.

Whipped - Kakuzu's Letter

Dear Penthouse,

It pisses me off when I read some of the shit letters in your publication, particularly the ones that go on and on about how they had the best sex ever.
What a crock. I never saw how you could just pick someone up at a club and suddenly, he’s the best piece of ass you’ve ever drove your cock into.
I always felt that was nothing more than fairy tale bullshit because none of my previous partners ever made me want to get their names immortalized upon my flesh.
Up until recently, they were to put it bluntly, useless pussies…only good to slack my lust temporarily but the moment I suggest something a little rougher…they start talking about ‘needing their fucking space’.
It’s not my fault that I’m wired a little differently from the rest of the other fuckers inhabiting this planet.
I don’t find it perverse that the thought of inflicting a little pain on someone else during the act of fucking makes me want to shoot my wad.
I just never thought that I would manage to meet that perfect person – a true pain slut, someone who in essence, is my other half.
I met him at the local pain palace and I must admit that I just gave him nothing more than a cursory glance.
He looked weak and frail with that silver blonde hair slicked back from his forehead and his eyes were devoid of any emotion.
His build was unremarkable to the point of being skin and bone and I found his regal features to be a disappointment.
In short, he was the anathema of everything I was looking for in a new sex slave.
So, I was more than a little impressed when the same man I had dismissed as a total pussy, stepped up on the stage two hours later shirtless, knelt down and took 15 lashes from a Master’s cat of nine tails without a single flinch and without benefit of restraint.
It was mesmerizing, those fresh welts raised and bright red on that pale alabaster skin and not once did the man whimper out in pain.
I felt my eyes drift down to his long neck and was surprised to see no collar.
He was unclaimed and I suddenly found myself craving to put my brand on him.
I sat there at my table, waiting for the club manager to appear, my eyes on the man.
“The slave up on the main stage. I want a session with him.” I stated in no uncertain terms as soon as my server appeared with the manager in tow.
“We have more obedient slaves that would be better suited for a session.” Countered the manager.
“No. I want him or I leave.” I replied with a quirk of my eyebrow, daring the bastard to try to talk me out of my choice once more.
It was obvious that the manager wasn’t pleased at my insistence but after what I just saw, I wasn’t about to be dissuaded.
I discovered why when the man finally arrived at my table and growled, “What the hell do you want?”
“A session.” I replied, taking a sip of my drink.
“Not interested.” Returned the man making direct eye contact with me.
He was rude and definitely not the obedient type at all.
“I wasn’t asking.” I countered as I pushed the temporary contract in front of him with a finger.
“You’re fucking joking! What makes you think I would even consider doing a session with you?” He hissed out disparagingly, much to my amusement.
I liked his attitude…a lot.
“I am offering you what the other masters won’t.”
“And what’s that? Are you planning to paddle my ass with one of those pussy shit paddles? If that’s the case, I’m not fucking interested.” He returned with an acid bite to his tone, not even bothering to be polite.
I felt a smile come to my lips. I couldn’t help it. His disrespect was a refreshing contrast to the way I was normally treated.
“Not at all. I’m just going to make you bleed.” I replied with a slow chilling smile.
I could tell that I managed to get his undivided attention with that statement and I watched in satisfaction as he picked up the contract and read its contents.
“I accept but don’t expect me to call you master.” He said finally as he signed the bottom of the contract.
“Personally, I don’t give a rat’s ass if you call me master or not. It wouldn’t suit my purposes if you were docile.” I countered with a smile, secretly pleased that he was curious enough to agree to a session.
He followed me without question to the foyer and waited while I procured a room for our needs.
“What’s in the bag?” he asked as we took the elevator down to the second basement level.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I returned with a smirk.
The elevator soon stopped and opened, revealing a stark white narrow corridor.
He was quiet as we walked down the hallway before we finally reached the room.
I opened up the door and gave him my first order as his temporary master.
“Remove your clothing and stand in front of the cross, eyes to the ground.”
