For three hours Kakashi's Beetle had been standing in the round driveway in front of Madara's house. In the footwell of the passenger seat, were empty beer bottles piled up. It was certainly stupid to drink alcohol before an appointment with Madara, but honestly Kakashi didn't give a fuck. He was angry. And when he was angry, he drank. That's how it was.

While entertaining the neighbourhood with Billy Idol, he sang to Dancing With Myself and drummed his fists in time on the steering wheel. The right enclosed the brown glass with the lukewarm ale, the left fanned ashes around when it hit the cracked leather. Despite his T-shirt, he was sweating in the blazing afternoon sun, had mentally not yet managed to open the windows, and so the heat and smoke accumulated in the car, making him hazy. It was just as possible that his body reacted to the restrained aggression and despair. A single trail of tears had long since dried on his cheek when he had not yet been able to swallow his emotions at the beginning of his wait.

"So let's sink.. another drink," he sang, raised the bottle to his lips and hummed into the glass, "Cause it'll give me time to thi-hink." He drank, but didn't think, rather continued to rock out to the song, joined in the "Oh-oh-ohoh"s, half danced around in his seat and felt the thumping of the beat in his limbs. Alcohol and music always put him in a good mood, distracted him from the contempt that had been in Sakumo's eyes. Now all that was missing was a joint and Kina's pussy, or someone's pussy for his sake, and he would be completely happy.

Slowly the song became quieter, Rebel Yell started and after the groovy intro Kakashi was about to start singing, when the tape suddenly stopped. With crumpled eyebrows, Kakashi clamped the cigarette between his lips and the beer bottle between his thighs and hit the cassette deck vigorously. Nothing happened. "Wow, you're not fucking serious," he grumbled past the stub, threw out the cassette and blew once into the slot. The deck still didn't want to play anymore.

"You godfucking rust bucket!" Loaded to the limit and shouting "FUCK!" several times, he hammered the heel of his hand on the steering wheel, wanted to tear it out and preferably process this jalopy into a tiny lump of scrap metal, but he let out a last cry of rage, lifted the cigarette from the dirty car mat and extinguished it in the overflowing ashtray. The beer was emptied in a few gulps and this bottle ended up with its companions.

Kakashi rubbed his face with a groan. He knew why his fuse was so short right now – because of his father, because of that fucking Dolly and this slutty Blondie, because of Madara, because of himself, because of the thing with Kina, because of Gai anyway somehow always, especially today because that bastard wasn't there – but he didn't have to take it out on his car. It couldn't help it. The previous owner had warned him about the condition, but it had only cost 800 pounds.

He pulled the skin on his cheeks into the depths, stared into the silence for a few seconds, finally gave the steering wheel a kiss and stroked it gently. "I'm sorry," he murmured embarrassed. "You're not a rusty bucket. A little bit, but it's not your fault." His Beetle had not betrayed him so disgustingly, gave him away to his father.. –no. He didn't want to think. With a remaining spark of hope, he turned on the radio, which actually still worked. So only the deck was broken, well, that wouldn't be so expensive.

He turned the knob randomly, caught snippets of music and some broadcasts, until he heard a familiar voice, turned back and heard Yamato say, "... time for music lovers. I'm still quite young, as you all know, and that's why it's particularly fascinating for me to observe how pop can change. We have just listened to Our House, released in 1982, and this year, nine years later, Marc Cohn is coming out with Walking in Memphis. Completely different style, completely different feeling, and yet we love both. Is it possible to conduct a study there? Is our society changing? Nah." He laughed. "I shouldn't interpret so much. More styles mean more caresses for our ears." Kakashi frowned. He would have expected such a formulation at Rock Hard Radio, not from Tenzo, who had to remain safe for work at his age and at his airtime. "Now sit back and enjoy the soulful tenor. We'll hear you right back here at Village of Sound."

It was nice to hear Yamato's voice again. He seemed no different in his anchoring than Kakashi knew him. Only about the boy's taste in music they really had to talk. With this song alone, Kakashi noticed once again that pop just didn't tickle him. He didn't think such music was shit per se, it was just something his father would turn up. It was all so.. general. Somehow, every song that Yamato alias Tenzo put on had a certain charm, and yet it was missing something.

So, it was all the worse that he was bawling along to every song at the top of his lungs for the next hour, because they had been playing up and down in the Hatakes' flat for years when Sakumo had the radio on. With 99 Luftballons he could only imitate the sounds because he didn't understand the language, with Listen To Your Heart he put a particularly raspy rasp on his voice, with I want to Dance With Somebody he even hit the high notes where he really wouldn't have thought that his organ would be capable of it, and witch Take on Me he didn't try the vocal range, but gradually he understood what was so tempting about pop. It was not the genre itself, but that a song managed to meet the taste of the masses. Pop didn't mean boring. And since each song was liked by many despite the sometimes serious differences – what did that say about the people? Were their opinions and tastes changeable? And.. was it perhaps society itself too?

