Paralyzed, Kakashi sat in his Beetle. In the meantime, a lot of activity had broken out in the industrial district, every now and then trucks drove past him, delivered something to the factories or picked up something different, on a construction site a few lots away, workers shouted instructions to each other over the noise of the machines, even the grumpy owner of the greengrocer's shop served an astonishingly high number of customers – but Kakashi didn't really see any of it. He stared incessantly into space, absentmindedly kneaded his hands in his lap and asked himself only one question: What the fuck?
Just a moment ago he had left the building so full of rage, now he felt nothing but disbelief. Through this contract, if you could even call it that, which he had signed with Madara Uchiha less than ten minutes ago, he had sold his body, his sexual integrity and his honour as a convinced heterosexual man. He had agreed to let this arrogant shitdick fuck him in the ass and mouth, to submit to him in almost every possible way, to give him power over him whenever he pleased. Only so that his father could live debt-free in the future and he himself would not be turned into porridge by Madara's henchmen.
Kakashi took a deep breath. He had to take Sakumo's words to heart: swallow and fight. In the truest sense of the words. He would go through with it. He didn't have a great choice either, because Madara had made it clear to him that a breach of contract meant its complete reversal. Simply put, if at some point he should cave in and refuse to do anything Madara demanded of him, everything he had done up to that point would be null and void and the debt would be exactly as high as it was just now. Maybe the wanker was aiming for something like that and hoped for Kakashi's failure so that he could get money AND sex, but Kakashi didn't begrudge him that much satisfaction. The guy would be surprised how stubbornly Kakashi could pull off something when it came to his pride. Well.. So.. When he thought of Rin.. But he had been in love then, had hoped for more, and therefore did not want to disappoint her. Here it was different. He would show no weakness in front of Madara, he swore to himself. This afternoon, the poof would see that he wasn't just a whiny boy.
They had arranged a first meeting to conduct the final negotiations on the remuneration of Kakashi's performance, to put a price tag on him, so to speak. Because Kakashi didn't see the point of fornicating himself for a paltry hundred lollies, which Madara thought was standard. He was worth more than that, and he would prove that to this bastard.
Resolutely, Kakashi started the engine, drove out of Cheetham Hill and aimed for a branch of Morrisons in the city centre. In the vegetable department, he stood unexpectedly nervous in front of the display of cucumbers and had the feeling that everyone around him judged him for what he was about to do. Others would have just grabbed some damn cucumber and moved on, but he picked one that seemed suitable to him. He didn't know what kind of cock Madara had, but his gut feeling told him that he didn't have to look for a corresponding training device at the mini carrots. And he preferred to practice on a larger piece before the effort was not worth it in the end. In addition to the cucumber, he bought lettuce hearts and bell peppers as an alibi, so that no one saw his basket and became suspicious, he also stocked up on canned tomatoes, bread and milk and stowed the bags in the trunk.
He then drove a few streets away to a gas station, fed his pocket rocket and paid for a fresh pack of cigarettes, a magazine of Just Seventeen, a few colorful chewing gums and a pack of condoms in addition to filling up the tank. He had never had to buy johnnies because Rin had always taken care of it, so he was shocked that the things were more expensive than cigarettes. So, it cost you more to use contraception during sexual intercourse than to play Russian roulette with your own health. Very meaningful.
Sakumo was not at home, the bed was untouched. Surely, he was loitering around in the arcade again and trying his luck. This time, Kakashi wouldn't get him. On the one hand, he wanted his father to do something about his debts, and on the other hand, he wanted to be unobserved in any case during what he was about to do. He cleared away the food intended for consumption and spread the rest on his bed. His first grip was on the Seventeen. He had been embarrassed to buy this booklet because it was actually aimed at girls, but it was exactly what he needed. While leafing through it, he found what he had been looking for: an article about what to consider during a blowjob. Kakashi wondered if he should thank coincidence or his fate that this instruction was printed in the current edition. As if the universe had only been waiting for it.
The tips were amazingly informative and he as a man could say that they would be helpful for sure. Pay attention to breathing, be careful with your teeth, use your hands and tongue in any case and not just move your head, take breaks to relax your jaw, but continue to lick and stroke in the meantime, change pressure levels on the shaft, pay attention to the reactions of the boy, or in his case man, and most importantly: suppress the gag reflex.