I stepped into the room and locked the door, my eyes on the man disrobing before me, the welts from the whipping stark and angry on the pale porcelain flesh.
I was fascinated and I felt my body tense up in anticipation.
“What’s my safe word?” asked my temporary slave as he neatly stacked his clothes onto the metal chair in the corner and stepped in front of the wooden cross.
“Crimson to stop the session.” I replied automatically as I walked over and dropped my bag on the table.
I opened my bag and pulled out the red nylon rope, a first aid kit, a whip and a small leather case, a smile reluctantly coming to my lips as I heard him make a few choice comments over my boring ass safe word.
I knew he was watching me despite my directions and yet, it amused me.
“Arms up bracing the cross, head down.” I rapped out, grabbing the nylon rope and walking over to the bondage apparatus.
“Your coat…take it off. The buckles are digging into my back.” Grumbled the man as I pressed my body against his back and secured his arms to the cross.
I smirked. It was un-fucking-believable. He was bitching about the buckles but we both knew I would soon be digging into his back with something else.
I stepped back and made quick work of removing my coat and shirt, leaving me clad in my leather pants, belt and boots.
“Do you want me to remove my belt as well?” I asked as I stepped back behind him and finished lashing his wrists to the beams.
“Only if you plan on using it to stripe my back.” Returned the man with a dirty little chuckle.
I felt my smirk widen. He was already giving me ideas and the session hadn’t properly started yet.
I walked around the apparatus, steadily working on the intricate knot work, securing his arms and legs to the Andrew’s Cross.
When I finally was done, I walked around to the front to admire my handiwork.
His pale eyes defiantly held my gaze and I could feel the urge to inflict pain onto that beautiful striped alabaster canvas rise within me rather sharply.
“Comfy?” I asked with a smirk, my own gaze deliberately dropping down to his leaking cock, caged in red nylon rope.
“Very. The shibari was a pleasant surprise.” Replied the man, licking his lips suggestively, making my blood heat up in my veins.
Oh fuck….I wanted to hurt him so badly now.
“I’m not done yet.” I returned with a chilling smile before I walked over to the table and opened the leather case.
I could feel his eyes watching my every move as I walked over to the tiny sink and methodically washed my hands before returning to the table with a small bottle of lubrication.
“The third one on the left side.”
I glanced over at him with my eyebrow arched, waiting for him to finish.
“The sound….make it the third one on the left side….please.” He elaborated with another lick of his lips.
Oh yes, my temporary slave was excited at the prospect of a surgical steel sound inserted into his urethra enough to actually ask nicely.
I picked up the sound and slicked it up before I walked over to him, his face showing only anticipation as I lifted his penis slightly and carefully slid the sound into place.
I could his soft pants now, reaching my ears as he struggled to control himself.
I now burned with the desire to send him over the edge.
I gave him no advanced warning of my intentions but merely reached out and retrieved the cat of nine tails from the table.
I watched in satisfaction as my hand moved down decisively and the tails flew across his back, leaving small slashes in the porcelain back.
“Fuck…yes.” Gasped my slave with a shudder, making no effort to suppress his voice now.
I methodically struck his back, the tiny slivers of surgical blade embedded in the individual tails of the whip carving more nicks, some of the deeper cuts bleeding in earnest now, encouraged by his low groans and the effort it took to draw breath into his body.
I showed him no mercy and best of all, he never asked for any.
“FUCK….more….master….please.” murmured the man, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.
His previously reddened whip marked back was now slick with blood and sweat and yet, he still craved more of what I could give him.
Hell yeah, I was feeling proud of my handiwork at this point.
“Master…I have …a request. Will you grant it?”
I smiled when I heard that. I couldn’t help myself. I had just slashed the shit out of his back with my specially modified flail and yet, it seemed that he wanted even more from me.
“What is your request, boy?” I asked, making such an allowance for anyone - let alone a temporary slave, for the first time in my life.
“Make me yours.”
I was taken aback by this because at this point in the session, my previous slaves would be screaming their safe word and begging to be released from their contract but not this one.
