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Chapter 47 (Sunday 17 June 2007, evening to Monday 18 June 2007, after midnight)

Itachi was still on the coffee table. He wasn’t going to be allowed off of it until Kisame’s cum had filled the little Tibetan singing bowl he had placed on the coffee table underneath Itachi. He had already emptied cum from both his mouth and his ass twice into the bowl. He had another mouthful of cum waiting to be released into the bowl. He was certainly getting practice on holding cum in his mouth without swallowing. The rule of this little scene was that he held the cum in his mouth until he got Kisame aroused enough to come again. Then when Master did, filling Itachi’s ass, his slave could spit the cum in his mouth into the small bowl. Then he would push out the cum in his ass into the metal bowl before starting to suck Kisame once more, arousing him again, until he filled his mouth with sperm yet another time.

But it was getting harder and harder to get his master aroused and to bring him to climax each time. He was at a big disadvantage not being about to speak or use words to stimulate Kisame, except for that short time when he was squatting over the little bowl trying to squeeze out every drop of cum he could. He’d spent what seemed like a whole day with his mouth either full of cock or cum. He was beginning to worry that this might be the case for him until well into Monday. The damn bowl was bigger than it looked.

So far he’d wiggled, danced, felt up his ass, pulled at the silver clamps, and smacked his own ass to get Kisame aroused enough to fuck or suck. Itachi was starting to panic—he was running out of ways to get him hard again quickly. He knelt down, looking imploringly up at his master, his cheeks full of his cum, begging him with his eyes to end the game. But Kisame just smiled and stretched before sitting down on the couch to watch his slave. He looked so content, like he wanted nothing more to sit there and relax for hours. Itachi felt the tears start running down his face again, and he struggled against them. He couldn’t lose control: he might swallow the cum and be here even longer. He held out his arms to Kisame, pleading, but Master only shook his head and continued to sit there, resting. God, it was enough to drive Itachi to strangle himself. Oh, that was an idea. He pulled his long hair together, rolling and twisting it. Then he wrapped that around his throat and tugged.

Kisame immediately shot up, moving to stop Itachi. But the Uchiha struggled, pulling on the constricting hair, fighting Kisame’s hands until his lover ripped them away and jerked his legs out from under him. His back landed on the coffee table with a thud that shook it and made Itachi want to scream with the pain that exploded across his back, but he didn’t—he refused to lose that mouthful of cum. And Kisame drove into him once more, filling Itachi with pride.


Downstairs in the bar, Raidou was grasping his ice tea like it was a lifeline and he was tossing in a stormy sea. Ibiki’s eyes were half shut and his shoulders relaxed. He should have looked sleepy, safe, but his relaxation was only making Raidou more nervous.

“Tell me about annealing,” said Ibiki, startling Raidou. Not a lot of people outside the glass-blowing world knew about the process.

“Well, it’s when you heat the glass and slowly cool it. The heat followed by the slow cooling makes the glass more durable, more soft, more resistant to shattering. It’s tricky; if you don’t heat to just the right point or cool at just the right rate, the glass will explode.”

“So if I wanted to create a delicate piece of art, but a piece I want to use not just look at, I’d need to anneal it, eh?” asked Ibiki.

“Yes,” said Raidou, “You’d heat it, letting the temperature rise until it was at the point where the glass flows and fuses within its shape, letting it sit and soak in the heat until every bit of the glass was infused with it, just at the perfect point--soft and pliant enough to fuse, yet still firm enough to hold its shape.”

“So I heat my piece, my treasure, till it’s hot everywhere, melting everywhere, yet its parts are firm, held at that perfect point?”

Firm? Oh god, he was firm, beyond firm. And he had a feeling Ibiki knew exactly what his words were doing to him—heating him up, making him melt with want, keeping his cock hard in his pants.

“So glass goes from the furnace, into the Glory Hole, and then into the annealer?” asked Ibiki.

Oh, no, no, don’t go there, thought Raidou as he said softly, “Yes.”

“So tell me about the Glory Hole. It’s been a long time since I put something in a gloryhole,” said Ibiki with a look on his face that made Raidou sweat.

Raidou took a long sip of his iced tea, too flustered to answer.