"Mhh, take on me, my little schnoodles," Yamato said with such a silly purr that Kakashi snorted his beer against the windshield from the inside. He should definitely not do that, it didn't suit him. Yamato seemed to see it the same way, because he laughed out loud. "I'm sorry, guys. I agreed with Kitty that we wanted to make a smooth transition to the evening show today" – 'Kitty? Is that this Karin, my successor?', Kakashi asked himself as he wiped his beer spit off the window with a sweater that had been in the car for at least weeks – "but honestly, I'm not good at that. That's why I'll leave the smoothness entirely to my good buddy Michael and say goodbye to you for today. Thanks for listening, for hanging on, for participating. Tomorrow I'll be back for you. My name is Tenzo and you're listening to Pop Clap Radio here on Village of Sound, 69.6 FM. Bye boys."

The unmistakable riff of Smooth Criminal started and Kakashi smiled before he took a drag on his umpteenth cigarette. Yamato may not be good at being lewd, which wasn't a weakness in Kakashi's eyes, but he still had good puns. He missed chatting with his colleague between shows. And the further the song went on, even though it had nothing melancholic about it, Kakashi felt this growing feeling that he generally missed his existence as Sukea. Working at VoS had been so easy for him all these months, had been so much fun for him, as if he had never been supposed to do anything else than just that – let his charisma play, dig out the dirtiest and most ambiguous jokes, spoil the world with rock.

"It's exactly six and so welcome, all you lustful newts out there, to another round of Rock Hard Radio here on Village of Sound, 69.6 FM," boomed the sexy voice of a woman from the speakers. "Let's start the evening calmly, just stroke ourselves before we really go in. This is Metallica with Nothing Else Matters."

This Kitty or Karin or whatever she wanted to be called, didn't do badly, Kakashi had to concede that much to her. He would have liked it if he couldn't have been replaced as anchor, but apparently Orochimaru had found someone to fill Kakashi's vacancy.

He sipped his beer thoughtfully. If it weren't for this paedophile cocksucker, he would continue to chase his dream of becoming a successful music producer. Now it was just that for him, a dream. His reality at the moment looked quite different, far from what his younger self had spun together in his naïve little head.

In the last few days he had blocked it out enough because of all the other events that he hadn't actually thought about it anymore, but he was still faced with the problem that he was unemployed. Even if he touched Yumiko's 20,000 pounds, he wouldn't be able to cope with it forever. Soon he and his father needed a house or a new flat, which Kakashi would have to finance on his own. Sakumo had also been handicapped before his injury by his status as an ex-soldier with post-traumatic stress disorder thanks to the murder of his wife, his shot wounds and the general horrors of war. He could never find a job in the near future.

It was up to Kakashi to get them both through, but for that he needed security, an income. His gaze wandered to the red-brick house in front of which he was cooking in the sun. It blended in well with the surrounding buildings, was only a little smaller than Kakashi knew it from the villas in Bowdon. Nevertheless, the maintenance of that thing was certainly not favourable. Madara clearly had money – sure, he was an Uchiha. As long as Sakumo's debts were still outstanding, Kakashi could not sell his body to this man, any form of sexual interaction was already covered. And he just couldn't bring himself to prostitute himself somewhere else, this one guy was already more than enough. In addition, there was the problem that Madara constantly ordered him to come to him at the most impossible times and probably didn't like to be talked to if Kakashi spontaneously found a job somewhere and was therefore no longer flexible. The only way he could reconcile a new job and time independence was–

There was a knock on the window of the driver's door. Kakashi started, the beer bottle slipped out of his fingers and the cigarette almost became a detonator of the car mat again, if he hadn't squeezed the filter between his fingers in fright. Right next to his Beetle, as if he had grown out of the ground there, because Kakashi couldn't explain how he hadn't been able to hear or see the sporty, black Audi, Madara stood – as always white shirt, suit pants, his chic Oxfords, a black jacket in his arms. He made a hand gesture and Kakashi rolled down the window. For the first time in many hours, he breathed in fresh air and realized that he was more drunk than expected and that his buzzing skull was not only due to the threat of suffocation. Perhaps eight bottles alone without oxygen were too much for him. "Yes?" he asked gruffly over It's So Easy.

"Turn that shit down," Madara barked immediately.

