This is actually a new chapter not one I'm just republishing. It's violent, it's disurbing. It's copied and pasted from gdocs so the fonts mildly retarded, but I'm miserable today anyways so... Enjoy :D
Chains Chapter 3: A Deal
Sasuke knelt on his hands and knees, face impassive, Itachi stood behind him looking down, smugly, on all the cum and blood that leaked from the abused rear entrance, he felt himself growing hard just at the sight and wondered if he should mount the boy a fourth time.
He continued to survey, smiling at how well the little uke had learned, he still maintained the proper mounting position despite how exhausted he must have been and despite the pain that was certainly plagued him. As he picked up the whip Itachi wondered how long his little brother could hold out. Then he wondered why he bothered wondering, he'd find out, "I'll make a deal with you, Love," Itachi smiled, "if you can stay like that and endure my torture until sundown, I won't make you meet this boy whore. Sound like a deal?" Sasuke looked towards the window, the only one on this entire floor. It would be dark in about an hour he presumed, so slowly he nodded, apprehensive but desperate.
"Great," Itachi laughed cheerfully, "Let's get started, he drew his arm back and the 'Snap' of the whip resounded across the room like thunder, as simultaneously a fresh line of red appeared on Sasuke's scarred back. There were dried tears on Sasuke's face from before but no new ones appeared, and the pet's face remained dry though the whip lashed out again and again. The boy's stance did not waver though his arms were beyond numb, his knees beyond sore. Instead the raven-haired youth focused on the sound of his brother's voice.
"I don't understand why you're so reluctant to meet him," the conversational tone of Itachi's speech was at odds with his eyes which glinted with glee as the blood welled up around his twelfth lashing. 'Snap' 'Crack' 'CRACK!'. Sasuke's knees wobbled dangerously as his brother laid an unforeseen trio of lashes across the back of his thighs. The switch from back to thighs was unexpected and unexpected made it hurt worse. He fought back a pained exclamation and somehow managed not fall, not even onto his elbows. This continued but by the thirtieth lash Itachi figured it was time to try a different method to win this game.
"Are you scared of what'll happen if you talk to this one? Maybe he'll end up like Candy-striper, at a loss for words…"
Sasuke whimpered at the memory, he didn't understand how Sakura was still alive nonetheless sane enough to treat his brother's other victims. He remembered the look on his brother's face as he had been punishing her and that look had scared him more than anything else he had seen that awful day. It had not been pleasure and excitement, but rather cold fury:
"So you want to tell my pet to be his own master?" Itachihissed, they were in a room clearly modified for torture, the lush furniture spoke of days where others had come to watch the show, days Sasuke desperately wanted to forget. But today they were here for a different reason and the only one sitting on the couch looking at the stage was Sasuke, watching as Itachichained Sakura down to the display table and lit the fire place.
"Brother please," Sasuke had begged, "You're my master, she won't say otherwise again," but he had remained seated as he pleaded the guarantee of a punishment greater than death if he should he disobey that order enough to ensure his compliance on that matter.
"I know she won't," Itachi growled, "You're VERY right about that." The fire was blazing now and Itachipicked up the fireplace poker with a sharp, angry movement laying it directly in the flames to heat up. Sasuke's blood turned to ice. Upon arrival Sakura body had been flawless, but now she was a mess of scars and scabs, she laid face up, on the table, staring around the room mortified, sobbing past the gag in her mouth.
Itachipicked up the poker which now glowed white hot, he dragged it along Candy-Striper's skin, not caring that her screams were gagged, possessed by anger not passion. He moved it as slow as dripped molasses, watching the vicious third-degree burn blisters appear with only a hint of satisfaction. He started at the top of her body, caressing her cheek, tracing her breast, but then he drew it lower. Her body was held tight by the shackled and straps, Sakura could not escape. The metal was still hot even by the time he reached the junction between her thighs and as he pressed it into her nether lips her screams, even though she was gagged rang out louder than ever before. Her legs were trapped wide and she could do nothing to stop him as he ever so slowly pressed the burning hot metal into her cunt.
"If you look away I will make this worse" Itachiwarned but when he looked up he saw Sasuke on his hands and knees, face turned to the ground as he vomited uncontrollably. "I warned you," Itachisneered simply before abruptly yanking the poker out shredding Sakura's inner cavity with the hooked end of the house-hold item turned torture device.
The screams and sobs now were primal and inhuman, far more like a maimed animal than a 20 some odd year old woman. The blood poured out as Itachiangrily tossed the poker aside. Leaping off the stage he snatched up Sasuke by his hair and dragged him back with him to the stage. He grabbed a vibrator and dipped it into the blood for lubrication, then switching it on he yanked up the dirty t-shirt that was all Sasuke wore and shoved it deep inside his anus. Then he dragged him closer and pressed the twelve-year-old boy's face into the mutilated crotch. "Now eat," Itachiordered his pet, shoving the vomit marred face deeper in case his point wasn't clear, "Eat until you cum or else you're next."
The memory made Sasuke want to vomit again; he did not want to see another living soul in his life if that's what would happen. He fought to maintain his position, strengthened by his memories of Sakura, his brother had disregarded the whip in favor of a vibrating dildo, which Itachi shoved in roughly into the slick abused ass and then cut it on. An orgasm would surely send the boy to his knees he thought. Then kneeling he placed clamps on the boy's nipples. Sasuke held out a long time but after Itachi removed the vibrator and inserted his cock you could see the boys arms start to wobble.
"Ugghhh," Sasuke's face was momentarily overtaken by a moment of bliss before he caught himself. It was too late however; Itachi had found that wicked bundle of nerves. Itachi developed very good aim then, and the pleasure weakened his pet's knees. Sasuke's nails clawed at the floor beneath him, but as he looked he could still see the sun sinking painfully slowly.
Then he felt his brother's touch massaging his cock and he could barely keep from losing it. Sex with his brother had never been this good. An explicative was torn from his throat as he fought back tears from the intensity of the pleasure.
Itachi slid out of him before crashing in again to the hilt; he took his free hand and forcefully turned the younger boy's mouth to meet his in a passionate kiss. Sasuke's body was betraying him as his lips opened and panted for more, his thoughts were incoherent from pleasure, a pleasure that built and built until Sasuke thought he would burst. Suddenly the elder was off of him, and Sasuke moaned wantonly from the loss of sensation. He couldn't see through the desire as he felt his brother's hand caress his dick again and he arched towards the touch only to curse inwardly as he felt the familiar device slide into his slit. It fit snugly inside of him and the vibrator would keep him from coming.
"No," he moaned as Itachi mounted him again, the sociopath cut on the vibrator and Sasuke cried out as he thrust wildly into his brother's hand, frenzied even though he knew that so long as the device was in place he could not cum. "Please take it out!" he begged as he moved erratically. He was almost beyond words as the pleasure turned agonizing with the need for release.
The pain grew as the minutes passed and just before the sun had set in its entirety (by which point the raven-haired boy was sobbing from the agony of his brother's torture) Itachi reached and in one swift movement removed the vibrator. Then he laughed as Sasuke came hard falling onto his face as his legs and arms gave out without even the strength to roll over onto his back. He lay there panting flushed and sweating in a pool of his own white nectar.
Victoriously Itachi crawled over and licked a drop of the still warm liquid from the raven's cheek, "I win," he whispered before rising to his feet and leaving Sasuke laid out there silent but for the tears that fell from his eyes.