“Are you hot, Raidou?” asked Ibiki.

Oh fuck yes, thought Raidou.

“Maybe you should rub some ice on yourself,” suggested Ibiki.

Raidou thought about Ibiki rubbing ice on parts of his body and shivered.

“Do you have a fever? Let me touch you and see how you feel,” said Ibiki.

Raidou moaned and just whispered, “Please.”

But instead of Ibiki putting out a hand and touching his forehead, he reached over and his hand squeezed Raidou’s erection. And Raidou almost came, jerking back and letting out a little cry.

“I think you're hot enough now,” said Ibiki softly, “Come, my little art piece, time to see if I make you melt or shatter you into a thousand pieces.”

Raidou stood up and swayed a little.

Ibiki just began to walk out of the bar towards the stairs, not looking back. Raidou pulled himself together and followed. Even if he collapsed and had to crawl after Ibiki, he would.

He wanted nothing more than to melt and shatter under Ibiki’s touch.


Iruka pulled the car into the back lot at Manda’s, shocking Kakashi. His punishment was to take place at Manda’s? Fuck—what was so bad that Itachi wouldn’t allow it at Uchiha’s?

“We’re going in the back,” said Iruka, making Kakashi even more trepidant. When they got to the back door, Orochimaru was there in person to greet them. Kakashi tensed. He didn’t trust Orochimaru at all and was now worried he might have to break out of his slave role to protect Iruka.

“If you go with Kabuto, Iruka, you can pick out the condoms we'll put out and verify you like the set up,” said Orochimaru. Kakashi looked sharply at Kabuto, not liking being separated from Iruka at all. “I’ll watch your slave; I won’t touch him of course,” said Orochimaru in that voice that seemed to just ooze out of him.

When they were alone, Orochimaru laughed. “Ah, the great Kakashi, a humble slave. You don’t fool me, Kakashi. Only the a few, a precious few, ever know the happiness and sense of accomplishment you gain when you have a chance to hurt the one you call master.”

Kakashi’s nostrils flared, and he tensed.

“Teaching little Sasuke Uchiha to suck cock, how very, very amusing you are,” said Orochimaru.

Kakashi started counting in his mind, trying to tune out Orochimaru’s words. But it wasn’t long before Iruka came back. He nodded to Orochimaru and ordered Kakashi to follow him. They stopped in a little room. Kakashi was confused, expecting to be on a stage similar to the one at Uchiha’s. But then he saw the hole in the wall and realized what his punishment was to be. He had dared to get his cock sucked without his master’s permission. Now, he would suck cock at his master’s order, his mouth a gloryhole for anyone to push their cock in. Well, at least they’ll be using condoms, thought Kakashi, trying to make the best of it. He went to kneel down, but Iruka said, “No, strip first.”

“Yes, Master,” he said as he pulled off his clothes.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” demanded Iruka.

“I’m very, very sorry, Master,” said Kakashi, “and Sasuke really is terrible at giving head, Master.” Well that was a lie, but he doubted that Iruka was going to get a chance to verify it.

“Put that mouth of yours to work, slave,” ordered Iruka.

And Kakashi knelt and waited. Iruka knocked on the wall and a long, thin cock in a green condom poked through the hole. Kakashi opened his mouth and went to work.


Itachi sobbed as he squatted over the singing bowl. It was almost full, surely this would be the end of this torture? He’d lost count of the times he sucked off Kisame now, lost count of the times he’d been fucked, lost track of everything except that he ached, ached like he hadn’t in years. His nipples and balls had gone numb from the pain of the clamps. His back was a dull throbbing ache. His face, mouth, and throat were in agony. And his cock—oh, that was in such excruciating agony with the need to come that if he thought about it, he might just collapse. He positioned himself to once more take Kisame’s cock in his mouth, however, not even looking at the bowl. To see how much he had left to fill, no, no, he couldn’t bear it. But to his shock, Kisame picked him up and kissed him gently, carrying him to the kitchen and sitting him on the table.