Kakashi, guided by his mood and the alcohol in his blood, raised his middle finger. "Do you want to tell me what kind of music I should listen to? Just because you're an old sack doesn't mean you're my father – we already discusses that on Saturday, didn't we?"

Madara shouldered his jacket and put his free hand in his trouser pocket. "Why do you act like a defiant pussy, hm? I said you should turn that shit down."

Grumbling, Kakashi turned down the volume. "What's up?"

"Are you kidding me?" Madara snorted. "You're sitting here in front of MY house, drinking alcohol even though you're not allowed to, the music is so loud that you can already be heard in Altrincham, and if the Lord hasn't noticed, it's already a quarter past six."

"So what?", Kakashi shrugged. "I was supposed to be here at six, I was, you weren't. I don't see a problem there."

"God, what did I do to deserve this boy.." Madara murmured more to himself and massaged the bridge of his nose with two fingers.

Kakashi laughed spitefully. "You deserve this boy because you like to fuck this boy in the ass." He turned off the radio, rammed the driver's door at Madara's knee and got out. With an exaggerated yawn, he stretched his cracking limbs and took a last drag on his cigarette before kicking out the badly damaged stub on the dry asphalt of the driveway. "By the way, we have to talk."

"I think so, too," Madara replied sharply as he examined the many glass bottles inside the car.

With a disparaging gesture, Kakashi leaned casually against the open door. "You want to complain that I drank alcohol, don't you?"

"That's right. This is a breach of contract."

"Mhhhh, yes, the contract.." Kakashi said stretched out and ran his hand theatrically through his usual tousled hair. "You mean the contract that stipulates the sum for which I will sell you my body." Madara narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Kakashi curled his upper lip pissily. "This amount is fixed, sir. We both signed it. 32,100 pounds, in black and fucking white. Now help me out. If my father is pressured by your thugs and pays part of his debts, doesn't that also mean a breach of contract? Hm?" He raised his eyebrows provocatively, Madara was silent. "You send your lapdogs over, I allow myself a little drink, because I can't stand you and the shit you do any other way. I think the two of us are even."

"I don't see it that way," Madara replied, sounding as if he wanted to be the one who had the last word. "Sasori and Deidara were with your father, right, but they didn't bring any money. Therefore, the amount you have to pay off remains unchanged. You, on the other hand, clearly drank alcohol, and not just a little." He pointed to the passenger seat, as if neither of them already knew what evidence was flying around there. Yet, Kakashi looked. His mind worked a little slower than usual, no doubt due to the contents of the waste glass pulsating in his bloodstream. He looked at Madara again. "The contract says I should not drink alcohol so that I can satisfy your needs."

"Ah, so you remember the clause, but you still don't stick to it," Madara stated arrogantly.

"So that I can satisfy your needs," Kakashi repeated, not even looking around to see if anyone was nearby. He got down on his knees, fiddled with Madara's pants and took his penis out of his underpants. Without further ado, he took it into his mouth, sucked, licked, played with the fluffy testicles until the proud erection made him gargle briefly. Then he stood up again, gripped the damp boner tightly, leaned close to Madara's ear and whispered, "Am I satisfying your needs, sir?"

Madara breathed heavily, put his hands at Kakashi's sides and pushed him away slightly. "You little cunt disgust me."

"Oh yes? Am I doing that?" Kakashi rubbed the hard shaft up and down, teased Madara's earlobes with the tip of his tongue, shuddered at this unbearably sweet smell and even got some of the long hair between his lips. He grimaced unnoticed, pushed himself closer to Madara's body again, which he allowed, although he didn't take his hands off his waist, closed his hand further around Madara's cock, eliciting a soft gasp from him, and whispered seductively, "Sir, I want you to give me a job."

The fingers on Kakashi's sides twitched. "Excuse me?" Madara growled, wanted to move away, but Kakashi held him by the neck with one hand, with the other he continued to massage the occasionally slightly throbbing cock. "I need a job and you want to fuck me at any time that suits you. The consequence: I work for you."

"Is that your way of applicating?" Madara laughed dismissively. Now he grabbed tighter himself, pushed his leg between Kakashis and rubbed his thigh against his crotch. His face found its way to Kakashi's neck, to a point just below his ear, over which he ran his tongue pursed and breathed, "What qualities do you have to offer other than a fuckable ass? Because I'm already paying you for it."

"Sir," Kakashi giggled playfully, "just a moment ago you were mad at me and now you're about to cum. As you can see, I can be very convincing."

