Short fic
Captive
KakaIta. Short fic. Smut. Contains stockholm syndrome's characteristics
This is cupricanka's second prompt (kinda).
Beta'ed by the sweet ash365 (on y!gal).
Kinda dedicated to gwyllion and Itachi but~ they deserve better T-T
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Itachi had been there for weeks, tied up for most part of the day, wearing a blindfold, with only an old radio and a man as company. He knew it had been the same man all along because the way he could hear when the man turned a page of the book he always carried, Itachi idly wondered which kind of book it was as he listened to a piano song.
At first Itachi had thought he had been kidnapped because they wanted some kind of ransom. His family’s business was well known, besides Itachi had been treated fairly well, but as the days passed something made him think that might not be. No pictures had been taken of him that he was aware of. He was going crazy and even when his face had remained stoic and without change his heartbeat had increased when he thought about it. They hadn’t asked any kind of questions, “yet” his mind supplied.
But no questions were asked as the days passed, the man who looked after him barely spoke, and when he did he only talked in riddles, his voice sounded bored but Itachi had learned to recognize the cleverness and intelligence of it. Itachi knew he was missing something, there was something he didn’t want to acknowledge, some inner fear he hadn’t been able to overcome.
He was calm in this man’s presence and he didn’t like it.
Itachi wouldn’t be able to tell you why he remained relaxed even when they pressed against each other intimately when he was bathed, or why he accepted the food the man gave him without a question. After all Itachi rationalized if; they wanted him dead they would have killed him already, but he wondered why he would comply and why he hadn’t tried to escape. He hadn’t asked anything because he knew it was like a game, who would be the first one to break? Surely not him.
And so it went on, nothing had changed until one day he heard someone else enter his room making Itachi tense, he could tell the difference between this man’s steps and the ones from the person who usually took care of him. You could feel the tension.
Itachi wasn’t surprised when he had been roughly grabbed by his hair and thrown to the bed, the stranger calling him names, but it was with so much force that he almost fell to the other side, with his eyes blinded and his hands tied on his back he hadn’t been able to stand up, almost choking because his throat had ended on the border of the bed, the mattress cutting his air supply short.
His pants had been hastily ripped off and the man’s weight had been on top of his body, the man’s breath felt like poison when he talked to him. Itachi’s right leg almost popped out of his socket when the man seized it and pushed it to the side to gain access, going directly to his groin, stroking Itachi’s limp cock to get it erect but Itachi wouldn’t go down without a fight. He bared his teeth and instead of trying to close his legs to protect himself he closed them around the man’s head and neck, or what Itachi’s thought was his head, whatever it was, it worked. He closed them tightly almost smiling when he heard a choked gasp.
“Enough” a strong voice said, it took Itachi a minute to realize it belonged to the man who usually took care of him and it angered him more, for the first time since the struggle had begun the need to really hurt the man that attacked him took over him. “I said enough” said the man again, and Itachi felt his attacker being pulled out of his reach.
“Boss” Itachi heard the low whimper and he saw red. He roared, struggling to stand up but a steady hand held him down, the place was silent. He was losing his composure, he had made a mistake he shouldn’t have been so tame, he should have tried to escape earlier, he should have- he should. He was trying hard to collect himself, resisting the need to bite the hand that held him down. He knew it was a childish impulse and if he really wanted out he had to calm down.
The next couple days Itachi was alone most of the time, both of them failed to acknowledge the other man’s existence. Itachi really thought he was going crazy, how long can a man last without any human contact? Itachi might have not been a very social man but he was used to deal with all his employees after all, his family, and his brother.
Maybe that’s why he let his caretaker do what he did back then, giving himself to him.
Some days after the incident Itachi was sitting on the bed when he heard the man enter his cell, Itachi heard him place the tray with his food on the small table near the headboard and come closer to him, Itachi could smell him before actually he heard him, or sense him.
The man placed his lips over his own, surprised Itachi struggled but the man held his head so he wouldn’t be able to turn. The man didn’t force him but he wouldn’t stop either, he kissed him slowly settling for what Itachi would give him. As the days passed those kisses became deeper and stronger, giving Itachi a sensation of being lost that he wasn’t able to shake.