Itachi watched, unable to speak, as Kisame took out a plastic bag and the large tray of ice from the freezer. He came over and removed one nipple clamp, immediately covering the tortured nipple with one ice cube to numb the pain. Itachi struggled to thank Kisame as he endured this new form of torment. But Kisame just hushed him, removing the other three clamps and icing each one. The ice on his balls helped with his erection, beginning to wilt it. And Kisame then filled the plastic bag with ice and put it right on his cock, which helped even more. He pulled out some pain spray and sprayed Itachi’s back, carefully moving his hair to keep it clean.

He brought Itachi some pain killers, then carried him into the bathroom. As the tub filled, he brushed and braided Itachi’s hair, sometimes singing a little. “I’ll wash your hair tomorrow,” he said as he lowered Itachi the tub of warm water. “Tonight we’ll just rest.” He vanished, leaving an exhausted Itachi to sink back in the water. When he returned, it was with two glasses of wine. He got into the tub behind Itachi, repositioning them. The arm without the wineglass came around Itachi and played with the large tooth hanging from the chain around his neck. Itachi put his head back on Kisame’s tattooed chest and sighed in pleasure.

“Your brother and Naruto are out eating at Dwayne’s,” said Kisame. “They seem to be reconciled and look happy, I’m told.”

“Ummmm,” murmured Itachi.

“Ibiki has taken Raidou to Room 1,” added Kisame. “I assume to have a mutual examination of their scars.”

“Humph.”

“As a reward for filling the bowl, I’m going to let you sleep in my bed tonight,” said Kisame.

“Ummmmm.”

“But you’ll have to earn that again tomorrow,” added Kisame after a little while. But there was no answer from Itachi. Kisame checked and found Itachi had fallen asleep. He stood up and carried his sleeping slave to the bedroom, setting him on the chaise lounge and drying him off before tucking him in the bed. Once he was sure that Itachi was sleeping deeply, he kissed him softly and returned to the living room. Naked, wet, he sat on the couch and stared at the bowl filled to the brim with his cum.

What words could he use to describe what had happened today?

How do you sum up the most important day in your life?

Hours later, stiff and cold, Kisame woke, startled. What the hell was he doing? He went in the bedroom and curled himself around Itachi in the bed. It didn’t matter than he couldn’t describe or sum up what had happened today. All that mattered was right here in his arms.

Kisame and Itachi slept.


Over at Manda’s, Kakashi swayed a little. His knees were hurting so bad, and his mouth and throat hurt so bad that he knew he wouldn’t be able to talk tomorrow. Another cock, this one in a purple condom, pushed in the hole. But Iruka banged on the wall and picked him up. Kakashi huddled in his arms and started to cry. Iruka carried him out to the car, not even bothering to dress him or pick up his clothes. Kakashi wanted to protest, knowing that Iruka would be humiliated, upset if any of his neighbors saw him carrying his lover naked up to his apartment. But his throat hurt too much to speak.

Iruka drove them, however, not to their apartment, but to Uchiha’s. After a low talk with Kotetsu, Iruka drove into the parking garage. As they sat in the car, Kakashi put his head down on Iruka’s lap. Even in this much pain, he wanted to prove his love to Iruka, and he fumbled with the zipper on Iruka’s pants. Iruka, however, slapped at his hands, saying, “No, just lay still for a moment.” Then Kotetsu was there with a yukata. Kakashi got out of the car, put it on, and knelt down, waiting for more orders.

“Stand up, slave, follow me,” ordered Iruka, leading Kakashi back to the front of Uchiha’s. They didn’t go to a bedroom, however, but to the dining room. Kakashi had eaten nothing all night. He fell gratefully on the cushion at Iruka’s feet, happy merely to not be kneeling on a hard floor any more, not caring if he was to be fed or not. But soon two bowls were placed on the floor in front of him—one of soup and one of chilled wine. He kissed Iruka’s feet in gratitude before his master ordered him gruffly to eat.

He put down his head, lapping alternatively at his warm soup and cold wine, feeling filled with happiness. Iruka slid his feet out of his shoes and caressed Kakashi with them, making him feel even better. Orochimaru was a fool to think hurting one’s master brought happiness. No, no, Kakashi knew down to the level of his cells that true happiness, at least for him, came from being hurt by one’s master. He lapped at his dinner, completely satisfied with his position.


