Savin' Me

Hi all, sorry to be a week late with this. RL decided that it needed to remind me of itself and left me unable to get much done. But I got some done today, though there’s a way to go before we get to the end of this dark part yet. Still I said it was a Kakashi torture story back when this started… Hope you enjoy anyway

Savin’ Me continued…..

The Lord was pleased to have the slave follow so placidly, it was quite a change from years past when he balked at leading anyone lead him. He came down into the dungeon without a fight, without having to be pulled along and beaten.

Masaki was there waiting. “What would my Lord wish this time?”

“He is not fighting me, what has changed?”

“I don’t know my Lord.”

“He is placid, are you sure you didn’t drug him to keep him under control?”

“You know my Master does not like to use drugs on the slave, especially during this week.”

“Fine. Then I think I would like him on the sling.”

“Very well, I will get Shichi to help me, is there anything else you require?”

“Make sure I have food and drink in the room for when I rest.”

Masaki bowed and led him to the room he would be using. The Lord let go of the lead as he moved over to the couch to make himself comfortable. The Bitch just stood there, his eye on the floor. The Lord watched him, wondering what was going on inside his head. What had changed lately to make him so docile? He looked a little healthier than he usually had a glow to his skin he had not seen in this man. Was it possible he was able to tap into his power, his chakra, so long denied from him?

When he had learned that Hirose had come into possession of a former Elite Ninja that had lost his memory, he had been intrigued. The Lords knew of this Ninja, and the chance to humiliate him for a little while was very appealing, to take pleasure from a very dangerous man and play with him like a toy, was irresistible. His inner strength has sustained him over the years, but if he ever knew what they had done to him over those years…

Masaki and Shichi came into the room. Shichi stripped the yukata off and the Bitch was taken over to where the sling hung from the ceiling. Shichi lifted him up while Masaki strapped him into it. The collar and leash were left on his neck, the leash hanging down loosely.

One of the cooks from the Lords own entourage brought in food and drink. Masaki ushered him and Shichi out, then turned, “Anything else Lord?”

“No, get out. Leave me to my privacy. I have everything that I want.”

Masaki bowed and quickly left.

The Lord stood and stripped himself of his own clothes. He walked over to where the Bitch hung, walked all around him and stopped at his head. He ran his hand through the silver hair and pulled away the cloth covering his left eye. The eye did not open, he smiled at that, it had become habit for the Bitch not to open his ‘evil’ eye. That is what he had been taught what it was since he had been taken. The farmer had enforced it first and the others had continued to play on it.

He walked back to a box that was sitting against a wall. He opened it and pulled out a pair of leather gloves and a flogger, some lube and a plug. He put the gloves and flogger on the couch then moved over to the Bitch, pushing his legs apart so that he could get between them. He got down to business with the lube, opening and stretching. Again he was struck by the fact that the Bitch had only flinched with the first touch, but then had not moved as he was prepared. He took his time, only filling him with the plug when he was such he was ready.

He moved back to the couch, wiped his fingers on a cloth there, then pulled on the gloves and picked up the flogger. Again he circled the hanging body, once, twice, three times. Then he walked up to slave’s side and ran his hand over his chest. There was a satisfying flinch and the grey eye closed tightly. He smiled at the reaction and he concentrated his touch over the nipples, first one then the other. Rubbing, pinching, flicking. The body beneath began to squirm with his ministrations, his smile got wider. He took his hand away and lifted the flogger and dragged its soft suede strips over the same area, oh so lightly. Back and forth he went for a few seconds, then down the center of his stomach and over the lax cock. His anal preparations had not brought it to life earlier. He watched the body begin the shiver, heard the creak of the leather as he squirmed, unable not to react. He walked around the body one more time, dragging the flogger lightly over the skin as he moved, pulling off only to get around the straps holding him. He stopped back at his chest and used his hand again over the nipples, then ran it back and forth all the way down as he had before, stopping just before the genitals, then the ran his hand over the length, pushed his fingers under it and lifted it, running his thumb over it feeling the reaction of his touch, especially when he rubbed over the head around and around.

The body jumped beneath him the straps holding it clinking in their metal hangers as the weight pulled on them. His head threw itself back and his mouth opened releasing a silent cry. The Lord did not stop, he knew what he was doing and he took his time. He did not stop until he had his victim fully aroused. He let go and reached underneath to his backside and ran his finger over the end of the plug. The slave bucked up, clenching against it. The Lord moved back to the box and picked up a pair of cock rings. He moved between the slaves legs and slipped one of them down the erection and into place. Then with the other one, he moved his hand to his own growing erection and placed it carefully onto himself.