Itachi felt like he was in a trance every time this man came closer to him, a pleasant shiver running through his body. Itachi took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the scent of his captor’s groin when he came closer as usual. And without a conscious thought Itachi nuzzled the skin with his cheek, getting bolder when he heard the deep groan coming out of his captor’s mouth. Itachi licked the growing erection through the pants, getting restless and desperate he let his captor touch his head, he gulped harshly when he heard the zipper being undone, not out of nervousness but in anticipation as before it had never been more than a kiss shared between them.
Itachi licked, sucked and moaned, his lips being stretched obscenely around the man’s erection bringing pleasure to a man who he didn’t even know the face of but Itachi didn’t care, all he was thinking about was that cock in his mouth, the flavor of the precum that invaded his senses, how wrong it was and how good it felt.
In that moment his goal in life was to bring pleasure to the man who held him captive, and he did. It was hypnotizing, the way Itachi was not able to see anything, the fact that he was giving a blowjob willingly to that man, that there was barely any sound but that of their breathes, it was intoxicating. Forbidden. Alluring.
That man announced his climax by moaning Itachi’s name, grabbing his head and thrusting deep too shoot his seed deep within Itachi’s mouth, making Itachi come even though he hadn’t been touched because of the pure force of the act they had made, Itachi swallowed the seed like if it was his life force, and for a moment it was.
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It was all in the past.
Itachi was back with the family that loved him. Back at the office where he belonged, nothing had changed he had made sure of that, the only alteration in his life was the bodyguard his family and the board had imposed on him.
For his own safety. “The best of the best” They had told him.
Itachi’s body shuddered visibly when a body pressed against his own behind him. Itachi whimpered when his body was bent over his desk, his head next to the orange book he always carried. His pants carefully unbuttoned pooled at his feet. Feeling the warm body at his back Itachi opened his legs as far as he could when he sensed the condom-covered erection caressing his ass, pressing and penetrating him, stretching him, sending shivers through his body.
It was always like that, it had never stopped. Because even when he was finally free he was still held captive.
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With this latest fics I'm kinda scareing myself, but I guess my twiny is right, I have to let it out.
Comments?
KakaIta. Short fic. Smut. Contains stockholm syndrome's characteristics
This is cupricanka's second prompt (kinda).
Beta'ed by the sweet ash365 (on y!gal).
Kinda dedicated to gwyllion and Itachi but~ they deserve better T-T
- - - - -
Itachi had been there for weeks, tied up for most part of the day, wearing a blindfold, with only an old radio and a man as company. He knew it had been the same man all along because the way he could hear when the man turned a page of the book he always carried, Itachi idly wondered which kind of book it was as he listened to a piano song.
At first Itachi had thought he had been kidnapped because they wanted some kind of ransom. His family’s business was well known, besides Itachi had been treated fairly well, but as the days passed something made him think that might not be. No pictures had been taken of him that he was aware of. He was going crazy and even when his face had remained stoic and without change his heartbeat had increased when he thought about it. They hadn’t asked any kind of questions, “yet” his mind supplied.
But no questions were asked as the days passed, the man who looked after him barely spoke, and when he did he only talked in riddles, his voice sounded bored but Itachi had learned to recognize the cleverness and intelligence of it. Itachi knew he was missing something, there was something he didn’t want to acknowledge, some inner fear he hadn’t been able to overcome.
He was calm in this man’s presence and he didn’t like it.
Itachi wouldn’t be able to tell you why he remained relaxed even when they pressed against each other intimately when he was bathed, or why he accepted the food the man gave him without a question. After all Itachi rationalized if; they wanted him dead they would have killed him already, but he wondered why he would comply and why he hadn’t tried to escape. He hadn’t asked anything because he knew it was like a game, who would be the first one to break? Surely not him.
And so it went on, nothing had changed until one day he heard someone else enter his room making Itachi tense, he could tell the difference between this man’s steps and the ones from the person who usually took care of him. You could feel the tension.
Itachi wasn’t surprised when he had been roughly grabbed by his hair and thrown to the bed, the stranger calling him names, but it was with so much force that he almost fell to the other side, with his eyes blinded and his hands tied on his back he hadn’t been able to stand up, almost choking because his throat had ended on the border of the bed, the mattress cutting his air supply short.
