Slave of Sensation

Snap.

Venomous white fangs dug into a black panted thigh tearing the material upon their puncture; third wound from sharp poisoned teeth. The body it belonged to emitted a short hard breath - a partial scream; but the slimy, scaled creatures around him had him in tight grasp, restricting the flow of oxygen. The raspy cry soon ended abruptly in a wheeze and choke. A foot fumbled forward but he remained standing, for now- drawing breaths in a struggle with his head tipped back just a touch. There were four of them. Snakes, all highly venomous and quick. All coiled around him with their serpent hisses ringing in his ears, and the sound of constricting flesh. They slithered and curled about his torso and around his neck; about his legs and arms, immobilizing him quiet well and bending his body to their choosing. It was no genjutsu that had him in hold. Real snakes were cutting off his passage of air; cutting down his ability to move; causing him to be otherwise hopeless, and that poison from those razor-fanged teeth worked rapidly through his veins.

Cold, sadistic laughter rolled through the stifling enclosure. The Uchiha's head tipped upward just a bit and lips parted with a quiet plea for air. His breath was heavy, but he controlled it to the best of his will. Sasuke kept calm; calm and composed... As calm as he could be in a situation such as this, although there was a slow cold panic threading its way beneath the outer layer of skin. Orochimaru, no doubt, was well aware. Twin golds were watching the boy from his nook of shadows in the corner; devilishly pleased by the site. Sasuke had little doubt this was going to end here. No, Orochimaru would take his time. Savor every second of this new development. This boy who was always so strong, so holier-than-thou. Thin brows furrowed. Sick bastard, he spat mentally. It was hard for the Uchiha to wrap his mind around this - the concept that Orochimaru had gotten him by surprise in such a way. He was quicker that this. A reason, there had to be a reason. However reason was fading, alongside his ability to think clearly; and as the poison was settling in, that layer of cool level-headedness began to peel away with each rapid heart beat.

"The death adder," Orochimaru mused taking a slow step out from the corner.

Oh, this was good.

Sasuke's head rolled to the side. A sharp mark of struggle and panic began to filter through the ever-present calm expression. Muscles tensed in their attempt to move away from the slithering reptiles but to no avail. The boy squirmed at the feeling of cool scales against his bare chest as a tail slid under his shirt. Another slipped through the bow around his waist. Another slid down the backside of his pants, the tail easing between the pale soft globes of flesh. And that was where Sasuke's heart skipped a beat. His feet stumbled forward. His breath caught in his throat. Naked. In a matter of seconds. Slow, torturous seconds. Weak in the knees. It felt like his system was shutting down. No, it was. And bound in the snake’s grasp, the boy finally caved to his knees. Coals stared down at the ground for a minute.

“Haa- haa- haa-“

"You..." The Uchiha began in a deep raspy voice, "You sick fu--!!"

Words were cut short with the tiniest squeal before his mouth was bound by the snake around his one arm and neck. Don't panic. He wants you to panic. Do not panic. Sasuke could not, not. The tail of one reptile around his torso slid through those pale cheeks and pushed through that tight ring of muscle. They spread his legs divinely. He felt as if he were going to throw up - first his heart, than his stomach. And then everything else inside of him. His body jerked forward, knocking his forehead against the cold floor. Coals screwed tightly closed. He breathed, an attempt to grasp some form of self-control, but by this point it was a useless endeavor. The worm-like tail squirmed inside of him and made his body move completely on its own. Noises that he should never make formed in his throat. Arms bounded around his back, knees spread, and ass in the air. Orochimaru chucked. The slow paralysis of the snakes venom worked through his veins; the constriction of movement and air. He was completely at Sannin's disposal. Completely-- and the Sannin was so very pleased.

Orochimaru moved forward from the corner; but not close to the squirming Uchiha on the floor. Instead he moved towards the tabletop of candles and other such experimenting equipment and casually sat upon a chair at the end. A slender leg came to fold over the other knee and one hand brushed back long black locks. He waited silently and watched this beautiful sight before him. The lovely noises that one Uchiha Sasuke made with an adders squirming tail buried deep inside of him. The absolute helplessness that one Uchiha Sasuke displayed when the venom of such a creature began to infiltrate his system, attacking his nerves, oh yes, Orochimaru was very pleased. That strong and beautiful body, and boy who had a tongue as sharp as his sword was writhing on the ground in a nice coat of cold sweat, of fear, of panic -- and sinuously combined with pleasure; pleasure that the Uchiha would never admit. But oh – Orochimaru grinned – he would be admitting it tonight.

