Please Niisan - Chapter 2
Sighing a long sigh, Madara Uchiha droned into the home him and his younger Uchiha family members shared. It was a long day of work he had endured and he loosened his tie as he stepped out of his shoes at the door before stepping into the house; not wanting to drag in the trouble of work into the peaceful home.
Going to the living room, he saw Itachi's discarded jeans and boxers along with Sasuke's leather pants. Looking at the chair that stood in the middle of the room, Madara saw there was a large splatter of white fluid on it and shook his head. "They're at it again. And without me nonetheless!" he half chuckled.
The sound of water running in the bathroom was heard and Madara went to inspect. On the way he began to remove his clothes in small bits. First his tie, then his jacket, followed by the white button-down shirt and on until he was in only wearing his red boxers.
Deep down he wasn't a real pervert and was only going to use the second shower, but his curiosity ended up having him peeking behind the curtain of the occupied shower. The hot water flowing over Itachi's body in a constant lapse made Madara moan inwardly. Itachi threw his head back, letting the water caress his face; he was completely unaware of the fully experienced Sharingan user peeking in on him.
"Itachi-san" Madara said, keeping his voice void of the desire that was building up inside him. Itachi jolted slightly before turning his head to face his watcher.
"Madara-sama, you're back from work earlier than I expected"
"From what I saw in the living room, you weren't expecting me for some time" the older man said, slowly removing his underwear as he spoke. Itachi's heart skipped a good four beats and he thought of talking his way out of this. Madara hated when he and Sasuke had their fun without him being present to watch or at least hear.
Stepping into the still running shower, Madara leaned closer to Itachi, making the younger Uchiha press his back against the cold linoleum wall and look away, his cheeks a faint flush of pink. "Look at me, Itachi-chan" Madara ordered in a commanding tone. Reluctantly, he did as he was told, his eyes meeting the fiery red yet somehow cold eyes.
"I was going to clean up in the living room before you returned. Sasuke was going to be whipped and given one more round of sex beforehand since I thought I had more time" Itachi reasoned. With every word, Madara leaned his head in closer and closer to Itachi's face. Time seemed to had stopped when warm lips met slightly trembling lips before it was instantly broken.
"None of your excuses Itachi-dorei. You should've cleaned up you and Sasuke's spilled seed afterwards. You must keep things in order as if I could be home any minute. Now, what do you think your punishment should be?" Madara asked, putting a hand under his nephew's chin and staring intensely into his eyes. A small sound came from Itachi's throat...it was a whine.
He loved Madara very much, not just as a family member, but also as his Seme. Yet the punishments that were dealt always left him in a condition where he would toss away his cold tendency and find himself sleeping in Madara's bed, clinging onto him like a timid child. Warm fingers slipped around Itachi's member and he gasped loudly. "now then, I think your punishment should be a new one I've been reading up on" Madara whispered into Itachi's ear.
"W-what kind is it?" he asked softly.
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Itachi found himself in Madara's room, laying face up on his large bed. His wrists were tied to the bedposts above his head and he was still naked from his shower. His eyes glanced over the barely lit room in terror, nervous about his fate. His heart began to pulse faster with each passing second. Madara came from his closet, now wearing a red robe to cover his naked self. In his hand was a red silk fabric. "you look so delicious like that, Itachi-dorei~" Madara purred, climbing onto the bed near his captured captive. Itachi huffed and looked away. He then felt the silky fabric get placed over his eyes and tied securely behind his head.
"M-Madara! What's going on?!" the younger Uchiha shouted. The feeling of Madara leaving the bed came soon afterwards, followed by the sound of a match being struck on a matchbox. The sent of the freshly lit item burned Itachi's senses and he grew worried. Was his uncle going to burn him? several seconds ticked by and nothing had happened. For a small moment, Itachi felt relieved. But then something dripped on his stomach. At first it felt like water, but the burning sensation that came not a second later is what made him howl.
