Trauma inducing horror
I don't own them, and this is ALL DARKAURORAN's fault. So blame the evil overlord for this. it is 1070 words of pure traumatization. Enjoy your horror.
Kakashi awoke, groggy and disoriented, tied down to a kind of sawhorse. His first coherent thought was at least it was padded, being naked against rough wood would rather be slightly painful. Or maybe really painful considering where his cock was currently resting. He couldn’t remember the mission or how he had come to be captured, but he decided that wasn’t as important as getting the hell out of here first. Strapped down as if he was some kind of offering at a whorehouse was not how he planned to spend his night.
A familiar hissing sound had him jerk his still masked face toward the door. There stood Orochimaru in all his glory.
“You are dead,” Kakashi stuttered, disbelieving the very evidence before his eyes.
“Rumors and contrivances by my enemies,” Orochimaru assured him. “I have simply gone into a new line of business. The old ninja thing was working for me anymore. Too much effort with very little payout or put out as the case may be,” he laughed.
“I shudder to ask what you are doing now,” Kakashi snarled. He was working his hands free but he was finding the chakra draining cuffs to be a bit more of a challenge than usual.
“Don’t bother trying to escape; those cuffs are specially designed to keep the wearer pleasantly drugged.” Orochimaru grinned, his hands going to the ties of his robe, “and really now you would miss all the fun.” Kakashi’s eye widened as Orochimaru dropped his clothing, revealing his naked form underneath. “I am now in the business of offering sex slaves to the highest payers. Trained sex slaves, mind you. And there is a nice old rich lady in Wave that is willing to pay millions for you as her newest trained toy.”
Kakashi struggled harder, desperate to free himself from such a fate. Orochimaru’s chilling laugh only making his panic worse.
“It seems that we need the first lesson in behaving.” He walked to the desk, picking up a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. “You must learn to stay still and pain is such a good motivator.” He pinched first Kakashi’s left nipple than his right, the chain running under the board pulled just tight enough that if Kakashi struggled, the clamps would pull. Kakashi desperately attempted to free his hands as he felt Orochimaru’s fingers trail along his spine.
“First we need to get you ready though. Perhaps a little loosening up is in order.” Kakashi’s eye widened even further as he felt Orochimaru drop behind him, his breath hot on that most sensitive of openings. “Let me introduce you to the pleasure that my tongue can be.” Kakashi screamed first in panic than in reluctant pleasure as that wicked tongue thrust itself inside, deeper than any cock had ever been. He felt his cock twitching, begging, even as that tongue worked its magic on him. He swore he could feel it in his stomach, thrusting in and out of him, turning and twisting even as it stroked his prostate continuously.
He wanted to struggle, but the barest hint of movement sent pleasurable pain into his nipples, making him that much harder, that desperate for the tongue to allow him to release. A hand tightened around his balls, a makeshift cock ring that held him on the edge for who knew how long.
Finally it stopped, leaving Kakashi nearly sobbing for relief, unconsciously begging with his hips for Orochimaru to fuck him.
“Such a good boy,” Orochimaru purred. “Tell me you want my cock inside you, beg me for it.”
“Please, oh gods, please,” Kakashi moaned. He was shameless with his need, driven beyond any reasoning. Some part of his mind registered that he was drugged with a type of sex enhancing aphrodisiac but the rest of him didn’t care as long as Orochimaru fucked him into oblivion. A pull on the chain had him howling in pleasured pain, “Fuck me please, Master, I beg of you.”
“That’s right slave,” Orochimaru grinned, “know your place.”
Kakashi nearly lost it when the Sannin finally slid his cock into him in one swift painful thrust. The feeling of the man’s length fucking him was everything he thought he had ever desired. Orochimaru tangled one hand in his hair, pulling it back, and using it as an anchor to thrust that much harder. Kakashi sobbed and begged him to pound him into oblivion, calling him master, and promising to obey him forever, to worship only him. Orochimaru howled in triumph, spilling himself deep inside Kakashi even as Kakashi finally came hard, spending himself in an almost painful rush.
Orochimaru pulled out, ignoring the mess that dripped from Kakashi’s abused hole and down on his thighs. He grabbed a wash cloth to clean off his own cock with, still hard and aching for more. He walked around to Kakashi’s face, once more grabbing his hair and pulling his head up so that his mouth was level with his cock. Pulling down Kakashi’s mask, Orochimaru lightly slapped the copy nin’s face with his hard cock, “suck on it like a good boy,” he ordered.
Without thought, Kakashi began to deep throat the presented offering like a lolly, desperate to please his master so that he would fuck him again and again. Gone were all thoughts of Konoha and that half-assed lover that he had waiting for him there. Who needed a schoolteacher when he had Master to please.
*****
Kakashi awoke screaming, clawing at his own mask even as his lover’s hands grabbed his own, sleep driven from them both by Kakashi’s nightmare.
“Kashi,” Iruka stared at his lover with worried eyes, “what is it.”
“I am never reading Icha Icha again while watching your stupid horror movies,” Kakashi nearly sobbed, “stupid stupid horror plots.”
“If you recall, you are the one who picked out the horror movie porno,” Iruka reminded him with a sigh.
Kakashi didn’t reply, just spun himself around so that his ass was in his lover’s face, begging, “gods, please just rim me. Make it go away. Please, just fuck me until I don’t remember…” he wiggled his ass, his voice breaking on the near sobs.