"If that's the case, why don't you already have a job?" Madara asked exactly the question Kakashi had been afraid of. He closed his eyes, suppressed the memories of how Orochimaru's touch had made him feel, and replied quietly, "There was a small discrepancy that you don't need to worry about." Madara bit him in the side of the neck, he hissed, but continued to talk undeterred. "Give me a job and I will spread my legs for you at any time in the future, whenever your cock wants to get into my ass. That only has advantages for both of us."

"And if I don't want to hire you?" Madara almost moaned. No matter what he said, his body spoke the truth.

"Then, sir.." Kakashi rubbed faster, provoking a soundless breath on the part of Madara, a cramping of his fingers and a jerk with his leg against his genitals. „.. we will soon limit ourselves to the weekend. I don't want to disappoint my new employer by telling him that I can only do it at certain times. Nowadays, flexibility is so important, isn't it? Sir?" He could literally feel Madara's climax approaching. Here, virtually on the open street in the bright evening sun, only sparsely protected by the baby-blue Beetle in Kakashi's back. To drive him further towards it, he sucked on his earlobe, scratched his teeth lightly over it, ignored the hairs in his mouth.

Madara almost clawed at Kakashi's sides. "You're a fucking bitch.." he growled menacingly.

"Do you want me to become YOUR fucking bitch all by one?" Kakashi purred, his breath blowing away the pitch-black strands in front of his lips. "Then there is only one answer you can give." All of a sudden, his hand stopped rubbing.

Madara let out a sound that Kakashi would never have suspected from him – it was a desperate gasp. He grinned broadly. He literally had this man in his hand. "Say yes."

To all appearances, Madara regained his composure. He rammed Kakashi's chest against the edge of the roof of the car, so that Kakashi let go of him, and glared at him deadly. "I see what I need to do with you."

"Will you hire me?" Kakashi asked sweetly.

"I'll shut your mouth." Without another word, he dragged Kakashi behind him by the wrist, who just managed to slam the car door shut, waved his boner through the air with every step and could have been an absolutely embarrassing sight, but the way he pulled Kakashi the few steps to the entrance of the house, the devilish sparkle in his red eyes – Kakashi felt a little queasy.

He could pay little attention to the furnishings of the house. For a moment, he marvelled at how bright and strangely inviting Madara's home was, with all the birch wood, white marble, and pastel blue that covered the open kitchen, the octagonal bay window in the dining area that gave the room a lot of coziness, the mint green furniture in the living room with the freestanding fireplace. Madara dragged him behind him to the other end of the open hallway, past a winding staircase that led to the upper floor, to a door behind which a basement stair opened. Kakashi almost stumbled down the wooden steps, held on to the railing, because for his blood alcohol walking straight forward was already too much. It clicked, hummed softly and lamp strips on top of the walls threw their warm light on tall, well-stocked wine racks. So Madara drank himself, fucking prig.

But they did not stay here either. Behind another door, Madara's destination awaited him. The light in here was subdued and, supported by several dark red bulbs, had a highly sexual ambience. Kakashi had to swallow hard as his gaze fell on all the equipment scattered around the room. A huge, round bed in one corner, a St. Andrew's cross with restraints in the other, a harness hung from the ceiling that was most likely not for relaxation, tables with whips and dildos were everywhere. The oppressive, blood-red walls were covered with large prints of black-and-white photographs of various young men in different poses—some bound and gagged, others lasciviously writhing on the silk sheets, others standing like statues of Adonis against a monochromatic background, but they were all naked, barely older than twenty, and visibly agitated, cocks of all sizes and shapes everywhere. If the motifs were not so suggestive, even pornographic, they could easily be called art, at least they promised a good eye of the photographer. Secretly, Kakashi was glad not to recognize any of the faces shown, although he had the feeling that one of them had a certain resemblance to Madara in his youthful features. But it was certainly only the dim lighting that played tricks on him.

Madara pushed him towards a frame that reminded him most of a gynaecological chair, but made of black metal, covered with red pleather and curved like a water slide in an outdoor pool. "Undress," Madara ordered briskly.

Kakashi didn't argue any further but obeyed. He had the feeling that Madara was not to be trifled with, as much as he liked to goad him.

"The socks too, those things are unaesthetic," Madara added and when Kakashi threw an angry spark over his shoulder, he had to pause. Madara was also in the process of getting rid of his clothes, but what came to light made Kakashi's heart beat faster. You could already guess from the shirts Madara always wore that he was athletic, but Kakashi would not have expected such a trained body. He was built similarly to Patrick Swayze in Dirty Dancing, even had the approach of a six-pack in the right light, he had never seen anything like it live. Only the few dark hairs on her chest and stomach destroyed the picture, with which Madara could otherwise have had himself printed on a sexy postcard. His still stable boner definitely fitted.

