Naruto Kinks

Saku (request non-specific)/Kaka: play non-con, master/slave, less emphasis on sex


Kakashi lifted his head weakly at the sound of the lock sliding out of place just before the door to the basement opened and he was met with the slow click-clack of high heels on wooden stairs. The door was re-shut and locked—of course—and then the steps descended, slowly deliberately to his level. But before all of this, he had smelled her.

It was the one sense she couldn't muffle, or rather she could but rarely did.

His knees ached from the cold, concrete floor, screamed for relief but he didn't dare move as she approached. How long had he been kneeling? It felt like hours but could have easily been a day or more. Sometimes she liked to test him in that way.

The leather sleeve was stiff and unforgiving where it held his arms behind his back tightly, the chain on the D-ring at the end attached to a hook in the floor to hold him in place, while thick leather straps criss-crossed around his chest to make sure wriggling out of it wasn't an option. A leather hood (complete with built in ball-gag) and a cock-ring completed this particular session's gear and after that he was left with only his nakedness.

Finally she was before him, and he lowered his head instinctively.

“I suppose you've had enough time to reflect on your wrong-doings.” Her voice rang out loud and confident in the underground room but also dark and seductive.

Just that tone alone was enough to make him shiver, but it was followed by the sound of leather brushing concrete—a certain leather tip to a riding crop he was all too familiar with. He swallowed thickly at the sound, trying not to tense in anticipation.

“Do you know why you're being punished, Kakashi-sensei?” She purposely enunciated the title, emphasizing his status in order to further his humiliation. In public he was assigned the role of teacher, but behind locked doors, in the privacy of the basement, he was the one being taught a lesson.

But to be fair, Sakura wasn't his student anymore.

He hesitated, unsure how to respond. Sometimes indicating a yes was the wrong answer. He shifted awkwardly, listening to the rattle of the chain as it scraped the floor and offered a muffled, noncommittal sound from inside the hood.

“Our last date,” she offered, pressing the tip of her heel into his balls, pushing them around playfully and with increasing pressure. “You were ten minutes late.”

Really, ten minutes was exceptional for him. Before dating Sakura he was accustomed to showing up to certain events hours behind schedule. Or sometimes not at all. However, it was her favorite excuse and increasingly the one she punished him the hardest for.

He let out a pleading whine, despite himself—not that it sounded like much, and twisted some against the unrelenting restraints.

He couldn't apologize, so he didn't try it. Obviously that wasn't what she had in mind for him, but he might have tried anyway if he thought it would spare him any pain.

She started with his chest—a flick of the tip here, a harder smack there until the skin was pink and burning in a pattern of triangular welts, and then she moved lower. He shook his head, tensing when she brushed his cock from side to side with the crop, running the tip down to tease over his balls before starting with a light smack. Kakashi groaned, scooting back to distance himself from the offending tool if even just a little bit but soon found himself at the end of the length to his chain. He tugged in desperation, feeling the cool metal links vibrate between his legs from the effort when she slapped him harder in the same spot. Already they were beginning to swell painfully.

“What's the matter, Kakashi-sensei? Have you changed your mind already about making me wait?”

She rubbed the leather tip in circles just behind his balls and he nodded, a moan trapped in the back of his throat.

“I bet you want to be a good boy now,” she continued, teasing him with the promise of pleasure after the pain. “Because good boys get treats.”

He nodded again, desperately because he knew from experience that it could get worse, much worse.

“That's too bad,” she whispered, leaning in to caress the length of his jaw behind the mask, “because I'm not satisfied yet.”

He jerked at the sudden sensation of cool metal at nipple and then the clamp was released and he whined in pain.

“Stop squirming,” she commanded as she snapped the other one into place and carefully added a weight to each. “Now bend over.”

He complied, chest heaving as he whimpered and slowly shuffled forward on his knees until he had enough slack from the chain to double over. There was a moment where the weights rested on the ground and he heaved a sigh of relief before she had unhooked the chain from the ground and was hoisting his arms upward, forcing him to stand.

The position was strict and left room for little movement without adding to the strain on his arms. He tried a series of different noises, hoping she'd take pity on him before they reached the next phase but she merely proceeded to kick his legs apart and secure them to metal rings in the floor.

He flinched when he felt her fingernails trail up the back of his thigh and scrape across his buttcheek before massaging it gently in her hand. It felt good, so good, but whatever was coming next was sure to be unpleasant.

“Are you ready, Kakashi-sensei?”

And then he shivered when he felt the slick tip of the vibrator press against his opening.