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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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“A ninja must see through deception. I’m telling you this because … you think you get it,
which is not the same as actually getting it … get it?”
-Hatake Kakashi

He knew he shouldn’t, but that didn't stop him from lifting his head to see what the masked man was up to. Watching Hound wrap a wider strip of brown leather around his right hand, Yamato cursed his insistent need to know.
"Ah, there it is,” he said standing aright. “Last time we used this thing, Buru was the runt of the litter.”
He swept past Yamato, laughing as he went. “Betcha forgot we still had this.”
“Well, I’ll be damned … has it been that long? What do you think," Kakashi asked with a devious grin, "will it be as effective as --?”
“Positive. . . if correctly applied,” Hound tells him.
“Tenzou ... check it out; go on," his captain said, "you can hold it.”
Usually dexterous fingers fumble about in the bowl of Kakashi’s outstretched hand. This thing, no larger than a pea, evaded capture like a greased pig.
Doesn’t have sharp edges or spring mechanisms, he thought, prodding and rotating it between sweaty fingers.  Didn’t react negatively when I sent a pulse of chakra though it either. Finally apprehending the darn thing, it was much heavier than expected.
“Care to guess what it is, Tenzou?”
“Not sure, senpai … looks like a shiny marble the kids play with,” he said handing it back to Kakshi.
“Actually, this is a training device we used with the ninken. Believe it or not it’s a bell; ingenious really,” he says allowing the smooth round ball to roll around his palm again. "See, the leash Hound is holding? The clapper inside the bell will only strike when that leash is pulled in a certain direction.”
“Yeah, like he said … it’s a training device,” laughed Hound, rudely elbowing him away from where Kakashi sat. “We used to clip it to the dog’s collar, just beneath his ear. Whenever the dog didn't execute a command correctly,” he said, kneeling before Yamato, “that damn bell started ringing --”
"And it kept ringing, louder and louder,” Kakashi added, “growing incrementally heavier until the dog got the command down pat.” Leaning back in his chair, he smacked the hairbrush against his hand while he quizzically studied Yamato’s face.
“Don't look at me like that. The bell didn’t hurt, it just annoyed the hell out of ‘em . . . that’s all.”
Again, it really shouldn’t have, but for whatever reason, the idea of being lead around on a leash by Hound while Kakashi looked on, excited him to no end. That image vanished like a puff of smoke with a shake of his head.
“Senpai,” he softly asked, “you’re not going to put a collar on me, are you?”
“Pfft . . . perish the thought, Tenzou.”
“Yeah, you're not ready and you damn sure aren’t worthy to wear my collar just yet, boy,” Hound tells him, flicking at his imprisoned balls with his fingers. “I've got something much better in mind for you. Spread your legs for me again.”
Shit! Hound’s on his knees and his mask is so close to my cock, he thinks as he turns his eyes from the sight. Can’t let him know I’m watching.
Attaching the bell to the leftover strips of leather hanging from Yamato’s cock and balls, Hound threads them through a D-ring at the end of the leash. Giving the neatly wrapped package one final slap, he rose and stood at Yamato’s side.
“There, I feel much better. Damn good idea you had, Kakashi.”
Tying up my nuts . . . that was Kakashi’s idea? I thought he was protecting me from Hound, but this . . . this is what he told him to do to me?
No . . . no, that’s impossible – Kakashi wouldn’t –
“Alrighty then,” his captain said, tapping the business end of the hairbrush against his hand. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“About fuckin’ time,” Hound grumbled as he shoved Yamato forward, aiming him toward Kakashi’s right side.
For just a moment, he earnestly searches his taichou’s eye, hoping to find something. . . anything to confirm he’d misunderstood Hound’s claim –there was nothing other than a twinkle of mischief and a sly smile on his lips.
Holding Yamato’s cock in place against his belly, Hound lowers him into position his balls positioned on the outer portion of Kakashi’s thigh, his cock, painfully squeezed against his stomach and the flat part of his captain’s thigh.
“Carry on,” he says, retaking a seat on the floor that he might hold Yamato’s chin aloft. Repositioning the hairbrush in its rightful place, Kakashi laughed, “Whoops! Can’t have play the game with this.”
No sooner than Hound got comfortable, Kakashi’s hand falls . . . hard.
Confused by the thought that Hound might be the ‘good guy’ now and oddly relieved that his punishment was getting underway, he braced himself for a brisk warm up -- Kakashi didn’t disappoint on that front.
Once his captain settles into a steady rhythm, Hound innocently asked, “Bet you were hoping the passage of time sapped the captain’s arm of its strength; am I right about it, boy?”
“Yes sir,” he said with a wince.

***** ***** *****
Lengthy moments stretch themselves out as Kakashi peppers his bottom and thighs; by the time Hound decided to speak again, he’s squirming about as the heat spreads and intensifies across his backside.
“What was the exact nature of our mission, Yamato?”
“Reconnaissance, sir.”
“And what exactly is reconnaissance?”
Yamato felt his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance and his lip curling into a sneer.
“For god’s sake, don’t antagonize him,” screeched the voice in his head.
Pursing his lips, he blew out his response. “Sir, it’s the gathering of intelligence … by stealth,” he huffed as a particularly wicked strike lands in the middle of his thigh. “Ascertain enemy’s numbers … armaments and . . . damn it! . . . report our findings, sir.”
By now, Kakashi was concentrating his strikes up and down his thighs and each time he squirmed away, the leather straps holding his cock and balls tightened.
Hound sat back enjoying each flinch. Every startled expression and the small gasps that escaped Yamato’s lips were greeted with the noise of Hound’s heavy breaths against the inside of his mask.
“And were we at any time to engage the engage the enemy?”
“No sir, we were only to act in . . . fuck! . . . self-defense.”
“And when the enemy stumbled upon you, where were you, boy?”
“Camouflaged sir . . . Ow! . . . in a clump of . . . holy shit! . . . in a clump of tall grasses sir.”
“Should I assume you’re ready to tell us what else you were doing while camouflaged in that clump of tall grasses?”
“Please sir . . . I . . . I can’t --”
“Can’t,” Hound said as he moved closer, “or won’t? Which is it, boy?”
“Tenzou, this isn’t the time to be stubborn,” Kakashi said punctuating his remarks with another series of brisk slaps along the back of his thighs. Hisses of pain as Kakashi laid into his bottom and thighs with relish, were the only way could Yamato could respond. “Need I remind you that provoking Hound-san isn’t a good idea?”
“Sir, I--”
“Ooaah,” yawned Hound, “I’m already bored. Maybe I should just use the Sharingan to get the truth from --”
“Sir . . . don’t,” Yamato pled,” screwing his eyes shut when Kakashi rained down another series of sharp slaps right on his sit spots.
Hound didn’t miss that either.
But before he could pronounce judgment for this blatant infraction of the rules, another vicious set of strikes addressing the back of his thighs pushed him forward on Kakashi’s lap, causing his legs to lift off the floor when he jerked away from Kakashi’s heavy hand.
At that precise moment, all activity ceased, and every eye latched onto the hairbrush as it flung itself from its perch, landing a foot away from them to lazily spin on its bristles.
“Tenzou, I do believe you’ve committed a foul.”
“A double foul,” Hound sneered. “He closed his eyes and lost the brush, both in the span of about five seconds.
“Tsk, tsk . . . I almost feel sorry for you, boy . . . almost.”

Notes:
Buru, or Bull as he’s known in the English anime, is Kakashi’s large, black bulldog.
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