"Madaraaaaa!!" he cried, squirming around some. Madara chuckled evilly.
"Aw, does it hurt?" he asked sarcastically. In his hand was a lit red candle and he was holding it over Itachi to let another scorching drop touch his skin. This one fell on his chest, making Itachi groan bitterly, only to hiss at the next drop that landed on his right nipple.
"Itaaaiiii!!" he hissed angrily. It wouldn't have hurt so much if he could see where the wax would fall and prepare himself. But with his eyes covered, he knew not where the drop would fall...or when it would! "Stop squirming around. If you get a single drop of this wax on my silk sheets, you'll be sorry!" Madara scolded, getting onto the bed and sitting on Itachi's thighs to hinder how much he could writhe around. The sudden sensation of weight on his legs made Itachi quiver just before another burning drop of red wax dripped just above his navel. The drop didn't harden fast enough and collected inside the navel, burning the sensitive skin inside. Itachi bucked his hips in desperate agony.
"Please Madara-sama!! N-No more!!!" he screeched.
"Hm, I think a few more times and your punishment will be over. Itachi whined in protest, but yelped when he felt another searing hot drop of wax drip right below his navel. Madara reached a hand down and took Itachi's milky white member into his hand and gave the head a few rubs over with his thumb. The blindfolded Uchiha's face grew warm from blushing with embarrassment. From behind the blindfold, Itachi's eyes held back a few tears; he knew what was going to be burned next and he knew it would hurt like nothing he'd ever experienced before.
"Now then Itachi-dorei, tell me where you are going to be punished next" Madara's deep and cruel voice asked, feeling his panting nephew's penis slowly getting harder due to his thumb still rubbing over the sensitive tip. Trembling, Itachi spoke up.
"I...I'm going to be punished on my penis, Madara-sama..." he breathed.
"How?"
"Y-you're going to drip h-hot wax onto it, Madara-sama..."
"Good boy" he said, noticing Itachi was now fully hard. He held the candle over the head and watched as a large amount of wax began to melt, seeming to be eager to land on its target. Itachi bit his lip and waited in the deafening silence. Finally, the drop fell and found its target, right on the very sensitive tip of Itachi's rock hard penis.
Itachi let out a loud scream of pain that was mixed with the horrible frustrated feeling of being broken. The scream was a symphony to Madara's ears as he blew out the candle, his hand still around Itachi's penis. He was squirming as much as he could, writhing as the burning feeling seemed to travel deep into his member and staying there, melting him to the very core.
Setting the candle aside, Madara undid the restraints around Itachi's writs and pulled him into his lap, making Itachi's legs straddle around his body. Still not able to see, the broken boy felt his flesh against smooth and soft flesh. When did Madara get naked?
Forcefully positioning him, Madara made Itachi except his large penis into his unprepared behind. Itachi howled and hung onto the person he both loved and at this moment hated. "Tell me how naughty you are, Itachi-dorei" Madara purred into his ear.
"I'm very naughty, Madara-sama!!" he cried, wrapping his arms around Madara's body and resting his head on his shoulder, tears slipping from his eyes as he sobbed gently. He leaned up and pushed himself back down onto the massive penis, making the elder Uchiha moan softly in approval. The burning sensation had not yet let up and poor Itachi was pulling and pushing himself faster, his small entrance being painfully stretched. Before long, he heard Madara moan and quickly lifted himself off his member, white fluid spurting out and onto the bed sheets, but not into Itachi's rear. Disappointed, Madara flipped him over his semen covered lap and landed ten firm swats on his pale behind. Now the burning sensation was on both Itachi's behind and his penis.
"Now go clean up the mess you left in the living room. You may do whatever you want only after that is taken care of" Madara semi-scolded, ripping the blindfold off of Itachi's eyes. Rubbing his reddened bottom, Itachi shakily left Madara's room, shutting the door behind him.
Itachi was ashamed, broken, and sore...
To be continued...
