Savin' Me

Well I’m pleased with getting this done so soon. I didn’t think I’d be able to write chapters for three stories in a few days, but I did. Thank you all for your kind words, that’s the best medicine in the world. Especially when facing another RL challenge. Finally my son has been diagnosed with Asberger’s Syndrome. But at least now we know what we’re faced with and plans can go into action. I will finally get some help with him, and Gods do I need that.
Anyway I hope you enjoy this next chapter, more Lord/Kakashi stuff and I hope you don’t kill me about the end!
Enjoy! And thank you all so very very much.

Savin’ Me continued…
By Fyrbyrd

Hirose was escorting the Lord back to the brothel. “I haven’t had a chance to speak with you my Lord. Is there something wrong? Your sessions with the Bitch seem to be a little shorter than you would usually take.”

“I think you have finally broken his spirit. He does not fight anymore.”

Hirose stopped this was news to him, it angered him.

“Oh don’t get me wrong. He is the best fuck I’ve ever had. I took him publicly this morning.”

Again, this was news to Hirose. He had not been there that morning; another of his guests had him running around to please them.

“He’ll come round soon enough, he always does. He’ll get to a point where his rebellious nature will surface and he’ll fight.”

“Or refuse to do what you want so you beat him again. There are more lines on his body than there were last year. Are you going to work him to death?”

“Why not, he belongs to me; he’s still fit enough to take it.”

“He is skin and bones; there are dark circles under his eyes. He is already dying, if he lasts until next year he would be lucky.”

Hirose gasped. He didn’t believe any of that. “He won’t die. If he’s survived these six years he will survive more. I’ve given him into the care of a new man. Masaki was not treating him well enough.”

“Masaki is a fool. He seeks to get my attention and tries to look favorable in my eyes.”

Hirose grinned; at least he had seen through the other man, Masaki was in for a surprise if he thought he had a job with the Lord.

“But you are a fool too… I want the Ninja for the night, then I will be leaving. There is business I have to attend to that I cannot remain any longer for.”

“Oh of course my Lord. He is yours for as long as you want him. Any special arrangements?”

“I want to use that private room. The one you let Ninja use.”

“Yes my Lord. I will arrange it myself.”

Hirose hurried ahead of the Lord who took his time walking to the brothel.

There were other guests arriving and Masaki was busy with them and unable to get near the Lord who let himself inside. There were no staff around; he expected that Hirose was in a panic to please him, so had them running around with him. He wandered past the whore room hearing which ones were occupied; he headed to the back figuring that was where they kept the one they called the Bitch.

Sure enough there was one room with the door slightly ajar.

“That’s it, good, eat some more for me Kashi,” he heard coming from the room. Carefully he looked in trying not to be seen. He saw a man with long brown hair tied back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck. He was feeding the Ninja and taking such care with him.

Iruka moved to put the bowl aside and saw the shadow move just outside the door. “Who’s there?” He was concerned that they might have heard him use his pet name.

“Sorry, I did not mean to disturb you.”

Iruka gasped he had not expected to see the Lord there.

“Ah no… I… I look after the Bitch.”

The Lord moved in a little closer. “You are the one I have heard about. You seem to be the only one here that cares, but then you…” He looked like he was going to say more. “If he stays here too much longer he will die, you know this?”

Iruka nodded.

“I will spend this night with him, it will be my last. I trust you to look after him.”

Again Iruka nodded wondering, he was sure the Lord had heard him. He watched the man leave. He sat there trying to figure out if he was ion danger. He had the feeling that he wasn’t, otherwise the man would not have left that warning. ‘Oh Naruto, I hope you’ve got help coming soon.’

He cleaned up and made sure that the Bitch looked presentable for the Lord. Not ten minutes later Hirose arrived. He smiled, “Doing as I asked. I am pleased. The Lord wants him for the night then he is leaving, take him to the Ninja room, you know where it is?”

“Yes sir, Shichi showed me.”

“Very well, get him there; I will escort the Lord down there in five minutes...”

Iruka nodded. Hirose left. He got his charge to his feet. “Sorry Kashi, another night… You can get through it, not too much longer… I hope.”

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The Lord entered the room and made sure the door shut behind him. He stripped out of his robe revealing his naked body as he moved to the bed where the whore lay naked. He crawled onto the bed.

“Well my beauty, this will be our last night together. I won’t be coming to this place again.” He rubbed his hands over the legs of his whore, up and down. “You are so beautiful for a Ninja, do you know that? But you are not for me, he loves you, do you know that?” His words had little meaning for the man. “I’ve never had anyone to love me, nor do I really need that. I have an heir that is all I need. He sat down on the bed beside him. “He’s from your village; he came for you after all this time. I wondered when someone would recognize you other than us. So one last night as my whore.” He leaned down and took the lips of the other man. “My fantasy lover.” Their tongues met, “Oh yeah, that’s it.”

The Lord continued to kiss the man that always responded to him. He had not lied when he had said that the Bitch was the best fuck he’d ever had. It was the main reason he had come back year after year, not because of who he really was. He let his hand wander down the long thin body, he should not have been as thin as he was, the years had not been kind to him under slavery. First with the farmer, then with Hirose, he had only recently known kindness and that from one of his own.