He dropped the flogger on the couch and fixed himself a drink. He sat down on the couch to drink it and watch his victim still shiver in the sling, his cock standing up straight. His body was still clenching against the plug inside him, sending jolts through his body as he did so. He laughed quietly to himself. He loved this, his own private session with the Ninja slave, the Elite jounin who was feared by so many. He knew about this man, he had made it his business to learn all about him. Knowledge was power, he lived by that rule. Maybe the man did not know who he was now, but that did not matter. The Lord was the one with all the power and he loved to exercise power. If he could do that over an enemy Elite Ninja and get immense pleasure out of it, more the better. And the best part of it was that his own people had no idea where he was, nor that he was alive. He laughed out loud then, and it became louder when he saw his victim shake at the sound of his laughter. He had taught this one to fear him, he fed on that fear and he wanted that now, not the docile one that had followed him into that room. He wanted the old slave back, the one that tried to fight him.

Finishing the drink he got to his feet and wandered over to the sling again, the flogger once more in his hands. Perhaps a little pain would bring that fight back. He went over to the box and dropped the flogger back inside it, this time he picked up a leather bound paddle. He walked to near his victim’s hips, pulled back his arm and began applying it hard to the naked buttocks. The Bitch had flinched violently with the first slap, jumping up on the chains holding the sling to the ceiling. He tried to pull away from the relentless slapping, but squirming was all that he could manage. There was a few second of relief when the Lord moved to the other side, but the slapping began on his untouched buttock. That stopped too, and the Lord moved to the box once more, he wasn’t finished yet. He picked up another flogger, thought this one had braided leather straps. This too he applied first to the already reddened buttocks, but knew he was not going to get much more of a reaction from that. The Bitch had stopped squirming. But a sudden hit over his chest had him trying to arch away from that, the Lord smiled he could see the grimaces on the mute man’s face, so he did it again and again, please to see the red welts marking the pale chest. Again he made another trip to the box, this time picking up a crop. He went back to the same position and with hurting intent, slammed the flap leather tip over the left nipple. The chains crashed with the legs and hips jumping up and falling down, a silent scream on the naked man’s face. Tears were leaking from his eyes, tightly shut. He repeated the action on the other nipple and got the same reaction, perhaps a little less violent.

Smiling evilly the Lord aimed his next attacks on the erection standing trapped by the ring. He slapped it more than a dozen times before moving his position, parting the long legs and moving between them. His victim, was reacting violently now, all the holding straps rattling as he tried everything he could to escape the man. He wanted to crush the man between his legs, but knew it would go worse if he tried. The plug was pulled roughly from him and the man pulled back, pleased that he kept his legs parted while he went to box fished out the lube and slicked himself up. He still held the crop in his hands as he moved back between those legs, pushed roughly inside the hanging man to the hilt, grabbing him by the hips after setting the crop on his belly, to begin a hard fast thrusting. He stood in place while the sling helped bounce the Bitch back and forth on his cock. He liked not to have to do too much work at this.
Pleasure and pain, that’s what he wanted.

The only sounds that could be heard was the chains clinking in a regular pattern and the grunts and groans of the Lord as he fucked the man hanging in front of him. He was going at a fast pace, he could go on for as long as he liked with his cock bound in the ring, just as the slave’s was. He didn’t care how long this took, but it was only about seven or eight minutes later that he was panting heavily. He slowed down and pulled out, his cock still as stiff as when he started, but his legs wobbling. He lurched his way back to the couch and collapsed onto it. He laid his head on the back as he worked to get his breath under control, grabbing a small towel to wipe his face of the sweat, then his chest as well. He looked over to the sling, it was still swinging a little, he could see the silver hair of the slave hanging down with a stiffness that was not affected by the sweat accumulating in it, sweat and tears. They were still leaking from his eyes.

The Lord smiled, he loved to see those tears. It meant that he had gotten through to the slave and he wasn’t finished yet. He poured himself another drink, and sipped on it while he got himself composed again. He used the towel to clean his cock as well, carefully wiping it up and down his stiff member which felt a little sensitive. He wanted to come earlier, but the ring had stopped all that. He knew his limits though, he’d done this before.

He got to his feet again and lifted another of the towels. He walked to the head of the slave. He wiped the tears from his face, then ran it down his neck and over his chest, admiring the marks he had left before. Moving further he lifted off the crop he had left on his belly before. He slapped it against his hand as he went back to the slave’s head. He ran his hands through the silver hair. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. The slave took a deep breath and sniffed. The Lord used the towel over his nose before tossing it away. “I said open your eyes!” he snapped the crop against his hand again.

