Warlord

Chapter Five

I don’t care how late it is, Raidou thought to himself as he waited outside the warlord’s tent. There is no way I’m walking in on them again. . . but if we don’t get going soon we won’t make it before dark. He continued to fret, pacing back and forth, and so did not notice when the warlord stepped from the tent and stopped behind him.

“Ready Rai?” Kakashi asked softly, startling the general out of his thoughts.

“Hmm . . . oh, yeah. Where’s your slave?” he queried, peering around the taller man in search of Iruka, “He needs to hurry up or we’ll be late.”

“‘ruka’s not coming.” the warlord replied absently, “The border’s dangerous . . . and he’s no fighter. Besides,” he continued as he bent to adjust his sandal, “he’s still asleep.” A self-satisfied smirk etched across his face as he muttered half to himself “He likes it when I suck his cock.” His grin faded as he pondered his last statement, he didn’t actually say that, but he said it was amazing . . . is that always good, or . . . Kakashi cocked his head to the side, contemplating his next words. “Hey Rai . . . can I ask you something?”

The general vaguely wondered what he had done to deserve this torment. His mind was stuck on an image of his commander, his friend for god’s sake, devouring his pretty slave’s cock. . . and damn if it wasn’t turning him on. He squirmed uncomfortably, hoping to hide his growing arousal from the warlord’s too sharp gaze. “Hmm,” he said, startled out of his thoughts by Kakashi’s voice.

“Can I ask you something?” the warlord repeated, “I need some guidance . . . you’re older and you’ve lived a more normal life than I have . . . you know things I don’t.”

Raidou was sure he did NOT want to have this conversation. But he swallowed his reservations, if his commander needed his advice he would give it, to the best of his ability. “Of course Kakashi, I’ll always do my best to help you.”

“Let’s head out, we’ll talk as we ride . . . that way we won’t be overheard.” the warlord said as he gracefully swung himself onto his waiting mount, wheeling to face the general before they set off at a gallop, eager to regain some lost time.

A tall figure stood from the nearby bushes, still in shock at what he had overheard. The mighty warlord Hatake sucking the cock of a slave . . . he shook his head, despairing at the thought of such a man stooping so low. I think there’s a slave who needs to learn his place, he thought with a rather scary grin, he’ll never dare to try something like that again. Rubbing his hands together he slipped away to prepare.

Iruka woke with a smile on his face. He turned to greet the man who’d made him feel that way . . . only to remember the warlord had gone to the outposts. He sighed, then shook his head, don’t get too attached, he reminded himself, it’s bad enough being sold without having your heart broken as well. He wanted to believe Kakashi was different . . . but nothing in his life gave him any hope it would be true. Just enjoy it while you have it, the tutor told himself with a wry smile, it’s already more than you ever hoped for.

With that thought buoying him he quickly rose and dressed, setting off for the mess at a brisk pace, eager to draw his ration and get to work. Even though he’d been in camp for several weeks, this was the first time he’d been seen without his master. Hard eyes followed his progress through the camp, some almost licking their lips at the thought of catching the slender man alone.

When he entered the mess tent it grew strangely quiet. Iruka hurried to draw his ration, wanting to return to the safety of the warlord’s tent as quickly as possible. He closed his ears to the jeers and catcalls, but couldn’t help but jerk when his ass was roughly groped. “What’s the matter pretty boy, too high and mighty to associate with common soldiers?” a rough voice jeered as its owner leaned in to nip the tutor’s ear.

“I’m afraid you are mistaken.” Iruka responded rather shakily, “I am the warlord’s scribe, nothing more.” Keeping his eyes on the ground he grabbed the rations being held out to him and fled the tent, deftly avoiding a few clutching hands.

As soon as he’d scurried outside Morino Ibiki rose and cast a hard eye on the men around him. “That’s not what I heard, I heard the commander himself say that slave made Hatake suck his cock.”

Immediately a babble of excited voices rose, drowning each other out in their excitement. “You’re kidding.” “No way.” “That‘s so gross.” “He would NEVER.” the words were different, but the sentiment was the same, all the men were outraged at the mere thought of the powerful warlord submitting to anyone . . . and especially not to a slave.