Above, in Room 1, Raidou moaned as Ibiki sprayed his cum all over his body. He hadn’t dreamed that he could ever feel such pleasure. The chains on his wrists and ankles jerked as he twisted, crying out, as Ibiki’s mouth began to lick him clean. His body was already decorated with a collection of love bites while his mind was trying to deal with the fact that he’d had three orgasms tonight. He, who usually had one every two weeks or so, had come three times—two of them while in chains. He’d never thought he’d ever let himself be chained again, let alone enjoy it. But he trusted this big man, this man covered with the marks of savage torture. He knew that Ibiki would never hurt him, knew it in a way he couldn’t explain.

Raidou knew he wasn’t a small man, wasn’t a pretty man. Glass was very heavy, and only a strong man could work it. But Ibiki, Ibiki, made him feel not exactly small, but beautiful, delicate, precious. And he had spent years feeling ugly, rough, and forgettable. People were always forgetting his name, calling him Robert or Rupert or some stupid name. But Ibiki, the way Ibiki said his name—oh, it was like he was the center of the universe, of Ibiki’s universe.

But it was Ibiki that was the special one, Ibiki who had transformed him, taken away years of fear, given him hope he could find happiness again. And this miracle worker was licking his body, pleasuring him, instead of letting Raidou thank him. He tried to make his mouth work, to thank Ibiki, to offer him something, anything, to return but a fraction of what he felt he had gotten from this huge, battered warrior.

He whimpered and made some incoherent noises. But, Ibiki seemed to understand. Raidou felt like he had seen deep inside him, stripped away all his masks and read his greatest secret, discovered his intermost longing.

“What is it my little masterpiece? What do you want?” asked Ibiki in a voice that seemed the living sound of seduction.

Raidou panted, trembled, and finally forced his mouth to say, “Ibiki.”

“Ah, well, that is one want that is easy to satisfy,” said that voice.

And Raidou gave up and surrendered, lost in sensation, lost in submission, lost to everything but Ibiki, his words, his touch, his smell, his gaze, his taste.

Ibiki.

Only Ibiki.

Always.

Ibiki.

And Raidou knew that when the chains came off, it wouldn’t matter. He would never be free again. Because Ibiki had released him from one cage only to capture him in another, a cage of emotion and sensation, a cage built with gratitude, trust, and desire.

A cage named Ibiki.

But then that cage tightened around him, making him unable to even think anymore.


Looking down on the blissful, ecstatic man in his arms deep in subspace, Ibiki was stunned at the trust, the depth of response, and the beauty of Raidou’s awakened sensuality. The sounds he made, the looks on his face, the feel of his body trembling and quivering—it was addictive.

Ibiki knew he should stop. For god’s sake, if he kept at it, Raidou would say his safe words and send him away. It was a miracle he hadn’t already, hadn’t run from him, hadn’t tensed up with fear. No one had ever responded to him like this, not even Itachi, who until tonight Ibiki would have named as the person who was least afraid of him.

But now it was Ibiki whose heart was full of fear. He’d found the one thing he’d wanted in a lover, in a submissive. Every damn employee and member of this club was a fool for not seeing beneath the scarred surface of Raidou. And bless them, bless every one of them, for leaving this treasure for Ibiki.

And so Ibiki couldn’t rest, couldn’t stop. Everything he valued in this world had been stolen or taken from him, or had tarnished, broken, or soured. He would spend the night, every moment of it, loving this miracle beneath him.

Time, time was his enemy, now.

And Ibiki never gave his enemies any quarter.

He would make his treasure shatter one more time under his touch or collapse trying.

But Ibiki had been hardened by the life that had covered his body with scars from knives, acid, whips, and fire. It took a lot to make him collapse.

Raidou didn’t stand a chance.

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Thanks to Allys, katsuyo, and Travellyr for finding typos in this chapter! Oh, and also the wonderful person who caught my original misspelling of Raidou--how embarrassing!

Obsidiandreams--by the way I loved that book, but on your point about reordering chapters--last time I did it two or three people objected. And I still have to write what happened to Gaara/Shika and Kankurou/Shino on Sunday, so I'm not sure if it is worth even trying to reorder at this point. But I see your point--maybe down the road I'll just up and reorganize.

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