How It Began

As Madara laid on the tough dirt sucking the fresh young man, he began to feel his own happiness. Feel himself get harder and harder until he was itching to get out of his shorts. However, the young Uchiha was till trusting into Madara’s throat and pulling at the elder’s hair.

Itachi forgot how nice it felt to be engorged with arousal, to be licked and teased and pleased. His last time was… months ago. The day he was assigned to kill his family.
Itachi’s trusts grew harder and faster with his frustration at never being able to touch his younger brother again.

Madara began to gag slightly. “Gak, HAAAk.” Itachi noticed he was being a bit too forceful and selfish as he noticed not only the gagging but the stiffness in the elder’s shorts. Itachi took his manhood out of Madara’s mouth and slid his hand down Madara’s body to the his length. Madara moaned as soon as Itachi touched near his fur.

Madara knew all too well the loneliness that could build up inside a man. After all he was shunned from the clan many, many years ago. He never romantically touched another human after that.

Itachi stopped right as his hand reached the shaft. Itachi whispered into Madara’s ear, “Now you’re mine.” Madara’s eyes grew wide with fright as Itachi ripped both of their unders completely off and perched Madara’s opening right above his youthful erection. Was this really about to happen? Was Madara going to really give the young clansman his anal virginity?

Itachi could only smirk, almost as if he knew Madara was a virgin. Virgin… the word ran in his head around and around.

“Itachi! Please, be gentle…” His younger brothers words thumped. ‘Oh brother, I miss you!’

Itachi wanted all these goddamn memories to go away! He forcefully thrusted the elder’s hole spot onto his shaft all the way to the balls.

“RAAAAAAAAAAHHHH. Itachi, it hurts!” Itachi couldn’t hear the scream or the continuous complaining afterward. Itachi only forced himself harder into the man.

After a few more good thrusts, Itachi felt a warm wet liquid fall down his shaft and balls and drip to the ground. He looked down to see blood… deep red blood… from something he did. He then looked up at Madara…

“P-please… dear god… stop….” Madara was crying and sniffing snot. “Why? Please take it out!” Itachi thought for a moment about his choices, how Madara treated him before this… and also how much more compassion he now had.

He took his dick out of the bleeding Madara and let him lay in agony while Itachi finished up on Madara’s torso. (There was no need to help the elder, as he had been flaccid since the first painful thrust.)

Madara felt violated, hurt, sad, and the strangest of all… attached. Itachi was so dominate, Madara never had a man, or anyone for that matter, take such control of a situation. Madara was always in control; he controlled the clan, women, and troops. Never once had he allowed another man to run the show (at least not without repercussions.)

While Madara was dazed and wincing, Itachi got up and was half dressed by the time they made eye contact.

“Get yourself dressed. You are an embarrassment.” Itachi was now cold. He didn’t feel joy or pain. He didn’t care.