With a jerk of his head, Kakashi tore his eyes away from the working muscles under the pale skin, threw his socks on his jeans on the floor and looked around the room again – actually, he just didn't want to look in Madara's direction anymore. "What kind of porn bunker is this?"

"You're so smart, can't you imagine?" Madara replied coldly.

Kakashi snorted, heard Madara's belt buckle jingle as he slipped his pants off his legs, and ran his hand through his hot neck. He didn't want to see it, didn't even want to think about it. "Do you often bring your slaves down here?"

"Anyone who wants it." Footsteps approached him and now the heat spread to his cheeks. A rock-hard erection touched his lower back and a cool hand slid over his stomach from behind, just inches above the base of his penis. "And you." The second hand stroked his ass cheek lengthwise, down into the crack and while the index and middle fingers met his perineum, the thumb remained on the disc of the butt plug, which he moved slightly, rotating the metal drop on Kakashi's prostate. Kakashi suppressed an aroused gasp; however, he could not prevent trembling and icy goosebumps. "Mhh, that's why you didn't have any problems on Saturday. Tell me, Kakashi Hatake, how humiliating was it for you to buy such a thing, hm?" The pressure of the fingers on his perineum became stronger, the fingernails began to scratch through his pubic hair.

It cost Kakashi everything at that moment to distract his thoughts, not to indulge in his arousal, which was stimulated in the worst possible way by the play on his prostate and groin. No matter what happened here, he was not allowed to get hard under any circumstances. Not in Madara's presence, because of his hands, under his cock pressing against his spine. He thought of cooking, the dead meat of the soup chicken, how small shreds came off the bones, floated on the surface of the water. "The salesman thinks it's for my girlfriend," he replied quietly, struggling to keep his voice calm.

"For your little girlfriend, hmm?" Madara cooed and licked his ear. "Is she horny? Do you like to fuck her?"

Kakashi knew what Madara wanted to trigger in him and resisted it. He drove the images of Kina's tits out of his mind, kept thinking about chickens, the slaughter, how Asami cut off the heads of those hens that could no longer lay eggs with a blow of the axe, how the blood briefly spurted out of the body in a steep fountain, how the other chickens clucked loudly in the room away at the dull impact of metal on wood. "Of course I like to fuck her, otherwise I wouldn't do it. I like women, especially pretty ones."

Now Madara's left hand stroked his soft shaft. The coolness of his fingers helped not to activate the corpora cavernosa, but Kakashi still had to desperately hold his mind to Phoebe in order not to weaken. He would like to be with her now, could make sure that she hadn't yet met the same fate as all the other chickens in the Maitos' coop. Then he would be with Gai..

"Are you going to tell me now how you fuck your girls?" Madara whispered in his ear, increasing the rotation of the plug.

"No," Kakashi exclaimed, clenching his trembling hands into fists and thinking of Phoebe. Her fluffy plumage, the wild hairstyle that was so similar to his. Yes, Kina and Gai were right – it was justified that Phoebe liked him so much.

"Do you prefer to take them from behind, can slap their asses while doing it? Or from the front to see their horny face, to watch their tits dancing so nicely?"

That brought Kina back, and she had to stay very far away. Phoebe, yes, her plumage. "Have you ever fucked a girl?" he asked blindly, literally, squinting his eyes because Madara was no longer just stroking him, but rubbing his cock with a firm grip, at the same time not having moved his fingers from the plug or his perineum.

"Once, yes. In front of my father's eyes. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to convince him that I'm not gay."

"But you are gay.."

"That's perfectly correct, but he shouldn't know that."

"How did you find out that you are?" He didn't know why he wanted to know that, and he didn't really want to, but when he had to concentrate on formulating words, it was easier for him for a few seconds not to let his resilience crumble.

Madara's erection pressed more and more into his side, his breath slid down his neck, rolled out the carpet for the tip of his tongue, which licked from Kakashi's ear down to the collarbone and returned again, where his dark, deep voice whispered, "By fucking my brother rather than my sisters."

With that it was all over. Kakashi gave up the fight against his arousal because there was none left. "What..?" he breathed perplexed and tried to look out of the corner of his eye at Madara, whose black mane moved sideways to his field of vision. "You fucked your brother..?"

"That's right," Madara answered, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. A short bite into Kakashi's earlobe followed, then a gentle caress as if he were apologizing for it. "You know the rumours about the Uchihas."

"Yes.."