The Lord shook those thoughts away. This was to be his last night there, and he wanted to enjoy it. He unlatched his mouth from the others and kissed and sucked his way down the other’s neck, his hand had been rubbing over the other’s chest, skating fingernails over the nipples, loving the reaction that always got with the man arching into the touch, wanting more. Always so responsive to him, always so needy and wanting. Their other sessions where he got to play were different, those times he could indulge in things he couldn’t do anywhere else, and certainly not with a fallen Ninja. They were fun for him, but not for the whore. This at least was enjoyable for both. He liked if the man fought him in their play time, but those times were over. He would have to be pushed too far for that to happen now. But he also loved it of the man responded to his touch. His mouth soon found a nipple and began to lick on it as his hand snaked down over the stomach to the hips, then in between; he wanted to feel when the response happened. He touched his softly, the lax organ jumping at his touch. He smiled as he sucked at the nipple and grazed his nails up and down the lax length. The body beneath him was shivering slightly; he moved his mouth over to the neglected nipple, the cock beneath his hand beginning to show interest in what he was doing.

“Mmmm,” he hummed against the nipple, “That’s my boy.” He could feel himself coming to full hardness as he continued to arouse the whore. He also could see the hands griping the sheets hard, he pulled back to look at the face. His mouth was open in his silent cries. He would have loved to have heard the man moan for him, sweet cries of pleasure for his ears. But that had been taken from him. Sighs were all he could achieve now, but they were enough. He went back to his downward journey, pulling back only to seek the tube of lubricant and slick the fingers of his right hand. He put his mouth down on a quivering stomach, and continued; he nosed at the pubic hair, before moving between the long legs and turn his attention to the erection he had aroused. He licked at the head, and felt the man stiffen under him.

He raised his head to look at the shocked face, “What, so I never tasted you before, are you surprised that I want to now? Only for you dear sweet one, only this one last time.” He licked at the head again, hearing the heavy expulsion of air that was a little more than a gasp. He took a little more in, licking, sucking. He could feel the man holding back as hard as he could. He had been trained not to move even though his body wanted to buck into the warmth of the mouth he had been taken into. His legs were shaking with the strain. The Lord pulled back. “You can move, I want you to move.” Then he replaced his mouth.

The Bitch sighed again and jerked his hips upward as carefully as he could until he found that he was able to move without choking the mouth that engulfed him. His legs relaxed a little allowing him to feel the touch of a finger circling about his anus which had also been clenched tightly because of his nervousness. The mouth around him was one of the better things he had felt lately, not like the morning that had been rough and cruel. This was so different, the tongue rubbing at him as the man sucked him hard. He felt a finger find its way inside him and it was not moving too fast or too hard. Not many of his customers took the time to prepare him. This man had not done so before, but he was now.

The finger had done its work and he pushed in another, as the body slowly swayed up into his mouth and back a little. It was not longer before he pushed in the third one with the body moving back onto the fingers a little faster. The Lord knew he would not have to work very much harder to get him to cum. So with his fingers he sought out the one place he knew he would be able to push him over. The Bitch arched up when he found it mouth open wide, back arched, he fell back on the fingers again, felt the touch once more before he came hard into the mouth filling it with his seed. The Lord drank him down as he jerked a few more times still in the man’s wonderful mouth.

The Lord let the softening cock slip from his mouth, some cum leaking down to his chin, but he smiled. He wiped the excess away and began to move his fingers a little more, then he slipped them out, again the Bitch arched up with the loss. The Lord raised himself up a little and lifted the Bitch’s legs up onto his shoulders without any trouble. He found the lube again and slicked his leaking cock quickly then positioned himself to push into the awaiting body. He slid in easily and laid his hands on either side of the whore’s head looking down at him. The grey eye looked up at him, the other still covered with a patch, he put his hands on the other man’s hips holding gently as the man moved, thrusting back and forth in an even rhythm. As he pulled back to angled himself differently so that he could find that spot inside the whore that he knew he would get that wonderful reaction from. He found it and watched him squeeze his eye shut, mouth open wide in a silent cry, back arch to squeeze him from the inside. He grunted himself, but angled away, he didn’t want to bring him on too soon, he wanted to enjoy this. He paced himself as he moved, until he could feel his own body wanting to feel release so he angled again hitting him over and over in his sweet spot, pushing him closer and closer, feeling the hands on his hips grip him harder. Then he saw the man cum again, spurting what little he had left, pushing him over the edge that he thrust in hard, once, twice, three times and he came with a hard cry, his own head thrown back. His body thrust in and out a few more times as the aftershocks hit him, before he lost strength in his arms and fell forward. It was an awkward position to stop in and he pushed himself up to pull out and fall onto his side on the bed. He could see the whore lay his legs down as they both panted from their exertions.

He flopped onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. “That was good. But I know you can do better. We’ll rest for a bit, then you are going to ride me. I want to watch you move on top of me. I want to see the pleasure I give you as you writhe on my cock, taking me into yourself.”