“Are you requesting this to be a permanent arrangement?” I countered, careful to keep my tone neutral.
Yes, I wanted to be able to mark and carve this man on a regular basis to the point that I was tempted to start licking my lips in anticipation but I still needed to hear it from him.
“I want more than a slave contract. I want you to fuck me as well. ” Husked the man, his breathing labored and head bowed.
I was shocked – I admit it.
Of all the things he could have asked…I was not expecting that – not by a long fucking shot.
Still, I held back.
To be honest - I was skeptical of his sincerity and like the biggest prick on two legs I am, I had to challenge it.
I reached over and tilted the cross until he was lying horizontal and locked it back in place.
I then took my sweet time walking around to the front of the apparatus, my eyes watching his body tense up at the sudden movement as well as the sound of my boots on the hard concrete floor of the dungeon.
I could feel my adrenalin spike once more as I reached out with a blood flecked hand and jerked his head up by his hair until those eyes of his were staring directly into my own.
“You will need to convince me that you’re worth keeping. You can start by sucking my cock.” I murmured as I released his hair, his head flopping forward like a rag doll.
I felt his face nudge at my crotch before I felt the first tentative tug of a strap being pulled free of the buckles.
It was novel…I was actually anticipating the moment his lips wrapped around my shaft and I felt myself react to that impulse for the first time in who knows how fucking long.
It took him fifteen minutes to achieve the feat of undoing my pants and only two seconds after feeling my aching pierced cock slapping his face before soft lips and a warm mouth swallowed down to the root.
I did something I vowed I would never ever fucking do…ever.
I could feel my control slipping but there was no way in hell I could maintain my normal iron clad composure, not when I could feel his tongue piercing sliding over my ladder of barbell piercings on the underside of my cock.
Sure, I have had my cock sucked but never this skillfully or with as much enthusiasm as this temporary slave of mine displayed.
I let him fuck my cock with his mouth for a few more minutes before I pulled him off by his hair and murmured, “I’m going to fuck your needy little hole with my dick and then spray my seed all over your worthless cut up hide. If that shit scares you….now is the time to use your safe word.”
That’s right, you little perverts.
I gave this dirty whore of a temporary slave the opportunity to pussy out but he didn’t take it…instead with his next words – he pushed me over the edge.
“Don’t clean up my back or use a rubber. I want you to fuck me bare.”
Fucking little slut.
A bloody, messy fucking was what he wanted….then a bloody, messy fucking he was going to get.
I let go of his hair once more and walked over to the table where I dropped my flail and grabbed the bottle of lube.
“Beg me bitch.” I murmured as I poured the lube over my dick before spreading his reddened slashed ass cheeks with one large hand and poured lube over the twitching hole.
And begged he did…beautifully.
I rewarded him with a smooth thrust of my hips, sinking my dick balls deep into his hot tight hole.
I didn’t give him hardly any time to adjust until instead, proceeded to fuck that little ass slut rough and hard until he started to plead for release.
I untied the bonds around his penis and watched in satisfaction as he let out a low hoarse cry, his body shuddering as cum shot out of the top of the sound, spilling onto the floor below him.
Fuck! I wanted to unload my nuts then and there seeing him twitching and writhing on my cock.
I kept myself in check, waiting until he finished cumming then wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and pulled out.
I gave no warning but merely aimed my dick at his slashed back and gaping asshole and shot off my load, coating his body with my jizz.
He was perfect in his humiliation but I wasn’t done yet.
I walked around the front of the cross once more and shoved my dripping dick back in his sweaty face.
“Thank me, boy.”
He thanked me by sucking me until I shot cum down his pale throat and all over his face.
I eventually cleaned him up and took him back to my place where I carved into his flesh once more, reopening the wounds before I fucked him until morning.
A week later, I had him move in with me.
It’s been six months now and we’ve never been happier.
You pussy shits can call me a sick bastard all you want but I don’t give a rat’s ass and neither does my little bitch.
He’s perfect for me and that’s all that matters.

Signed,

Dungeon Master.
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