He was able to work with that. He put one of the condoms over the cucumber, which was quite difficult, since he had apparently bought a normal size and his test subject was rather above average, and held it in front of his face. This sight made him hesitate. God, what was he doing here? Was he really about to practice his mouthwork on a damned cucumber to impress a man who was pressuring him sexually because of his father's debts? Apparently. He sighed, shook his head briefly and opened his mouth. The span of his jaws was barely enough to accommodate the full circumference of the cucumber. Had he overestimated himself so much? This thing was no thicker than his own cock. If Madara had more than that, he would have a massive problem. On the other hand, Rin with her small face had also managed to suck him, so it couldn't be that hard.
He opened his mouth a little wider, felt a pull below his cheekbones, but was now able to put his lips around the cucumber without his teeth touching it. Immediately he tasted this disgustingly bitter note of the latex, which elicited a choke from him. Great start. He had to remind himself that Madara would certainly not wear a rubber during the blowjob, but he didn't want to put the cucumber in his mouth without protection. So, he ignored the taste, concentrated fully on the feeling. But well, the feeling wasn't any better. It was terrible. Everything about it was terrible. This thing was way too hard, way too thick, and way too long. He couldn't swallow the whole thing anyway, but even when it touched his suppository, he left a tooth impression as a control and looked at how much or little he had managed, he feared that he wouldn't be able to push his price higher than those measly hundred pounds. But fuck, how often he had to get involved with Madara depended on this training. He had to try something else.
He put the cucumber upright on the mattress, knelt in front of it and lowered his head on it. With each attempt, he got deeper, tried different breathing techniques, convulsively suppressed his gag reflex each time. After half an hour of pure up and down, he had managed twelve centimetres. With watery eyes and a sore stomach, but proud of himself, he looked at the last bite marks in the cucumber. That was doable, he thought.
Then he could now take care of the rest. Again, he put the cucumber in his mouth, but now held back with the length. Instead, he let his tongue glide along the grooved surface, pressed against it, rolled around it. He recalled how he preferred his blowjobs and transformed those notions. With his lips tightly closed, he created a vacuum, teasing the tip of the cucumber and at the same time rubbing his hand over the shaft, pushing the ring of the condom up and down.
Panting and smacking, Kakashi broke away from the cucumber and wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth. Yes, that wasn't too difficult either. Whether Madara would actually like it remained to be seen, but at least Kakashi couldn't say he hadn't prepared.
On to the next step. Without thinking much about it, he pulled off the drooling condom, put a fresh one on the unbitten side of the cucumber and undressed. However, when he was wearing only his underpants, he paused. He was seriously planning to shove a damn cucumber up his ass, wasn't he..?
He let go of the elastic of his underpants, which snapped loudly on his skin, and ran his fingers through his hair. Fear flooded his veins, choked his breath, drove the sweat out of his pores and made him tremble. Just the thought of anal sex made his ass cramp. He needed distance from this green monster, which lay innocently on the bedspread with its skin-coloured costume.
He rushed out of his room at a rapid pace, grabbed his father's cigarettes from the dining table on the way and stumbled out onto the balcony, where he almost fell over the railing and clung to the cold concrete with trembling arms. He rested his forehead on it and groaned loudly. He couldn't do that..
"Hey, Kashi, is everything okay with you?" asked a voice from the side.
Kakashi jumped up. On the neighbouring balcony, which was a few metres away from his, Kina hung on the balustrade, had her long hair in a messy bun, wore a sloppy and stained shirt that Kakashi had once seen on Gai, was without make-up and smoked. She looked at him worriedly. "Uh, yes..", he replied. "I just needed a break."
"From what?" she probed and dragged.
"Stuff." He just couldn't think of a lie that would have disguised the cause of his little panic attack.
"Mh," Kina said. "Did you just get out of bed?"
"No, I've been awake since seven o'clock and was on the road earlier."
"I'm only asking because you're running around in panties. Doesn't give the impression that you've already had contact with people today."
Kakashi looked down at himself. He had completely forgotten that he was half-naked. Embarrassed, he scratched the back of his neck. "I was much too warm." In truth, he shivered slightly in the balmy wind that cooled his sweat of fear. This summer was really brutally cold. "Besides, you don't exactly seem socially acceptable either." He took a cigarette out of the box and flipped it in Kina's direction, which made her examine her outfit as well.