His pants had been hastily ripped off and the man’s weight had been on top of his body, the man’s breath felt like poison when he talked to him. Itachi’s right leg almost popped out of his socket when the man seized it and pushed it to the side to gain access, going directly to his groin, stroking Itachi’s limp cock to get it erect but Itachi wouldn’t go down without a fight. He bared his teeth and instead of trying to close his legs to protect himself he closed them around the man’s head and neck, or what Itachi’s thought was his head, whatever it was, it worked. He closed them tightly almost smiling when he heard a choked gasp.
“Enough” a strong voice said, it took Itachi a minute to realize it belonged to the man who usually took care of him and it angered him more, for the first time since the struggle had begun the need to really hurt the man that attacked him took over him. “I said enough” said the man again, and Itachi felt his attacker being pulled out of his reach.
“Boss” Itachi heard the low whimper and he saw red. He roared, struggling to stand up but a steady hand held him down, the place was silent. He was losing his composure, he had made a mistake he shouldn’t have been so tame, he should have tried to escape earlier, he should have- he should. He was trying hard to collect himself, resisting the need to bite the hand that held him down. He knew it was a childish impulse and if he really wanted out he had to calm down.
The next couple days Itachi was alone most of the time, both of them failed to acknowledge the other man’s existence. Itachi really thought he was going crazy, how long can a man last without any human contact? Itachi might have not been a very social man but he was used to deal with all his employees after all, his family, and his brother.
Maybe that’s why he let his caretaker do what he did back then, giving himself to him.
Some days after the incident Itachi was sitting on the bed when he heard the man enter his cell, Itachi heard him place the tray with his food on the small table near the headboard and come closer to him, Itachi could smell him before actually he heard him, or sense him.
The man placed his lips over his own, surprised Itachi struggled but the man held his head so he wouldn’t be able to turn. The man didn’t force him but he wouldn’t stop either, he kissed him slowly settling for what Itachi would give him. As the days passed those kisses became deeper and stronger, giving Itachi a sensation of being lost that he wasn’t able to shake.
Itachi felt like he was in a trance every time this man came closer to him, a pleasant shiver running through his body. Itachi took a deep breath and filled his lungs with the scent of his captor’s groin when he came closer as usual. And without a conscious thought Itachi nuzzled the skin with his cheek, getting bolder when he heard the deep groan coming out of his captor’s mouth. Itachi licked the growing erection through the pants, getting restless and desperate he let his captor touch his head, he gulped harshly when he heard the zipper being undone, not out of nervousness but in anticipation as before it had never been more than a kiss shared between them.
Itachi licked, sucked and moaned, his lips being stretched obscenely around the man’s erection bringing pleasure to a man who he didn’t even know the face of but Itachi didn’t care, all he was thinking about was that cock in his mouth, the flavor of the precum that invaded his senses, how wrong it was and how good it felt.
In that moment his goal in life was to bring pleasure to the man who held him captive, and he did. It was hypnotizing, the way Itachi was not able to see anything, the fact that he was giving a blowjob willingly to that man, that there was barely any sound but that of their breathes, it was intoxicating. Forbidden. Alluring.
That man announced his climax by moaning Itachi’s name, grabbing his head and thrusting deep too shoot his seed deep within Itachi’s mouth, making Itachi come even though he hadn’t been touched because of the pure force of the act they had made, Itachi swallowed the seed like if it was his life force, and for a moment it was.
- - -
It was all in the past.
Itachi was back with the family that loved him. Back at the office where he belonged, nothing had changed he had made sure of that, the only alteration in his life was the bodyguard his family and the board had imposed on him.
For his own safety. “The best of the best” They had told him.
Itachi’s body shuddered visibly when a body pressed against his own behind him. Itachi whimpered when his body was bent over his desk, his head next to the orange book he always carried. His pants carefully unbuttoned pooled at his feet. Feeling the warm body at his back Itachi opened his legs as far as he could when he sensed the condom-covered erection caressing his ass, pressing and penetrating him, stretching him, sending shivers through his body.
It was always like that, it had never stopped. Because even when he was finally free he was still held captive.
- - - - -
With this latest fics I'm kinda scareing myself, but I guess my twiny is right, I have to let it out.
Comments?