Into the Fire

Chapter Three

Kakashi trudged into the Daimyo’s palace after three days on the road, tired, hungry and more than ready to have his two weeks over with and be on his way back home. Konoha needs this, he reminded himself, plastering an overly large grin on his face as the doors swung open to admit him.

“Hatake Kakashi reporting as requested.” he said as he knelt and bowed his head.

“So you’re the mighty copy-nin of Konoha.” the Daimyo replied as he slowly circled the kneeling man, “Why are you still dressed boy . . . don’t you know how to present yourself to your master?”

Kakashi quickly stripped, dropping his clothes in an untidy heap. “Mask too, boy.” the Daimyo barked and the copy-nin reluctantly complied, once again cursing the chakra control jutsu Sandaime had cast on him so many years ago. Just once he’d love to be able to harness his power and kill everyone in his path.

“Turn around, let me look at you.” the Daimyo said softly, rubbing his hand over smooth alabaster skin. The copy-nin slowly pivoted in place, steeling himself not to pull away from the soft, pudgy, slightly sweaty hands that were currently groping him roughly. Would it be so horrible if just once the man he had to service was at least marginally attractive, Kakashi thought with despair as he surreptitiously studied the Daimyo through lowered lashes. Short, middle aged with a balding head and a sagging belly . . . I hit the jackpot this time, the jounin concluded when he caught the sadistic smirk gracing his new master’s face.

“Very pretty, boy . . . but a little on the plain side. I believe you could use some decoration.” the Daimyo declared as he roughly pushed the copy-nin to his knees, grabbing a handful of his hair and towing him across the room. “Back to the wall, boy,” he commanded, “and grasp the bar.”

Kakashi wrapped his hand around the pipe on the floor in front of him, willing himself to relax when his wrists were shackled and the bar raised until his feet just brushed the floor. His legs were quickly spread and similarly shackled, leaving him immobilized.

“Where to start.” the Daimyo mused as he circled the bound figure, “At the top, I guess.” he declared with a smirk, grasping a pale pink nipple roughly and twisting it until it hardened before slowly pushing a thick needle through the base, finally inserting a heavy stainless steel ring. He repeated the procedure on the other nipple, watching the copy-nin’s face closely for any changes, obviously disappointed by the lack of reaction.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it boy.” the Daimyo said almost tenderly, actions belying his tone when he yanked hard on the newly pierced nubs. “Looks like you’re ready to step it up a notch.” With that the small man sunk to his knees, squatting comfortably between Kakashi’s long legs. He fondled the heavy sac, causing a shudder to run through the lean figure. “Like that, do you?” he queried, giving the tender skin another soft stroke before wrapping his hand around the copy-nin’s balls and squeezing hard.

The jounin’s breath whooshed out of his lungs and he struggled to remain still and not put more pressure on his already strained shoulders. He had a sinking feeling this was only the beginning.

Satisfied that he was finally getting a reaction the Daimyo slowly ran his piercing needle through the sensitive flesh between Kakashi’s balls and anus, sliding it back and forth several times before finally pulling it free and inserting another heavy stainless ring.

When a hand closed around his flaccid cock the copy-nin panicked, eyes rolling in his head as he struggled to free himself. “Now, now pet,” the Daimyo cooed, “I’ll start to think you don’t love me.”

He gave the twitching length a few gentle strokes before wrapping his lips around the tip and blowing softly. Kakashi gritted his teeth and willed himself to stay soft, picturing of every repulsive thing he could think of in hopes of resisting. Eventually, however, he gave up, shutting his eyes and enjoying the feeling as his arousal stirred to life. The moment he was hard the Daimyo snapped a cock ring around the twitching length, brandishing his needle yet again to begin placing a series of barbells up the underside of the copy-nin’s shaft. By the time the last rod was inserted the jounin had bitten a hole in his cheek in an attempt to stay silent and appear unconcerned.