"Oh, yes," she murmured. "I'm a late riser, you know. And what else are holidays for? Besides, I'm in no hurry to get out of bed in the morning. Dad and Gai fuck off very early and until they come back, I have nothing to do anyway." She dragged again. "Do you want to come over?"
"I can't, I still have to do something."
"What?"
Sometimes Kina was unnecessarily curious. And Kakashi didn't want to tell her what he was doing in his room for obvious reasons. "Don't stick your nose in my affairs, titch, or I'll bite it off," he grinned evasively.
"Heee, sorry for asking," Kina grumbled playfully and threw her butt off the balcony. "Do you need all day for this stuff? We could do something later."
"I have plans for later." Yeah, losing his anal virginity, fuck.
Kina crossed her arms, pouting. "Well, then don't. If you have better things to do than go to the Kitchen with me.."
"Oh, the Kitchen? If you had said that right away.."
"So, you want to?" Kina's eyes lit up.
"I never said anything about not wanting to," Kakashi shrugged his shoulders, stubbed out his own cigarette on the balustrade and said with an apologetic smile, "I'd like to do something with you, but I have stuff to do. But some other time, yes?"
"Saturday?", Kina asked directly.
"Saturday sounds good."
"Awesome. Then Saturday we two in the Kitchen, awesome. Will be nice."
"Why, did you forget how I dance?" laughed Kakashi.
Kina smiled, wrinkled her nose slightly and said teasingly, "No, that's exactly why I want to see it. I like to see you limping around like that."
Kakashi raised his middle finger. "Fuck you." He turned the gesture into a curt wave. "See ya." Kina nodded and they both went back to their flats. Kakashi returned to his experiment table and slipped out of his underpants. The nicotine and the short conversation with Kina had distracted him well enough, but his heart began to beat faster again as he knelt back on the bed and picked up the cucumber. Breathing the necessary courage, he positioned himself over its condomed tip and slowly moved his upper body into the depths. It penetrated him only minimally, but this tiny piece alone was enough for him to grimace in pain and groan in agony.
It didn't work that way. He rummaged out of his bedside drawer the tin with the Vaseline, smeared his rosette with a generous dab and tried again. This time it went better and he managed a little more, but it still burned like fire. Trembling, he supported himself on his pillow, bit his lower lip and sank deeper. It was as if his body was resisting it. His abdomen cramped, literally closed itself off from this monster. Every millimetre meant hellish agony for his ass. His fingers clawed into the pillowcase and he couldn't suppress a soft whimper. Something inside him begged him to stop. He should give up, cancel the contract and just risk the consequences. That was too much.
Before he could even think about whether he was physically capable of prostituting himself for Madara, he heard a click behind his closed room door. All of a sudden, Kakashi's breathing and heart stopped. He stared at the handle and listened intently, perhaps hoping he had only imagined it. But muffled footsteps sounded on the other side of the thin wall.
Kakashi hastily pulled the cucumber out of his ass, threw his duvet over the telltale utensils and sprinted to his underpants to get halfway dressed again, hopping on one leg. He had just pushed his foot through the hole when the door opened behind him. "Oh," Sakumo said. "Kakashi, why are you naked?"
"Man, Dad, knock!" Kakashi snapped over his shoulder, pulled the fabric over his butt, almost fearing that one could see that he had Vaseline between his ass cheeks, and turned around. "This is my room and I sometimes do things in it."
"Did you masturbate?"
"And if?"
"You know too much is not good for you," Sakumo warned.
Kakashi raised his arms accusingly. "Do you seriously want to have this conversation now, Dad?"
"I just want to help you, son," his father replied in a justifying tone. "Masturbation should be done in moderation, otherwise it will end in addiction." 'Ah, like with you?' Kakashi refrained from setting his thoughts to music. "It would be better if you released this pressure elsewhere. Do you have a girlfriend?"
Kakashi groaned annoyed, grabbed his sweatpants from the pile of clothes in the corner and put them on. "No, I don't."
"Kakashi, you're eighteen."
"That's right, I'm eighteen. Is that the maximum limit for being single lately?"
Sakumo's face became serious. "What's wrong with you? I just asked you a simple question. Why are you reacting so sensitively because of this?"