"Did you know, Sasuke-kun, that the death adder injects 40 to 100mg of extremely toxic venom per bite," he began his golden hues locked on that boy.

That boy who squirmed so well, his heart was beating so fast within his chest, Orochimaru could tell. The sannin silenced for a moment and watched as the worm-like tip of the snakes tail wiggled inside the Uchiha. Slowly it pushed in a little further – thick, slimy, and covered in scales. The boy could barely move on his own any longer. It was as if his body and his mind were completely separate. As the tail worked its way deeper inside of him, he felt that squirming tip brush by a spot inside of him. Torrents of pleasure tore through him. A heavy pant escaped his nostrils and he released and a long deep groan. It felt... so... so good. The boy shuttered and his stomach tightened. He breathed another hard pant. Sasuke wanted to vomit. He felt so disgusting. Orochimaru could only imagine how Sasuke was feeling now and what was going through that brilliant mind of his. Mind effected with not just the venom of these snakes but something else as well.

The Sannin rolled an ankle idly and rested his chin upon the inner palm of one hand. Things were coming along very nicely indeed. How did he get caught off guard like this? Orochimaru bet the Uchiha wondered this at one point. The answer was simple in the intake of his food. A drug, endowed with antibodies that fought off the lethality of the poison but kept the paralyzing effect and amplified the sensations. Nothing left but sensation.

"The death adder is a fascinating creature," he began again, "one of the only genus whose venom is completely neurotoxic."

His grin only grew as he watched the snakes curl around the boy in such a way to stimulate sensation and bend him to their desire. Malleable. Yes, Sasuke looked so malleable and tactile. Legs parted and a heaviness formed between them. The Uchiha did seem to be enjoying this. That worm-like knot in the adder's tail buried deep inside of him and moving just so; with slow, slow thrust like movements. Pretty perfect features twisted in frustration and pleasure.

"But, I bet a smart boy like you is wondering how you still have sensation if your nervous system is slowly shutting down…" Orochimaru finished and finally began to move.

A low groan was Sasuke's response; rough sounding, an attempt to express displeasure. Orochimaru chuckled. It was almost enamoring, and so very like him. So very like the Uchiha to still look tough and aggressive even with a snake-tail buried deep inside of him, squirming against the sensitive nerves, and coiled around him. Even with hard chocked pants pressing through nostrils - air deprived - and warm sweat dripping down his pallid skin. Even with the poison paralyzing his body and the drug amplifying the sensation; and that showed. It showed in the noises made. All Sasuke could do was use that sharp-witted tongue now.

The Sannin grinned as he made his way over to the boy; naked and vulnerable. It was perfect. Bony white digits trailed along the smooth flesh of his cheeks and down his spine, slithering like the snakes that bound him. His fingers were cold and even the smallest application of pressure sent shivers down Sasuke's spine and through his body. The boy's pant ended in a tiny whine. Yes, that was nice to hear, the Sannin mused as he rounded the young Uchiha and crouched down by his head. Messy midnight locks were dampened in sweat and his face buried against the cold floor. The elder brought a hand out with a quick snap and grabbed a fistful of hair. He contrasted the harsh movement with a cold thumb that brushed along a sweaty cheek. The movement whispered wordlessly; told the snakes around the boys’ mouth to shift away.

"You look a little troubled Sasuke-kun," Orochimaru breathed and pulled that face up just a little from the ground. His eyes were lidded and glossy, his lips full and warm, his cheeks kissed a faint rose, his gut felt hot, and his cock was thick and heavy. All he could feel was the sensation. Nothing but the sensation. All he could do was breath words, movement still impossible. Left here to beg and to plead for things he didn't want to want and things he shouldn't need to need. Revolting.

"Fuck you," he spat with a hard breath minutes later.

Orochimaru's ever-present grin curled deviously at the corners of his lips. Sasuke would stand his ground even when he was on his knees. He was a fascinating creature. Just as the adder was a fascinating creature. This perfect body, this beautiful boy, was his. The tail moved in a slow retreat as fingers tipped up under the young Uchiha's chin.

"Feels good doesn't it," the Sannin crooned shrewdly.