The whore made no reaction as he lay there on his back staring at the same ceiling. He would do as he was told.

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Iruka had to clean the arena again, but this time he knew that the crowd had had to watch clients taking the females on stage, though Shingo had taken it at least twice that night with a male.

He could still feel the chakra that he had earlier. All had been at the arena, but he was unable to pinpoint exactly who they were. Hirose had been hanging around looking decidedly unhappy. The Lord must have told him that he was leaving also. Though he smiled at Iruka when he passed him when escorting his guests out of the place. Masaki however, he had heard being yelled at twice that evening. He must have done something to piss off Hirose and that was what he was not happy about. At least he was still in the man’s good books.

He had looked towards the private room where he knew the Lord was, but he had not emerged yet. He hoped his friend was all right. He had heard about what had happened the past couple of nights, and even a little of what he had gone through at previous Events. The Lord loved to play with him. Though he’d heard that the Lord really didn’t cause him any major pain. The whip wheals from the previous session were the worst he’d ever seen on the Bitch, and they had come from the woman.

Most of the guests were settling down for the morning and Masaki had been dispatched to take any guests to the mansion while Hirose remained behind. Masaki was not pleased at all, but he did as he was told, hoping to be back to see the Lord.

Iruka went to make tea and to wait; he hoped he’d be called to take the Bitch back to his room.

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True to his word the Lord lay on his back on the bed with the Bitch riding him. His eyes were finding it hard to keep watching the thin pale man rise and fall over him, the pleasure was so intense. He was groaning with the feel of the man engulfing his cock so completely when he sat down on his thighs. He had his hands sitting lightly on the others hips, just below the others. He moved his hands to the whore and folded around them, lifting them up to slide them over his own body upwards. He was able to reach as far as the Bitch’s chest and rubbed them over his nipples, glad when the Bitch took charge and began to touch himself, which had been the Lord’s plan all along. He put his hands down on the hips again as he watched the writhing body now pleasuring himself with his own hands. He bucked up now meeting the down thrust of the whore, he grunted hard with the impact and saw his companion throw his head back, mouth open wide in an obvious cry of pleasure. He kept at it, the pleasure of the whore driving him to push up harder, make him ride him harder, still playing with his nipples.

The Lord shifted his hips just a little and saw that he had found the right angle that had the Bitch rising so high he had only the head of his cock still in him, before slamming down to rise high again. It was getting too much for the Lord, he let go of the hips and clutched at the sheets as he felt himself go over the edge and shoot into the other. The whore squeezed him tightly as he followed shooting his own strings of cum over the Lord’s body, a few spurts hitting him in the face. The he crumpled over his ride, still holding the man’s softening cock inside, before sliding gracefully onto his side beside the man.

The Lord got his breath back, before he found a loose piece of sheet and used it to wipe his face and chest of the sticky cum, before turning onto his side to face the whore. He reached out a hand to push some of the sweat drenched silver hair out of his face. “I am going to miss you, but that was the last time, beauty. It’s been fun and I’m sure I will never find better, but if you manage to survive the year here it would be a miracle. Your friend upstairs, I’m sure he can help you, I can see his loves you,” he caressed the unblemished right side of his face. “I hope he can get you away. Because if you don’t die Hirose’s bad treatment, I’m sure Masaki will kill you for some reason.”

The grey eye was looking at him, he wasn’t sure of he was being understood or not. He’d never been able to tell. He continued to stroke the face and hair of his favorite whore until they eye closed and he could hear the even rhythm of his breath. “Farewell Kakashi Hatake.”

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Iruka watched as Hirose made ready to leave with the Lord for the mansion. Shichi was beckoning him over to him and had him going down to get the Bitch. He saw the Lord look at him once more with a slight nod of his head before he disappeared with Hirose.

He found his charge fast asleep and was relived to see no marks on him at all, though the room smelled of sex. He’d definitely be back to fix this up once he had the Bitch settled and cleaned up.

“Kashi, wake up. Let’s get upstairs.” The grey eye opened lazily and focused on him, then it opened fully. Iruka slide off the bed and held out a robe, the Bitch followed and allowed himself to be covered. He was easily able to move under his own power to which Iruka was immensely pleased. He followed him upstairs, very aware that all that saw them were watching with interest. The Bitch rarely walked on his own after a session with anyone, let alone the Lord.

Iruka watched him go to the shower by himself while he took away the robe and returned with a sleeping one. By then the whore had finished and had wrapped the robe around him and lay down on his bed.

“Do you want anything to eat?”

All he got was a shake of the other’s head before he lay down and closed his eyes. Iruka watched him for a moment, then went back to his duties. He would come and check on him again once he finished up downstairs. On the way he saw Masaski tear angrily out of the place, he was muttering something about the Lord leaving.

An hour later he had finished his cleaning chores and wanted to check on his charge before he turned in for some sleep of his own. He opened the door and found deeply asleep, his face the most relaxed he had ever seen since coming to the place. He moved to leave and immediately felt a surge a chakra behind him.