Kakashi really did and he was ashamed of it. He took a deep breath, calmed his panic that his father might find out what he had just tried to do, and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Sorry, Dad. Maybe I'm just ready for the holidays."
"Hm," Sakumo nodded.
There was a brief silence between them until Kakashi asked, "Have you won anything?"
Again, Sakumo's facial expressions changed, became stoned. "No."
Kakashi swallowed hard. "Listen, I know you don't want to accept my help, but I was with this Uchiha guy."
"Excuse me..?" Sakumo breathed in horror. "Why did you go to him?"
"Because I can't stand by and watch you break down, Dad. I had to do something. He told me how much you owe him."
Instantly, Sakumo turned away and walked, no, rather marched towards the living room. Kakashi followed him and continued to talk to him as little reproachfully as possible. "I didn't realize that your debts were so high. I thought I could sacrifice my savings and that would be enough, but it didn't. But Dad, you don't have to worry about that anymore. I took care of it."
The teapot crashed onto the stove and the glasses in the cupboard clinked as Sakumo aggressively searched for a cup between them. "Kakashi, I fucking told you not to interfere! This Madara is not a man to be taken lightly. What were you thinking when you went to see him?!" He turned around, behind him it began to whistle softly. "He plays unclean, you can't trust him. It was my mistake to borrow money from him, you have nothing to do with that!"
"Yes, I have!" As before, Kakashi revealed the now clearly visible spots on his forearms. "I've already told you that you're no longer alone in this. They threaten not only you, but also me! Don't you understand that? This is not about a loan of a few hundred doughs. Thirty-two fucking grand, Dad! How do you think, do you want to get this together within three days, huh?" Sakumo was silent over the penetrating whistling of the teapot. Kakashi nodded dogmatical. "Be honest with me and especially with yourself and admit that you can't do that. Fucking admit you need help, Dad! You can't do it alone, but I want to help you. I made a deal with this guy. I will pay off your debt to him."
"No, Kakashi.." Sakumo's low voice was almost drowned in the rumble of the teapot. "You can't work for him. He gags people with his contracts. You can't get out of it so easily."
"I'll get out of it by meeting the conditions and working until your debts are gone. I have no choice. Sorry, Dad, but I don't want to end up as their punching bag. So put your pride somewhere else and finally make your fucking tea, I'll get deaf at the noise."
It was four o'clock sharp. Kakashi had said goodbye to his father with the excuse that he wanted to meet friends before his shift at VoS and was now standing in front of the steel door with the brass sign. His father's factory was at the other end of Cheetham Hill and Sakumo wouldn't pass here, but Kakashi had parked his Beetle in a hidden parking garage in the centre to be on the safe side and had walked the distance up to here. He may were a bit paranoid about this, but he preferred to take all these measures instead of having to explain to his father that he had lied to him. Or worse: had to explain to him that he was being fucked by a man.
He took a deep breath and entered Akatsuki's office. This Konan sat at her desk again, this time typing something on the keyboard of her brand-new Amiga, which filled the room with a rhythmic clacking thanks to her long fingernails. She only glanced at Kakashi. "Madara is waiting for you."
Without replying or even knocking, Kakashi opened the door. The cigarette smoke tickled his lungs again, but in fact, unlike this morning, a window was open, so it wasn't quite as stuffy and the noise of the vehicles on the street wafted in. Madara Uchiha sat at his desk, which seemed even more chaotic than before. He had a cigarette hanging between his lips and was engrossed in some documents. He didn't even raise his head when Kakashi closed the door behind him and simply said, "Take your clothes off."
Kakashi's already simmering anxiety boiled up to his throat, where it mingled with his anger. No hello? No introductory conversation? But what did he expect, he was here to be fucked after all. With a racing pulse, he gradually took off every piece of clothing until he was left in socks. His restless gaze darted to the three windows. Across the street was another office building and people were moving behind the dirty windows on which the sunlight reflected. Could he be seen from over there? Could he even be recognized? Did any of these people know Sakumo and would blow the whistle on him? Shame flooded his face and he blinked away threatening tears. He was not allowed to cry now. Not here, not in front of this bastard.