Kakashi shuddered when fingers deftly snapped a ring around his shaft just below the head before digging into the sensitive slit. This time when the needle rose the copy-nin couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp as it pierced the ultra sensitive flesh. “Like that do you boy?” the Daimyo hissed in satisfaction, “We’ll just have to make it a double.”

Kakashi almost choked when the needle once again pressed through the head of his penis. When the second ring was finally set in place he took a long raspy breath, fighting hard to regain his composure.

“Now that that’s taken care of,” the Daimyo exclaimed happily, “we can move on to more pleasurable endeavors.” He dropped the bar tethering Kakashi’s wrists and unshackled him, wrapping a fist in silver strands and jerking the copy-nin’s mouth to his crotch as he freed his weeping erection.

Short, fat and every bit as ugly as he is, the jounin thought despairingly as the unappetizing length was pressed against his lips. “Get it good and wet boy,” the Daimyo laughed, “you’ll be glad that you did.”

Kakashi reluctantly took the twitching rod in his mouth, realizing the practicality of following directions even as he fought to keep from vomiting. Thankfully the Daimyo tired of his lackluster ministrations after just a few minutes and pulled himself free. “Bend over the table boy.” he ordered.

The copy-nin hopped over to the table and leaned his arms on the top. “Further slut.” the Daimyo ordered, grabbing the back of Kakashi’s neck and forcing him to sprawl awkwardly on the wooden surface, legs dangling uselessly. Once the long body was positioned to his liking he roughly thrust in to the hilt, groaning his pleasure as tender tissue shredded under the onslaught, the flow of blood allowing subsequent strokes to penetrate even deeper.

The copy-nin dug his fingers into the unfinished wood of the table top and held on, hoping to at least minimize the rough scrape of his newly pierced flesh against its surface. He shut his eyes and tried to picture the village early in the morning when people were just starting to stir, counting the minutes until his return.

After what seemed like an eternity to the jounin the Daimyo finally shuddered through his completion, smacking him hard on the ass before pulling out and flipping the copy-nin over. “Now clean up your mess boy.” the Daimyo ordered as he pressed his blood and semen coated length against Kakashi’s lips.

Reluctantly pale pink lips parted, an unenthusiastic tongue sweeping out to tentatively taste. The copy-nin grimaced, steeling himself for what was to come he opened his mouth wider and took the tip of the Daimyo’s softened cock into his mouth, fighting the desire to gag as the taste and smell overwhelmed his heightened senses.

The Daimyo put up with Kakashi’s hesitation for a few minutes while he came down from his orgasm. Once he had recovered, however, he took control, fisting his hands in silver hair as he brutally fucked the jounin’s mouth.

It took a very long time for the Daimyo to get hard after his orgasm . . . and even longer until he was able to come again. By the time his hips began to jerk erratically Kakashi’s jaw was numb and his scalp on fire. His tormentor took perverse pleasure in stuffing his throat until he choked, only relenting and allowing the jounin to breathe when his eyes rolled back in his head and he began to lose consciousness.

“Now, now . . . none of that pet. I have friends coming over later, you’ll want to be awake for the fun.” the Daimyo crooned as he sped up his strokes until he finally came with a groan, shooting his come down the copy-nin’s throat before shoving him to the floor.

The Daimyo reached across the table, snagging a heavy chain with a loop on one end and fastening it to the rings piercing the head of Kakashi’s penis. “Hurry up boy, we need to get you cleaned up for the party.” he snarled as he yanked on the chain, making the copy-nin scurry to keep up.

Kakashi vaguely noted the hallways they passed through, eventually emerging in a large bathing chamber. “In you go pet.” the oily voice urged as he was dragged through the door. His embarrassment skyrocketed when another door opened and a medic nin strolled in. He casually inspected the battered jounin before healing the piercings and repairing the torn tissues of his anus.

“He’s quite attractive, isn’t he?” the Daimyo remarked proudly, “Would you like to fuck him?” The copy-nin quailed at the offer, unsurprised to be roughly pushed into the wall as a hard cock forced its way inside his once again tight passage.