Those fingers held that face up; tightly bound in damp black. Serpentine golds watched; they watched the expressions change as the tail trust back through the boy's warm cavern of muscle. Lips parted to let out a cry of pain; a cry of pleasure. His breath caught in his throat for a second, and then he let out a squeal. A worm-like knot curled inside of him, pushing against that spot of nerves, that area of heightened pleasure. His body was so numb and heavy he could barely keep his eyes open; he could barely seal his lips. Another thrust - slow, but hard. He felt his gut tighten and cock throb. Saliva began to drip from the corner of his lips, down his chin and on to the floor. Sasuke drew in a jagged breath and shuttered. The thrusting stopped for a moment but the tail stayed wiggling inside of him. Cold waves of pleasure washed over his body; prickled over his warm skin and down his tight spine. Sasuke still wouldn't say a word, and that only amused Orochimaru more. They had all night, after all. He looked so beautifully pitiful.

"Privation," the sannin cooed into the shell of an ear.

His tongue slipped from between thin wide-spread lips and around Sasuke's neck. He could feel the vibrations in the young boy's throat. The shutters and gasps; the irregularities in his heartbeat. The paralysis had taken full effect over his body. His head lay in the palm of the Sannin. His body cradled by the snakes. All he could think was the fevering itch in his groin caused by the creature's thrusting - slow thrusting - inside of him. All he could feel was that knot in its tail pushing against his pleasure spot making his cock thick and dripping. His breath was uneven and raspy and saliva stringed off of his lips- rolled over the white flesh of a hand and dribbled to the ground. Orochimaru drew this out painfully slow - Sasuke knew just what he wanted.

A twisted 'mm' of absolute satisfaction fled Orochimaru's lips and he hissed into that soft ear, "Beg for me."

He felt nauseous; Sasuke did. A hot and forced exhale scorched his throat as the reptile slithered out and delved back in. Slowly a tempo was formed. Gradual retreat then thrust back in. Deep; filling the Uchiha to the point of breaking and all he could do was breathe out those noises; ample and sweet. A nice high-pitched squeak each time the tail hit that spot. He wanted to be touched so badly. He hated himself for that want. How could he not have noticed this drug? How -- a whine interrupted his thoughts. He gave a sharp intake of breath to try and recollect the saliva dribbling down. It was useless. He could do nothing but speak, and that hard piece between his legs was speaking loudly in his mind.

"You – haa - fucking..." bastard, you repulsive snake. He felt the reptiles move about him, curving his body to Orochimaru's liking. A cry came through those lips wide open as the thrusts began a crescendo. Oh god... The Uchiha's chest tightened, his stomach tightened, and warm jolts began hitting his groin. "Aah—ah—I--haa--"

Thrust…

Thrust…

Thrust.

Scream.

The Sannin smirked, inhaling the flavor of the scenery. Soon, he thought. It would come. Soon. Orochimaru could be very patient when he wanted to be. The build up was lovely. His other hand rose to gently brush through wet locks watching the boy writhe in pleasure; scream in agonizing yearn - elongated cries, squeals, whines, and dashes of obscenities. Here was the great avenger, on his knees, all wanton and drooling. It was quite the sight to behold. Precum flowed from the tip of his hot throbbing cock now; his balls full and heavy and skin warm. Warm skin that was so easy to mold to his desire. Orochimaru leaned in a little further pressing the cold skin of his chin into a shoulder.

"They like you, Sasuke-kun," he spoke quietly, and his eyes watched that tail enter the boy with a hard thrust. He felt the vibrations in the boys’ throat upon those pleasured cries and that ever-calm voice now near whimpers - reduced to dry shrieks. Sasuke said nothing for a few minutes. He felt the sweat drip down his face. A drop ran down the tip of his nose. He felt the precum slide down his cock - the twisted voice whispering in his ear and the caress of cold flesh. He felt the snakes move around him with their scale-covered skin that created a strange sort of enjoyement- a grotesque thrill. Rough but smooth.

Finally the Uchiha spoke- quiet and gagged, "Please."