Madara sighed in annoyance. Kakashi looked at him. He still didn't pay any attention to him, grabbed his phone, which was buried under many papers, and growled into the receiver, "Konan. Hashirama shall call me in ten minutes." He hung up again, extinguished his cigarette and immediately lit a new one. Then he stood up and for the first time his eyes wandered to Kakashi, who stood there stark naked and with an attempted expressionless face, waiting for something to happen. These blood-red irises scanned every centimetre of his body. Madara came closer and slowly circled him. Every twenty seconds there was a soundless exhalation and thick smoke enveloped him, making his legs tremble. The anxiety had meanwhile developed into pure fear.
Suddenly, cool fingers touched his ass cheeks and pulled them apart slightly. Kakashi failed to suppress a startled gasp and closed his eyes. "Was that your first attempt to shave?"
Kakashi nodded silently. His dry throat couldn't make any sounds anyway.
"Hm. Noticeable. You forgot a few patches. Next time I expect more precision from you."
A brief thought crept into Kakashi's brain. "Does that mean that our contract no longer applies?"
Madara in his back snorted, ran his thumb through Kakashi's crack – he clenched his hands into fists – played around his rosette, tickled the scattered hairs and replied grudgingly, "You would like that, wouldn't you? No. At least you did it, even if not well. I can see that you are inexperienced and still have a lot to learn. It's just well-intentioned advice to be more attentive in the future." Madara let go of his cheeks and slapped them gently. Kakashi started slightly. The tall, muscular figure of Madara pushed himself from the side into his field of vision. "You have a beautiful body, I have to admit. Konan didn't exaggerate with your 'tasty bum'." He formed goose feet with his fingers, and a few flakes of ash flew about. Should Kakashi feel flattered now..? Madara leaned against the edge of the table, half crossed his arms in front of his chest, took a drag on his cigarette and looked at Kakashi from head to toe again. His gaze lingered a little longer on his crotch and Kakashi thought he could see an interested twitch in the expression in front of him. In all the fear and anger and nervousness in Kakashi there was a hint of disgust, and not only because of what was about to come. Once again, it was his cock that interested people. He would have liked to hold his hands in front of it, after all, Madara didn't care about it according to his own statement.
"Before I decide how much you're worth to me, I want a taste," Madara said. He put out his cigarette in the ashtray, with some of the butts inside falling out, and began to undo his belt. "You claimed to have never interacted with a man. Was that a lie?"
"No, sir."
"Good." The zipper and button were opened. "Then I agree that I will award you twice as much for today."
Kakashi avoided answering a 'How generous', nodding instead. "Thank you, sir."
Madara pulled his black boxer shorts into the depths and revealed his cock to Kakashi. Kakashi would have expected Madara to be slick himself when he asked him to shave his ass all the time, but some black hair grew over a tool not unlike his own. This impudence that Madara displayed disgusted him. "Make me hard," Madara demanded without further ado.
Without looking him in the face again, Kakashi got down on his knees and gathered all his courage, all his strength, all his determination, and all his saliva. His trembling fingers gripped the flaccid penis and began to gently massage it. Hesitantly, he approached with his face, blinded the much too sweet smell of this body as best he could and tried a careful sucking on the glans. This feeling was absolutely no comparison to his training. There was no hardness here, not this bitter taste. Everything was so unfamiliar.
He opened his lips very lightly, sucked the glans further between them and nudged it with the tip of his tongue, pressed it under the few foreskin and let it vibrate there. With one hand he held on to Madara's thigh, with the other he worked without much force on the shaft, which gradually swelled. Little by little, he sucked more of Madara's member into his mouth, giving himself the necessary time to get used to the foreign body. He didn't even want to think about the taste. It was all so strange and subconsciously he wondered why girls liked to do it.
With every half centimetre that Kakashi took in, stopping in between and teasing, Madara grew bigger, harder, a single gasp came from above. To prevent him from accidentally looking up, and also to avoid having to see more pubic hair or cock, Kakashi closed his eyes. He focused fully on what his mouth and hand were doing, remembered the tips, and worked his way forward, playing with his tongue on the underside, feeling the elevation of the raphe and the veins there. He exerted more pressure, pressed the tip of his tongue deeper into the firm flesh, moved the skin back and forth a little with it. Another gasp, this time a little longer than the first.