“Shit that’s good.” the medic groaned when he was finally buried in the jounin’s ass. He reached around and grasped the copy-nin’s purpling length, tugging on the piercings and dragging his nails across the slit before squeezing hard as he screamed his release. He panted against the broad pale back for a moment before roughly pulling out, tucking his limp length back into his pants before once again sending healing chakra through Kakashi’s tailbone.

“Don’t go far.” the Daimyo called after him, “I’m sure we’ll need you later.”

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse a giant of a man appeared silently at the Daimyo’s side, hard eyes studying the solemn copy-nin intensely. “How may I serve you my lord.” the massive figure rumbled as he knelt and bowed his head.

“This needs to be cleaned and prepared for the festivities tonight.” the Daimyo said curtly, shoving the startled jounin into a pair of heavily muscled arms.

“Certainly my lord.” the newcomer replied, lifting Kakashi easily and striding into the tub. The copy-nin began to relax as he was washed and rinsed . . . tensing only slightly when his genitals were cleaned. He was totally unprepared therefore, to be plopped down on his knees as a hose was shoved deep in his ass.

Kakashi shuddered as he was filled with icy water, almost at his breaking point when he was finally allowed to release the fluid, emptying himself out with a broken moan only to have the cycle repeated. After the third time the water ran clean and he was gently lifted yet again. He craned his head to get his bearings as long strides carried him into an adjoining room and deposited him on a tall metal table. “Kneel.” the giant rumbled as he reached into a drawer, pulling out a small bottle and a pair of rubber gloves.

Seeing no way out of the situation the copy-nin reluctantly positioned himself on his hands and knees. A spreader bar was pushed between his ankles and secured before he found his hands yanked forward, smashing his face into the smooth metal as his arms were stretched taut and secured.

This is embarrassing, Kakashi thought, grimacing at the mental picture of himself with his ass forced wantonly in the air. He shivered involuntarily when the snap of a rubber glove being pulled on cut through the air.

At least he’s using lube, the copy-nin thought gratefully as a thick finger pushed through his pucker, to be followed almost immediately by a second. They pushed in and out slowly, twisting and stretching to loosen the muscles while skillfully avoiding the jounin’s prostate. When a third finger was added it burned slightly, but Kakashi quickly adjusted, thankful that he wouldn’t be torn again. Realization finally dawned when a fourth finger shoved its way in and he began to pant, almost hyperventilating when the thick thumb began to prod the over-stretched flesh.

The copy-nin shrieked when the entire fist began flexing and twisting, finally popping through the distended ring. The servant slowly began to thrust until he was buried to mid forearm in the jounin’s ass before pulling back to the knuckles, straining the tissue around the massive fist to its limits before slowly thrusting deep once more. Kakashi keened when his prostate was pummeled, unable to reach release with his cock so tightly bound.

After a few more deep thrusts the fist finally withdrew, wringing a harsh gasp from Kakashi as overstretched tissues protested. The bottle of lube was unceremoniously shoved deep into his now gaping entrance and the contents emptied before a massive butt plug was roughly pushed inside and secured to the ring behind the jounin’s scrotum.

“All ready.” the giant rumbled as he swept Kakashi off the table and strode down the hall, finally opening the door to a large dining room and depositing the copy-nin on the floor at the head of the table. “Do you wish him bound, my lord?”

“Arms laced behind his back and the heavy lead on his cock piercing.” the Daimyo replied off-handedly, “I think that should whet their appetite . . . unless you have a suggestion?”

“No, my lord.” came the solemn reply as Kakashi’s arms were secured awkwardly behind him and the cruel leash was once again clipped to his poor abused penis. The copy-nin settled down to wait, shifting until he was as comfortable as possible given the circumstances. Like anything could be comfortable with a plug the size of a dinner plate in my ass, the jounin thought wryly before turning his mind to other things and forcing himself to relax and conserve his energy for whatever was to come.