Iruka shrugged, then grinned. Hell if this is what it took to be top every once in a while, he was going to have to buy more of the Icha Icha house of horror porno line.
Kakashi awoke, groggy and disoriented, tied down to a kind of sawhorse. His first coherent thought was at least it was padded, being naked against rough wood would rather be slightly painful. Or maybe really painful considering where his cock was currently resting. He couldn’t remember the mission or how he had come to be captured, but he decided that wasn’t as important as getting the hell out of here first. Strapped down as if he was some kind of offering at a whorehouse was not how he planned to spend his night.
A familiar hissing sound had him jerk his still masked face toward the door. There stood Orochimaru in all his glory.
“You are dead,” Kakashi stuttered, disbelieving the very evidence before his eyes.
“Rumors and contrivances by my enemies,” Orochimaru assured him. “I have simply gone into a new line of business. The old ninja thing was working for me anymore. Too much effort with very little payout or put out as the case may be,” he laughed.
“I shudder to ask what you are doing now,” Kakashi snarled. He was working his hands free but he was finding the chakra draining cuffs to be a bit more of a challenge than usual.
“Don’t bother trying to escape; those cuffs are specially designed to keep the wearer pleasantly drugged.” Orochimaru grinned, his hands going to the ties of his robe, “and really now you would miss all the fun.” Kakashi’s eye widened as Orochimaru dropped his clothing, revealing his naked form underneath. “I am now in the business of offering sex slaves to the highest payers. Trained sex slaves, mind you. And there is a nice old rich lady in Wave that is willing to pay millions for you as her newest trained toy.”
Kakashi struggled harder, desperate to free himself from such a fate. Orochimaru’s chilling laugh only making his panic worse.
“It seems that we need the first lesson in behaving.” He walked to the desk, picking up a set of nipple clamps connected by a chain. “You must learn to stay still and pain is such a good motivator.” He pinched first Kakashi’s left nipple than his right, the chain running under the board pulled just tight enough that if Kakashi struggled, the clamps would pull. Kakashi desperately attempted to free his hands as he felt Orochimaru’s fingers trail along his spine.
“First we need to get you ready though. Perhaps a little loosening up is in order.” Kakashi’s eye widened even further as he felt Orochimaru drop behind him, his breath hot on that most sensitive of openings. “Let me introduce you to the pleasure that my tongue can be.” Kakashi screamed first in panic than in reluctant pleasure as that wicked tongue thrust itself inside, deeper than any cock had ever been. He felt his cock twitching, begging, even as that tongue worked its magic on him. He swore he could feel it in his stomach, thrusting in and out of him, turning and twisting even as it stroked his prostate continuously.
He wanted to struggle, but the barest hint of movement sent pleasurable pain into his nipples, making him that much harder, that desperate for the tongue to allow him to release. A hand tightened around his balls, a makeshift cock ring that held him on the edge for who knew how long.
Finally it stopped, leaving Kakashi nearly sobbing for relief, unconsciously begging with his hips for Orochimaru to fuck him.
“Such a good boy,” Orochimaru purred. “Tell me you want my cock inside you, beg me for it.”
“Please, oh gods, please,” Kakashi moaned. He was shameless with his need, driven beyond any reasoning. Some part of his mind registered that he was drugged with a type of sex enhancing aphrodisiac but the rest of him didn’t care as long as Orochimaru fucked him into oblivion. A pull on the chain had him howling in pleasured pain, “Fuck me please, Master, I beg of you.”
“That’s right slave,” Orochimaru grinned, “know your place.”
Kakashi nearly lost it when the Sannin finally slid his cock into him in one swift painful thrust. The feeling of the man’s length fucking him was everything he thought he had ever desired. Orochimaru tangled one hand in his hair, pulling it back, and using it as an anchor to thrust that much harder. Kakashi sobbed and begged him to pound him into oblivion, calling him master, and promising to obey him forever, to worship only him. Orochimaru howled in triumph, spilling himself deep inside Kakashi even as Kakashi finally came hard, spending himself in an almost painful rush.
Orochimaru pulled out, ignoring the mess that dripped from Kakashi’s abused hole and down on his thighs. He grabbed a wash cloth to clean off his own cock with, still hard and aching for more. He walked around to Kakashi’s face, once more grabbing his hair and pulling his head up so that his mouth was level with his cock. Pulling down Kakashi’s mask, Orochimaru lightly slapped the copy nin’s face with his hard cock, “suck on it like a good boy,” he ordered.
Without thought, Kakashi began to deep throat the presented offering like a lolly, desperate to please his master so that he would fuck him again and again. Gone were all thoughts of Konoha and that half-assed lover that he had waiting for him there. Who needed a schoolteacher when he had Master to please.
*****
Kakashi awoke screaming, clawing at his own mask even as his lover’s hands grabbed his own, sleep driven from them both by Kakashi’s nightmare.
“Kashi,” Iruka stared at his lover with worried eyes, “what is it.”
“I am never reading Icha Icha again while watching your stupid horror movies,” Kakashi nearly sobbed, “stupid stupid horror plots.”
“If you recall, you are the one who picked out the horror movie porno,” Iruka reminded him with a sigh.
Kakashi didn’t reply, just spun himself around so that his ass was in his lover’s face, begging, “gods, please just rim me. Make it go away. Please, just fuck me until I don’t remember…” he wiggled his ass, his voice breaking on the near sobs.
Iruka shrugged, then grinned. Hell if this is what it took to be top every once in a while, he was going to have to buy more of the Icha Icha house of horror porno line.