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Kakashi wakes slowly, consciousness returning in patchy bits as though emerging through a thick fog.
He’s still blindfolded, he realises. Still strapped facedown on the padded bench which Obito had bent him over God knows how long ago. His arms are bound behind his back, wrist to opposite elbow, and his legs are held apart, strapped to the bench so that his ass is the highest part of his body, exposed and vulnerable.
His body is sore from top to toe, jaw stiff with a gag wedged between his teeth. His buttocks are still throbbing from the strokes of the cane which Obito had used on him earlier.
His ass aches fiercely, stuffed with a thick plug which is pressing hard against his prostate. Kakashi wriggles a little, trying in vain to dislodge it.
As though on cue, the plug begins to vibrate hard. Kakashi is so sensitive, he writhes in his bonds, screaming hoarsely around the gag as he tries to escape the sensation.
There’s no reprieve for him. The stimulation against his prostate is relentless, and Kakashi’s cock begins to dribble out a stream of clear slick, adding to the substantial puddle under him.
“Having fun without me, Kakashi?”
Obito is back. Kakashi tries to beg to be released, but can only make unintelligible moans and grunts around the gag.
The intensity of the plug’s vibrations kick up a notch, and Kakashi wails into his gag, sobbing from the overstimulation.
Eventually, Obito takes pity on him, and turns it off. He comes around the front and unbuckles Kakashi’s gag. He closes his jaw slowly, groaning at the stiffness. A straw nudges against Kakashi’s lips and he drinks thirstily, only getting a couple of sips before the water is taken away.
“Can- can you let me out now, Obito?” Kakashi asks hesitantly. He knows from experience that Obito can be set off by the smallest things, and simply asking the wrong question can warrant a punishment if it’s one of his bad days. The last time, Obito had put a cuff on Kakashi’s balls and spanked them till Kakashi cried.
There’s silence in response to his question. Then, his blindfold is taken off, and Obito is looking at him with that curious red-and-black eye of his.
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.
Why did he want to be released, again? This was what Obito wanted from him, so of course he should want it too. All he wants is to make Obito happy.
Obito likes when Kakashi asks to be fucked.
“Obito, I need you,” Kakashi whimpers. “P- please fuck me? Want your come in me.”
He arches his back, trying to present himself to Obito.
“My baby is so needy, isn’t he?” Obito says, petting Kakashi affectionately. “Well, since you asked so politely, I happen to have a present for you.”
From thin air, he produces a slender rod of shining metal. It looks to be around eight inches long, maybe a quarter of an inch thick, and intimidatingly ridged.
The next moment, Kakashi finds himself on the bed. Obito sits leaning against the headboard, legs spread.
Kakashi doesn’t need an invitation; the routine is familiar by now. His arms still bound behind him, he shuffles forward. Once he’s close enough, he bends down to unzip Obito’s trousers with his teeth.
Nudging Obito’s cock free, Kakashi gets to work pleasuring Obito with his mouth as best as he can. It’s difficult without the use of his arms, but Obito doesn’t make a move to help him.
He likes Kakashi to serve him like this, enjoys it when Kakashi gags and chokes around his cock. When Obito’s satisfied, he pulls Kakashi up by his hair, turns him around, and pushes him down onto his front. With his hands on Kakashi’s hips, he pulls him up and back to arrange Kakashi on his knees, chest pressed to the bed.
Obito removes the plug unceremoniously, tossing it to the side as he thrusts deep into Kakashi. Without giving him time to adjust, he begins fucking him roughly. It’s too much for Kakashi’s aching passage, and he buries his face into the bed to muffle his whines.
Though the plug is large, Obito is thicker and longer. His cock spreads Kakashi wider, deeper, and Kakashi already knows he’ll be feeling this for hours. Obito’s cock pummels Kakashi’s tender prostate with each thrust, and Kakashi feels himself beginning to stiffen involuntarily.
Suddenly, Obito’s pulling him upright. Chest pressed to Kakashi’s back, he sits back on his haunches with Kakashi on top of him, his cock buried deep.
“Let’s try out your new toy, shall we?” Obito asks. He grips Kakashi’s cock in one hand, the metal rod in the other. Kakashi eyes the rod apprehensively as Obito brings it to the head of his cock, and proceeds to push it into his urethra.
It burns as it stretches his cock open, and Kakashi’s breath quickens, eyes watering. He shies away from the pain reflexively, hips pressing back, but that only forces Obito’s cock deeper in his ass. The rod moves steadily deeper, ridge after ridge, bump after bump.
Tears run down Kakashi’s face, and he’s trembling uncontrollably in Obito’s lap. But Obito wants him to take this, so he will take it.
After what feels like an eternity, the entire rod is finally seated in him, just the end of it peeking out at the tip of his cock.
“Look at that, Kakashi, your slutty little cock was so hungry, it took the entire thing! Don’t you like your new toy?”
Kakashi’s throat is tight. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out.
Obito takes Kakashi’s cock in hand and strokes it, calloused hand sliding up and down his length. The pressure from Obito’s hand pressing against the ridges of the rod stuffing his cock full is too much. Kakashi feels as though his brain has short-circuited. He can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything as Obito strokes his cock, pinching the head cruelly.
“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Obito asks, as he cups Kakashi’s balls in his hand and squeezes. “Or do you need to be reminded of your manners again?”
Kakashi squeals at the pain, trying to gather his wits.
“Th- thank you, thank you, thank you!” he chants frantically. He wants to be good for Obito. He doesn’t want to make Obito punish him again.
“Why don’t you show me how grateful you are, hmm?”
Kakashi feels totally drained, but he forces himself to move, raising slowly up on his knees and fucking himself back down on Obito’s cock. Tired as he is, his legs aren’t cooperating well. Obito quickly gets impatient; he pushes Kakashi forward so he’s face down ass up again, and ruts into him brutally.
Kakashi, exhausted and overstimulated, can do nothing but drool mindlessly into the sheets as Obito uses him for his own pleasure.
Obito presses in to the root, shooting his semen deep into Kakashi before pulling out.
Once released, Kakashi slumps. His ass gapes wetly, swollen and red.
Obito glances around for the forgotten plug, but doesn’t see it. Oh well. He fashions a new one out of wood and presses it into Kakashi, who’s fallen asleep.
Kakashi whimpers at the discomfort, but doesn’t wake.
Obito eyes the sounding rod, which has slipped out a little from Kakashi’s flaccid cock. He pushes it back in, settling it deep, then retrieves Kakashi’s cock cage and puts it on him, securing the rod into place.
Satisfied, he steps back to admire the sight Kakashi makes – messy silver hair splayed out on the sheets, bound, plugged, and caged.
He swirls away with Kamui. For now, duty calls.
He already can’t wait to return to Kakashi.