"Well.." Madara grabbed unexpectedly, clasped Kakashi's limp privates with a full five fingers so that he touched those on the perineum and his hands wrapped around his waist like a fleshly loincloth, and whispered in a tone that sent disgust down Kakashi's spine, "There's a grain of truth in every rumour."

Kakashi couldn't believe it. He had thought this talk was nonsense, envy, whatever. He would never have thought that incest really existed among the Uchihas. Inevitably, his eyes darted to this one photo with the man who looked so much like Madara. He made a tortured impression with the gag in his mouth, his groin was not visible, so Kakashi suspected that he had not been aroused when he was shot. Was that really Madara's brother..? To suppress his threatening vomit, he asked with a mocking laugh, "So your parents are siblings? That explains a lot."

"Not every sex begets a child," Madara continued to explain in that smoky, threatening voice, as if he didn't care what he revealed about himself, but on the other hand, he would kill Kakashi if he told anyone about it. "But just because my parents and close relatives know about contraception doesn't mean that sex within the family is not a tradition."

"Who was the girl you used as evidence for your father?" Kakashi didn't want an answer to that question, and yet he asked it.

Madara laughed growling. "Can't you imagine?"

"Was she older than you?"

"I was fourteen, she eleven."

Kakashi's arms began to tremble. This man was not only a poof who fucked his own, apparently not quite willing brother, but also his much too young sister. Fourteen and eleven.. This gap may not have been great, but the earliness was definitely unbearable. And if Kakashi thought that Madara didn't care if he was of legal age or not, was there anything the Uchiha stopped at? When laws and morals didn't seem to impress him?

Madara just kept laughing, almost diabolically. "What about you, Kakashi, have you ever stuck your dick in a family member?"

"No," Kakashi replied abruptly.

"Mhh, not even in your mother when she was raped next to a sniffing waste bin?"

Kakashi's head spun around, but Madara, who had expected this gesture, turned his face forward again and now worked the vacated area on Kakashi's ass with his cock, which he rubbed back and forth between his legs so that his glans tapped him on the scrotum. Kakashi skilfully ignored this dry-humping, was mentally completely elsewhere anyway. "How do you know that?"

"Do you think I don't inform myself about my employees?" A punishing bite in the crook of the neck, a painful pinching of the limb and a slide of the hand down from the jaw to the throat. "I know everything about you, Kakashi Hatake. I know what a hole you grew up in, that you were present when your mother was stabbed, that you and your father have been heart and soul ever since." The hot breath crept into Kakashi's ear canal. "I know the reason why you were suspended from school, and I know that you quit your old job without notice. Why?"

"Don't you know everything?"

Madara returned a dark giggle and his fingers massaged Kakashi's neck. "Anything that can be found out about you with a little research. But not what is going on in this pretty head. I hope your wounds will disappear soon so I can add you to my collection. You are my best piece and as such you shall be perfect when I hang you up."

With eyes wide in shock, Kakashi's gaze wandered over the two dozen photographs. "You want me to be photographed like that? Am I something like a trophy for you?"

"What do you think?" Madara replied smugly, giving a clear answer. An unexpected jolt went through the two. Madara pushed Kakashi the few steps to the gynaecological torture rack, forced him belly first onto the cold material and tightened the grip on his neck. This posture was uncomfortable, especially since Madara leaned on him with all his weight, and yet the fight began again in Kakashi with the pressure on his throat – despite growing fear of this man's limitations and disgust at what he had just heard. His genitals were pressed into the thin pad and Madara's hand was dedicated to his nipples, his erection continuing to fuck Kakashi's crack. "I want to hear the truth from your mouth, Kakashi," Madara growled so close to his ear that it might as well be sitting in his brain. And he did. He had nested there, did not want to let him go, like a malignant tumour.

"What truth?"

"Knees up." Madara gave him some space so that Kakashi could place his knees on the smaller devices next to the large lying surface. This position looked familiar to him from rugby training, they jokingly called it "the horny frog". Now he was this horny frog who had Madara's cock on his ass and his hands on his neck. Again, Madara almost crushed him as he kissed him on the neck. "I want to know if you fucked your mother."

"I didn't," Kakashi said truthfully, hating everything about this situation right now – including the fact that Madara choked him slightly and aroused him as a result.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No."

"Would you have liked to fuck her?"

"No, she was my mother."

"That wouldn't have stopped me."

"But I'm not like you," Kakashi grumbled sullenly.

"You aren't?" Madara asked incredulously.

"No," Kakashi stressed.

Madara licked across his neck. "You were kicked out of your great elite school because you raped and stalked a girl. I think you're more like me than you want to admit, Kakashi."

"If that's the case, kill me. I didn't rape Rin, she slept with me voluntarily."