“So,” Ibiki continued, “what are we going to do about it?”

“Teach him a lesson.” they roared, surprisingly almost in unison.

“Great . . . so this is the plan.” Ibiki said as he began to describe what he had in mind.

Iruka was happy when he regained the safety of Kakashi’s tent. He was sure that no one would bother him there, tomorrow he’d rise early to collect his ration before the men started to gather. He nodded to himself as he bustled about, quickly making the bed and straightening the tent before moving to the worktable and beginning to draft responses to the correspondence he and the warlord had reviewed the day before.

So engrossed was he in his work that he didn’t hear the tent flap being stealthily pulled back or the men creeping carefully into the room. He looked up, startled, when Ibiki’s gruff voice suddenly rang out. “I think you need to learn a few lessons slave.” he said coldly, the men ringing the tent calling out in agreement.

Darting his eyes from side to side the scribe tried desperately to find a way to escape, but there were too many men too close, he was sure to be caught . . . and once caught punished. “I’m the warlord’s personal slave, he won’t be happy about this.” he tried desperately, hoping fear of Kakashi’s wrath would deter them.

“I’ve been with him for years.” was the quick reply, “do you actually think he’d take a slave’s word over mine?” The cruel laugh that followed killed Iruka’s last hopes. He slumped in defeat and sat very still in his chair, trying desperately to clamp down on his urge to resist, hoping to survive this encounter.

The ringleader’s large fist caught his short ponytail and yanked, jerking the tutor from his seat and onto the floor at Ibiki’s feet. “I hear you like to have your cock sucked.” the tall man ground out nastily, “Time for you to return the favor.” and with that his mouth was filled with the large man’s cock.

The scribe quailed at the sour unwashed taste, forcing back the urge to vomit and trying to recall the pleasant taste of Kakashi. Suddenly the suffocating length withdrew and Iruka gasped for oxygen, too weak to struggle when his head was roughly forced to the floor and pinned, large calloused hands grasping his hips as the voice of his tormentor rang out “Hold him down boys, you’ll all get your turn.”

Before he even had a chance to resist Iruka felt himself being pierced by a long, hard length. The ripping burning pain was bad enough, but even worse was the loss of something the tutor had held so dear, his virginity. He had hoped against hope that he would be able to make the choice to share himself this way. He knew it was foolish for a slave to care about such a thing . . . but most other choices had already been taken out of his hands.

The hands holding his arms pulled his upper body up and his mouth was filled with yet another hard cock, even as Ibiki continued to pound into him from behind. With a final brutal thrust the bald man came with a triumphant roar, spitting on the limp slave before pulling out, “You sure are a shitty lay for being so expensive. . . at least you’re not a total waste.” he finished with a sneer before turning to the waiting soldiers and proclaiming “Who’s next, step right up and take your turn.”

As one man finished another took his place, until Iruka finally succumbed to the pain and lost consciousness. Still the men continued to pound into him until they had all been satisfied. When they were finished they left the slave where he lay, crumpled on the floor, unconscious in a puddle of blood and semen.

No one noticed when he didn’t collect his ration the next morning, or the one after that. The men who knew what had happened certainly weren’t going to bring it up . . . and the others weren’t used to seeing him around camp and so did not notice his absence. In fact, the tutor might well have laid where he was until Kakashi returned had a courier not stopped by the tent to pick up messages intended for the commander.

Shiranui Genma had been a soldier for a long time. He thought he’d seen man’s inhumanity on the battlefield . . . but the sight that met his eyes when he entered the warlord’s tent was enough to bring even his cynical heart to tears.

At least he’s still breathing, Genma thought as he carefully rolled the tutor onto his back, gently patting his face and trying to rouse him. When he got no response he scooped the limp body up in his arms and raced for the medical tent, hoping that it wasn’t already too late.

After leaving Iruka with the medics, along with copious warnings about his being the warlord’s very valuable property when they were reluctant to waste time and medicine on a mere slave, Genma grabbed a fresh mount and headed back to the outpost to let Kakashi know what had happened. Hopefully from horseback, across a field, he plotted, not wanting to die at the man’s hands merely for delivering bad news.