Kakashi's hand stopped massaging, slid deeper, reached the root, where his fingers spread in the hair and his thumb closed tightly around the shaft, pushing it off slightly. Then he dared. He pushed his head forward, allowing more of Madara's length in him, squinted his eyes, held his breath and fought against an unwanted choking as the glans penetrated his throat. The third gasp was louder, choppier. That stroked Kakashi's ego a little and he would have grinned spitefully if his mouth hadn't been busy sucking. He withdrew a little, inhaled in a controlled manner through his nose as soon as his trachea was free again, created a vacuum and resumed the tongue play. A single twitch moved the dick. His lips moved further and further away from the root, his fingers loosened, and he put his tongue as wide as possible around the shaft, forming even waves. He felt the cock pull some of his saliva out of his mouth, which now ran down his chin and dripped onto his thigh. Just Seventeen could have written something about that – how you managed to swallow secretly, and so you didn't have to live with the shame of being a drooling fuckhole.
With a final smack, Madara's cock slid out of Kakashi's mouth. He took the opportunity to wipe his chin with the back of his hand so that he didn't squat there quite so humiliatingly. Then he dared to open his eyes again and saw Madara's now fully erect member in front of him. A damp rim showed him that he had managed almost two third of the length, but the thickness was comparable to his own, and that dampened any confidence in him. Such a todger meant that it would hurt. A sinking feeling spread in his stomach and he was about to get up, but Madara unexpectedly grabbed him by the hair and held him on the ground. "What do you think you do?"
"I should make you hard, and you are." Kakashi looked up. From below, Madara seemed even more arrogant than at eye level. His irises glowed greedily. "I changed my mind. Make me cum."
Kakashi's eyes widened in horror. He should let him cum..? With and IN his mouth?! He knew from himself how difficult it was to ejaculate through a blowjob alone. This required exactly the right technique and, above all, endurance. He never had that! He exhaled resignedly. If he refused, everything he had done so far was in vain. He closed his eyes again, held the shaft straight and opened his mouth. This time he went harder, almost a little impatient. He wanted to finally get it over with, go home, curl up into a ball in his bed and surrender to this irrepressible sense of shame that burned his arteries.
This time he moved his head more, which is why he kept unintentionally making a gurgling sound that was infinitely embarrassing to him. He rubbed the shaft with a firm grip, took it out of his mouth from time to time and kissed it only on the side, because his jaw hurt after some time, as prophesied. Whenever he circled the glans with his tongue, from which small drops of pleasure were already emanating, he heard this juicy smacking that his mouth made and sent disgusted shivers down his spine.
Again, he sucked in the member, just gently massaging Madara's testicles, when a loud ringing cut through the other silence. In surprise, Kakashi accidentally bit him, which earned him a slap on the skull. "Watch your teeth," Madara hissed. Something rustled and the ringing stopped. "Yes?"
Kakashi was overwhelmed. Should he stop? As if Madara could read his mind, his fingertips pressed into Kakashi's scalp, holding him down. Although he would have liked to take a break, Kakashi continued while Madara was on the phone, seemingly uninvolved. "Yes, I wanted to discuss something with you regarding the account."
Kakashi let his tongue dance.
"Mh-hm.. No.. No, Hashirama."
Kakashi sucked again.
"Who says that? I just can't stand it when a customer tells me that a check is not covered. … Yes. … Of course. … Are you kidding me?" Madara's fingernails scratched angrily over Kakashi's hair roots, pushing his head forward and thus his cock deeper into his throat. Kakashi clung to Madara's pants, desperately gasping for air. "I told you that last time. I don't tolerate such a thing. Let this be a final warning to you." With that, Madara thundered the receiver onto the phone and let Kakashi go. Kakashi moved away again a bit to be able to breathe better. A lighter clicked above him and Madara grumbled as he blew the smoke out of his lungs, "Such a damn wanker."
His lips still closed around the member, Kakashi dared a glance upward, met that of Madara, who was watching him incessantly, and immediately looked away again. The blush had visibly shot into his face and he didn't want to imagine what he must look like. Madara ran his fingers through Kakashi's hair and pulled his head slightly back without slipping out of him and Kakashi having to stop licking. From this position, Kakashi could not interpret Madara's facial expression. Madara took a drag on his cigarette, narrowed his eyes slightly and then rammed his hip forward.