The eyes snapped open and the body shivered. The Lord looked down in his eyes and rubbed and hand on the left side of his face. “Ah, if only you knew how to still use that lovely red eye of yours.” He smiled, “We wouldn’t be in this position. That beautiful face of yours would be all covered up and hidden from the world. But you can’t remember that can you, Bitch.” He squeezed at the face and let go. He could see the fear in the grey eye. Six years of abuse had taken their toll. The Lord smiled to see that fear. “Damn, but I could feed on that forever, but you are not mine, and Hirose would ban me from returning here to play with you…” He moved away, tossed the crop away, and returned between his legs after picking up the abandoned lube once more. “I do so much love fucking you and I like to watch what the others do to you, so this will have to be enough.” Slicking himself quickly he forced his way inside again and set another punishing pace. He was a fit man for his age, but he was finding it hard to last this time. He pushed himself as long as he could before reaching for the trapped cock bobbing in front of him. He fisted it once or twice before releasing the cock ring. That was all it took to have the slave cock explode and strings of cum flew out all over him and the slave. The second effect was for his body to clench on his own; quickly he reached down and released himself, cumming immediately with a scream his hands gripping the other’s thighs hard enough to leave marks.

This time he waited until his cock softened and slipped from the slave’s body. They were both panting this time and again the Lord wobbled back to the couch to collapse and clean himself up. He had more to drink and ate a little of the finger food that had been left for him. He kept his eyes on the shivering body hanging before him. Apart from the slight shaking and still a few tears from his eyes, the slave was no longer moving. The chains and straps were still and quiet.

Beside the pile of towels which he had again used to clean himself off, there was a robe which he rapped around himself. He found the intercom buzzer and pressed it. In moments Masaki was there.

“My Lord, is there something wrong?”

“No, I’ve had enough. He didn’t want to fight me enough this time. It’s no fun when he doesn’t fight. I only hope the other’s can get some action out of him.”

The Lord left the room and Masaki looked over at the slave. He knew the Lord knew where to go and didn’t need him to escort him back, so he went over to where the slave hung. Moving to his head he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head up.

“Damn you Bitch. If you bring down the reputation of this establishment Hirose while whip the skin off your body. And if he doesn’t I’ll find a way to do it myself. I’m working on a deal to get in with the Lord, you mess that up…” he tossed him away making the sling creak and rattle. “I’m not taking you down Bitch; I’ll send Shichi in to take care of that.”

He walked out.

Shichi came a little while later with another of the bouncers and carefully took him down from the sling. He knew the mute slave would not be able to move on his own, and when the other gave him a large towel, he wrapped him up in it and picked him up, moving out of the room.

He settled the Bitch onto his bed in his small room, then hurried to find Iruka.

“The Bitch is back in his room.”

“Shichi, what’s wrong? You look worried.”

“The Lord usually has him for much longer than this, and there’s usually a lot more marks than there is…”

“But that’s good isn’t it?”

“No. This is a Lord, Iruka. He comes here just to play with the Bitch. If he’s been disappointed, it could bring down the reputation of the house. Hirose wouldn’t like that.”

“He’d hurt the Bitch for that, wouldn’t he?”

Shichi nodded.

“There’s no use worrying about that right now. Go back to your work, Shichi. I’ll look after the Bitch.”

Again Shichi nodded and he turned leaving quietly. Iruka hurried upstairs wondering what he would find. Hearing him say something about marks had him worried.

He was still wrapped in the towel and Iruka could see that he was shaking as he lay all curled up tightly. When he got closer he could see that it was not just shaking from fear as he had seen before. The man was silently crying. It tore at Iruka’s heart. He didn’t care if anyone saw him; he went to the tormented man and took him into his arms holding him, letting his head rest against his chest as he ran a hand gently through his hair.

“Oh Kashi, shh,” he kissed him lightly on his forehead. “I’ll get you out of this hell hole I promise. You’ve just got to hold on a little bit longer. Shh.” He kissed him again still petting his hair. “I’ll get you home. I swear I’m not leaving here without you.”

He didn’t know how long he sat there soothing the broken man. But he did feel when he had fallen asleep. Very gently he went about cleaning him up, glad to see that the marks were not that bad, none had cut the skin of which he was very happy. He left him wrapped in his blankets sound asleep.

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