The very word made him want to spill his guts on the floor. The very thought of being so belittled by this man; by this opprobrious reptile. He felt the man shift just a touch; that laugher rolling in his ear. Slowly the hand bundled in sweat-soaked black moved away. The other hand cradling the young precious face stayed, as the Sannin's tongue moved from around his neck with a snap. A loud 'haa' was forced from the boy as he felt cold muscle around his hot need. Always so cold, and it was wet and felt as slimy as the snakes around him. It wasn't one of the snakes though. It was Orochimaru. Orochimaru was touching him. Orochimaru would be the one to make him cum. Sasuke's head was tipped up by the Sannin; lazy coals barely parted - lazy coals that peered through thick, black lashes at the twin golds. Sinking further... and further... down my stomach and into my gut... It was hard to breathe here, even now with a full supply of oxygen. He felt sick. In body. In mind. A digit slid between blossomed lips and covered it with stringy drool. It wasn't much longer that, with just that tongue wrapped around the base of his cock and nothing more - Sasuke had slowly began to beg.

Soft plea's for touch, "Aah -- Please..."

A satisfied hiss from the Sannin. A thrust from the snake’s tail. Sasuke's voice ended in a whine as he cried, "Haa..! Please...!"

The Sannin spoke again gliding his tongue over the hard dripping tip, "Please what… Sasuke-kun?"

His voice serenaded twistedly; a cool whisper into the warm space between the boys’ soft supple lips and his own. Sasuke huffed a groan. You fucking-- thoughts interrupted again. The tongue jerked, and knot trusted inside in just the right way to make him squeal -- lose any sense of rationality left within him. With a long moan and the words came out with little thought, "Make me cum-- Aah- I want to cum, please." his voice strained, "Please, I want to cum."

"Want," Orochimaru mused jerking the hard muscle between sweet, pale legs, "You want me to make you cum?"

A choke caught in his throat as he whined, "Haa -- yes."

Orochimaru chucked guiding the fingers which left damp locks down a smooth shoulder and gaze his chest, "I want you to cry, boy,” he mused, "I want you to scream my name."

Sasuke gasped with a hard grunt-- no.The friction -- the warmth that enveloped him and tormented over his body. His pants came faster, harder. The thrusts becoming more rough and more steady. Sensation. Privation -- the wonderful things it was capable of. Privation. The hard thrusts inside of him and smooth strong strokes of his cock. I wont! The boy breathed. He – hated himself.

"Orochimaru..."

The Sannin's grin deepened, "Louder," he whispered with a hard jerk. Eyes watched every fold in his expression.

Thump.

"Orochimaru," and he cried; he whined; and squeaked; and writhed; and his throat scorched with a strong, forced inhale. His gut was tightening and burning. He felt it... Slowly building in the pit of his stomach. His cock was heaving, weeping and dribbling. His body flashing from warm to a deep cold wash. He was--

"Haa-- Oh God... Aah--!!"

Sasuke’s voice was coarse and breath was heavy and-- "Aah'mm cumming----- Orochimaru--!" He screamed as hot, thick white seed splurged from the tip of his burning erection and over the long snake-like tongue that milked every last drop of seaman right out of him. The boy chocked as the tail abstracted itself from his body leaving him empty. Just that... empty. The snaked loosened their grip - the boy fell flat onto the ground. Orochimaru grinned, pleased. His tongue snapped back and let the snakes move away. Uchiha Sasuke lay flat on the ground. Naked; empty, violated and humiliated; panting - trying to catch his breath and keep away the feelings of disgust.

They were not through yet.

Those lankly white digits grabbed a soft forearm and tossed to boy from his stomach onto his back. The sannin moved his knee's to nudge against each side of the boys hips. He paused for a moment taking in the sight. His mouth still slack open, lips and chin covered in saliva; body coated in sweat. A tight firm chest heaved in unrythmically. Wonderfully defined abdomen jittered to keep down his churn of repulsion. Orochimaru moved silently - a hand over the side of one cheek and he cupped it deceivingly soft. His fingers dug into that flesh and thumb hooked under the boys chin jerking his face from its lull to the side.

"You cum so well, Sasuke-kun," he leaned in, "I think you should taste it."

There was no way to avoid it. Those cold thin lips pressed violently against the Uchiha's. Sasuke gagged and choked out a whimper. The bitter salty taste of his of seed and inhuman tongue invaded his mouth in a strong lock of lips. Cum, sweat, and saliva oozed down his throat and he had no choice but to swallow lest he choke on it. Good boy, Orochimaru chuckled deep within his chest and slowly moved away. He rolled to his feet and stood above the naked boy for a few moments. What a beautiful site he was. The sannin finally moved with a slow pivot and walked his way to the door, his snakes following.

"Good night, Sasuke-kun."