Kakashi felt like he was suffocating. His stomach turned upside down, but the dick in his throat prevented the midday salad from sniffing oxygen. Blindly, his hands searched for support, rowed around, found Madara's pants and clawed into them, trying unsuccessfully to push Madara's abdomen back. The pelvis moved slightly, thrust this mass of flesh into Kakashi's throat several times and finally Madara let out a low, deep rumble and Kakashi felt a tickle in his oesophagus.
As quickly as he had rushed forward, Madara went away again. Kakashi gasped, choked, fell forward and vomited right in front of his knees, coughed it all out, vomited again. His lungs rattled, grateful for every painful breath. He felt snot running out of his nose, his eyes overflowing with tears and a mixture of spit, vomit and cum coming off his lower lip in a trickle. Very slowly he lifted his eyelids and looked at the contents of his stomach on the floorboards, which was a perfect reflection of his dignity.
"Wipe that up," Madara ordered into Kakashi's heavy breath. A box of tissues landed next to him. He removed the mud from his lips, swallowed, almost choked again, and began to clean. "And hurry up. I want to fuck you while I'm still hard," Madara commented from above.
Kakashi sniffed in response. He no longer had the strength to oppose this man in any way. Soon it was over. Soon he could leave. Just a little more. Only..
He closed his eyes, could feel this hodgepodge of liquids seeping through the fabric and wetting his fingers. So much for over.. The worst was yet to come. But he couldn't let that get him down. He would feel a much greater pain when he gave up.
"Hmm.." Madara grumbled. "You know what? Slow down. The sight of it appeals to me quite a bit right now."
Kakashi paused, but only seconds later he continued scrubbing. An unmistakable flapping told him that this bastard really jerked off as he knelt here and cleaned up his vomit. He almost made himself even more work as a result.
"Look at me."
Although everything in him resisted it, he raised his head. This view was terrible, and he inevitably knitted his brows.
Madara grinned dirty. "Yes, that's exactly the look I want from you. A small, defiant boy who doesn't want to do what he has to do. Sit down and make your legs nice and wide. Show me what you want to offer me."
Kakashi's lungs shook with restrained anger. He followed the instruction and presented himself to Madara like a willing hooker. Because shit, that's exactly what he was. Full of hatred, he stared at Madara from below, his eyes darting back and forth between his and his flaccid penis.
"Mhh, you really have a beautiful body." He laughed wickedly. "I can't wait to fuck that ass and see in that pretty face how much you like it."
As if to confirm his own words, Madara tensed his jaw, pumped faster and squirted Kakashi purposefully all over the torso. Kakashi flinched slightly when the scorching cum hit him. Not because it actually burned his skin, but rather because this physically present secretion confirmed that he had just become the jerk off template of a disgusting shitdick.
Madara's hand slowed down, only gently stroking his still stiff member. Kakashi simply had to ask himself how often this man could cum. He was afraid of evil. The bloody eyes glided slowly over Kakashi's body, following the trail of sperm on the pale skin until they reached the slate-coloured ones and narrowed slightly. "Lick it off."
The hairs on the back of Kakashi's neck stood up. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and ran his index finger over his stomach and chest several times, took the coarsest of the ejaculate from his upper body and stroked it on his tongue. Each time he shuddered. The stuff was disgusting, bitter and salty and so slimy. A realization spread through him that made him deaf. He had still hoped that this thing with Madara was all about ass fucking, but this action made it very clear to him that this was also and above all about a demonstration of power.
"Get up."
He pushed himself up, left his mind on the ground, made himself an obedient puppet.
Madara walked behind him, a cool hand pushing him forward and his upper body a little into the depths, where he supported himself on the edge of the tabletop.
"Legs wide."
Kakashi's socks slid across the smooth wooden floor.
"More."
A shoe hit his ankle and he spread his legs further. His gaze was directed downwards, where he saw between his feet a pair of black oxfords standing behind him. When he felt Madara's glans at his entrance, he pressed his eyelids shut, tensed every muscle in his back and tried to calm his pulse with thoughts of cooking. He should make cheese noodles again, which his father loved to eat so much.
The tip penetrated him a few centimetres. Madara groaned annoyed. "You have to relax, you're too tight."
He leaned forward, rested his battered forearms on the countless papers, buried his face in his fists and forced himself to loosen his ass.