"Hm, I would have said something like that in the past."

Kakashi tensed his jaw. Madara was desperate to prove something to him, but Kakashi wouldn't give in. As soon as he weakened, he knew, this man had full control over him. "If you will excuse me, sir, but didn't you want to shut my mouth?"

He had obviously said something that amused Madara. He chuckled cheerfully, "Of course, completely forgotten." and finally left, giving Kakashi the opportunity to breathe and relax a bit. He relieved his back by positioning his pelvis more comfortably, and didn't have to wait long for Madara to return to him. "If you want to be gagged so badly, of course I'll comply," he purred and a compliant, bright red ball was placed between Kakashi's teeth from behind, which was fixed around his skull with a strap. Madara circled the rack and forced Kakashi's face up. A dirty grin snaked on his features. "I like the sight." He gave him a pat on the cheek. "Hands on this." He pointed to two metal loops on the left and right below the edges of the lying surface. Kakashi grasped the curved bars and Madara strapped black foam cuffs to his wrists. Now he could no longer move, and flashed hostilely at Madara from below. His cunning grimace only widened. "I like that sight even more." He leaned forward, kissed Kakashi on the tense upper lip and murmured, "Now you're all mine, Kakashi. Now you're my bitch and I won't give you back."

Kakashi snorted sullenly, couldn't do more than that by now anyway.

Madara patted his cheek and moved out of his field of vision, which was advantageous in that Kakashi was no longer forced to look at him and could close his eyes. The frame wobbled slightly as Madara sat down on the end of the cushion behind him. With greedy scratching fingers, he worked on his cheeks, circled the disc of the plug. "You can't talk anymore, but I still want answers from you. Do you like having that thing inside you?"

Kakashi shook his head.

"Do you want me to remove it?" Targeted pressure, the tip hit his prostate, arousal.

Even though removing the plug meant sex, Kakashi nodded hastily. He felt Madara's fingertips slide under the disc and the lump in his anus was slowly moved towards the exit. He was already breathing a sigh of relief, when the metal returned, aimed at his pleasure point, as if Madara knew exactly what was going on inside him. From the effort not to moan, his body tensed, his shoulder blades pushed back and he squinted his eyes.

"You make me horny when you resist the truth so much," Madara commented, his left hand clawing into Kakashi's ass. "Keep resisting, little boy. Close yourself off to what you are."

Kakashi would have loved to spit in Madara's face. Instead, he let out an impatient growl and twitched his hips briefly to signal to him that he should finally get it over with the two of them.

Madara answered this with a sneering laugh. Now he turned the plug and slapped Kakashi on the cheek with a loud noise. Kakashi's whine died in the gag. "No, I'm not going to hurry. Why should I? Or do you have anything else planned today? Hm? Do you want to fuck your girl tonight? Tell me about her. Is she younger than you?"

Shaking his head.

"Much older?"

Shaking his head again.

"Less than a year?"

Nod.

"Cute. At your age it still makes a difference, later it won't. What does she look like? Black hair? Brown? Blond? And her tits? Big? Small? Medium? Hm, so an older blonde with medium-sized tits. Is she your type?"

Kakashi shook his head after a moment's thought.

"No? Then why are you fucking her? What do you find horny about her?"

How was he supposed to explain with a gag that he simply didn't have a type? He didn't care what hair colour, figure or cup size a girl had – she should be pretty in his eyes, and that were many for him. Even though he hated himself for it, Rin was beautiful, Mei was beautiful, Anko was beautiful, Kina was beautiful. It wasn't that his standards were low, but they were all very different in type, and yet he liked them all. "Mh mhpf mh mh," he mumbled past the ball, feeling mighty stupid to even try.

"So, you're that kind of person, hm? You fuck everything that comes near you." Finally, Madara removed the plug with a jerk, destroying Kakashi's protests, who only groaned, ran his thumb briefly over the stretched, overstimulated hole and slid further forward on the couch until his glans disappeared into the rosette. "You only fuck me, did you understand me?"

Kakashi rolled his eyes in annoyance but nodded curtly.

"You are my bitch. Your ass is mine. And your cock" – he stabbed his thumbnail rudely into Kakashi's glans, which was pressed against the pleather – "belongs to me. No one touches you anymore unless I give my permission. Did you understand me?"

The bastard couldn't control it anyway, so Kakashi nodded. It was only until his father was free of debt.

"And to answer your question: Yes, I'll hire you. From tomorrow you will work for me. You'll be in the office at seven." Another blow. "Are you grateful to me?"

Kakashi nodded.

"Show me how grateful you are."