Madara pushed himself further forward.
For cheese noodles he needed pasta, of course, cheese, preferably Gruyère, but it was so expensive, a small piece had to do.
The pain spread more and more. This pressure in his rectum was uncomfortable, as if he urgently needed to poop and couldn't hold it for much longer.
Diced ham, mushrooms, milk, cream, flour, butter and onions.
Madara spat on his greatly stretched rosette, held his hip in position and sank completely into it. He groaned involuntarily when this rock-hard cock hit his prostate, and a small spark of arousal flashed through his crotch for a short moment. But then Madara began his thrusts, and the pain overshadowed everything else in him. They were not gentle, forgiving, considerate, no, absolutely merciless. His molars clenched together, a tortured whimper made his nostrils quiver.
Cut the onions and mushrooms into slices and fry them together with the ham in the pan, cook the pasta normally, rather al dente.
He felt like Madara tore his intestines in two. His fingers cramped, pulled out a few hairs.
For the sauce, make a roux, add milk and cream.
"Fuck, I love virgin asses," Madara gasped from behind and slapped his cheek, which tensed, only tightened the shaft and therefore immediately loosened again.
Grate the cheese or cut it into small cubes, add it to the sauce and let it melt..
His anus, which was on fire, tried to escape this pain, but was trapped in Madara's grip.
Season with parsley, pepper and nutmeg, add a little salt as needed…
The blows became more violent, more painful.
Drain the pasta, add to the pan alongside with the sauce...
His shoulders pushed back, his body was completely electrified.
Stir...
The sweat ran down his back.
Put on plates...
His legs didn't want to hold him anymore.
Place the plates on the table...
His heart could hardly pump.
Cutlery included...
His lip was bleeding.
And then...
He whimpered wheezing.
Then...
Madara slowed down. His final thrusts were of such brute force that they pierced Kakashi's intestines. He moaned softly and finally withdrew, but he didn't let go of him yet. "You didn't shave well, but at least your intestines are clean. Very good." He patted Kakashi's hip and walked away from him.
Powerless, Kakashi slumped down, clawed at the edge of the table and leaned his feverish forehead against his forearm. Because of all the pain and shame, he could hardly breathe properly. Occasionally tears ran down his wet cheeks and it cost him all his willpower not to sob.
"I think I was able to get a good picture of you, Kakashi Hatake," Madara said businesslike, accompanied by a ratchet and the jingling of his belt as he closed his pants. "You're worth a lot. Honestly, I don't believe you haven't had a man yet, you blow too well for that. But if you lied to me about this and if I expose myself to HIV infection because of you, I will give you a most painful death. Regardless. Maybe it's not a good idea to make such a decision right after sex, but I'll make you the following offer: five hundred pounds for each blowjob and a thousand for each anal fuck. For today, as I said, I'll double up, i.e. a total of three thousand. Agreed?"
Kakashi jerked his head, watched vaguely as a drop of sweat crept over his skin.
"Very good. I want you to come by tomorrow at ten."
Footsteps moved away from him. Kakashi took the opportunity, freed his face from all kinds of bodily fluids and looked down. A puddle of sperm had spread under him, seeping past his fucked-up sphincter. Isolated red threads in it told him that the burning did not come from stretching alone. If he did it right, Madara wouldn't notice it and he wouldn't have to wipe any more.
Although every muscle in his body screamed for release, he pulled himself up at the desk and stood on his wobbly legs. Across from him, Madara sat in his sumptuous brown leather swinging chair, adding the payment he had just agreed upon to the contract. For a split second, their eyes met. Kakashi immediately turned his attention to his clothes, which he had deposited next to him on the chair. He didn't know if he would ever be able to look Madara in the face again, because he himself preferred the gallows at the moment. He couldn't stand this form of humiliation when he recognized the arrogance of the Uchihas in Madara's red eyes. He had never felt so dirty.
When Kakashi was dressed again, Madara handed him the contract without a word. Kakashi took it, just as silently, turned around and left the building, slightly swaying and limping. With the last of his strength, he dragged himself on foot to his Beetle, regretting with every step that he had parked so far away, and drove out of Manchester, westwards, to Leigh, to Pennington Flash, where he could be all alone, where he could wash the dirt off his body, where no one saw him crying in the water.