Kakashi hesitated and craned his neck because he wanted to look at Madara questioningly, but then he understood. His hands on the handles cramped and he began to form exactly the movement he had to make when training as a horny frog if he wanted to warm up his leg muscles. He let himself slide a little into the depths, causing Madara's cock to sink into him and stab his prostate again. With gritted teeth, he lowered his forehead to the surface, clung to the brackets and fucked Madara, who sat motionless, made no attempt to take the lead from him, only greedily stroking the soft, slightly sweaty skin in front of him. "I don't see gratitude yet," he growled and gave him a pat in the side. "Go. How grateful are you, Kakashi?"

Everything inside him choked and screamed, but he pulled himself together, got more power out of his legs and accelerated his sliding, bumped further and further onto Madara's erection until their pelvises met, the mass of flesh in his ass made him hold his breath for a moment, and he finally showed off his talented jumping muscles by jerking back and forth.

In this position, he felt Madara so much deeper and at the same time bigger that Kakashi thought the man had spontaneously grown a few centimetres of cock. The hard shaft rubbed over his prostate, at the same time his own cock rubbed along between his stomach and the pad, sticking to the pleather due to the thin film of sweat, which was not helpful at all.

Kakashi fought a real battle within himself. Then Madara hit him and he couldn't stop a throaty moan.

"Yes, now I see gratitude," Madara purred contentedly. "Ride yourself to orgasm, Kakashi. Get horny on me. Enjoy my cock."

These words grew hatred in Kakashi, but it could not get over his arousal. More and more he regretted stretching, because not even the pain could distract him. So, it was just this huge cock in his ass, the permanent stimulation of his pleasure point, the constant movement of the skin on his shaft. It was too much. He had to stop, otherwise he lost. But quitting meant he had to stay here. He had better give Madara what he wanted.

He tensed his muscles decisively, thrust faster, let their pelvises crash together, took in everything from Madara, thought obsessively of his father and simulated ecstasy. Sakumo's disgusted face helped him to suppress his arousal. He heard his voice in his ears as if he were standing right in front of him and watching him.

"They have no right to live. Dirty pack. They should be dragged through the streets by the balls. Exterminate all of them before they can desecrate our children. … And you are one of them? Just as foul. I've always known it. That's why you were so whiny as a child. I never thought that punches would do much for boys, but maybe I should have started earlier, wouldn't I? Then I could have exorcised it from you."

Now Madara supported him after all, had his hands on his hips, made sure that Kakashi kept the pace. A soft gasp reached him. Not for long, he just had to hold out a little longer.

"Did you hear that? There is now an 'AIDS Day' to mourn the victims of this shitdick disease. For what? They deserve it if they are like that. Who mourns cancer deaths? Veterans? Nobody. So why should I care about these poofs? … Why should I care about you? Die of your shitdick disease, then I'll finally be rid of you and wouldn't have to justify myself to anyone for having a stinking poof as a son. You are rubbish, Kakashi. You disgust me. At least admit to yourself that you enjoy being fucked in the ass. At least stand by the poof that you are. Good God, the boy can't even do that. You're a dirty loser, and a poof at that. I'd rather you weren't my son."

Kakashi noticed how his lungs and eyes burned, how he wanted to scream, how his strength steadily left him, mentally and physically. He slowed down, arched his back, rested the crown of his head on the damp surface, let out deep moans, muffled by the gag and droning by all the suppressed feelings.

"What?" Madara sneered. "Are you exhausted?"

Kakashi rolled his skull over the cushion in agreement. God, yes, he was exhausted.

Without moving away from him, Madara stood up, lifted Kakashi's hip into the air, and thrust brutally in turn, which the frame tried to counter with a loud squeak. Kakashi whimpered desperately, his eyes widened and his cramped fingers on the handles loosened a little as he spied his genitals upside down, dangling limp and unimpressed, swaying slightly from side to side with the thrusts of Madara's pelvis, not what he was feeling at the moment and showing his father that he deserved his love. He could never have expressed how relieved he was not to have become hard. Or at least not to be at the moment.

Madara didn't notice this, came growling softly and stopped. "You should work on your endurance, boy. Because with that pathetic try it won't be long before I lose interest in you," he reprimanded, a little out of breath.

Right now, Kakashi didn't care about anything. If Madara insults him, snap at him. That didn't kill that feeling of happiness in him. He could only moan and grin into his gag because he had managed not to let his arousal control him. He pushed himself up by the handles, looked at Madara over his shoulder and nodded at him invitingly.

Madara took the gag out of his mouth along with a lot of drool, Kakashi licked his lips and said happily, "Don't worry, sir, I know exactly what I'm doing."