[A huff, and then his hand pushes Cy's head away from his dick, where it juts out between strong thighs, flushed an almost painful-looking shade of red.]
No, I won't come. [At least Sasuke knows well how to be a grade-A submissive slut by now.] So you should stop now or I won't be able to control it.
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（ obligingly, he lets himself be shoved away, peeling back enough to stand so he can press sasuke against the wall in a long, flush line. stealing a kiss beneath the water. ）
— Hey, what's your opinion on piercings?
（ that's said as he reaches for the soap, intending to lather sasuke up as promised. they take turns cleaning each other, that loving display of service as they continue to discuss the parameters of the scene. what they'll try, what they'll avoid, what their intermediary safewords can be if redirection is needed. they agree on a rough trajectory of their desires, that cy will 'force' sasuke to change to a woman with the hand symbols needed, and on the way the torture will shift once he's physically a woman.
afterwards, they get dressed. breakfast is a languid affair, chattering about inconsequential things over fruity non-alcoholic cocktails and an assortment of breakfast foods, and then cy ships him off to get them a room while he goes shopping, insisting that at least some of what he's getting should be a surprise. afterwards, he joins him in the room where sasuke's perched on the bed, reading a french book that he sets aside once cy pops into the room.
from there — cy gets sasuke to strip, puts the collar on him, and then ties him — knees pulled forward close to his chest, a rope looped beneath and then linked to the d-ring at his throat. his arm is tied behind his back, angled just enough to hurt, and as he ties him cy stoops down to kiss him, his mouth or shoulder or hip depending on whatever he's closer to in the moment. ）
[The room he's chosen for them isn't particularly special or higher-end — they wouldn't allow someone of such a low rank to purchase those — but it's large enough, with a four-poster bed and all of the necessary amenities for an overnight stay. It also has an attached private bathroom, which is something of a luxury for them to appreciate later.
Excitement is static on his nerves, yet discipline keeps him pliant and docile as he's tied beneath Cy's hands, an arrangement not so complicated that it's clear it is meant less for show than functionality.]
Mmhm. [The position forces him into a forward curl, so he puts his cheek against the bed in order to gaze up at Cy — the expression of trust on his face like a shining light.] It isn't so tight that blood flow is restricted to my limbs, so I should be able to maintain this for a while.
[Those kisses, however, coax a bit of squirming. As if he would like to press himself into them for more substantial contact.]
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It won't be long. Just to start the scene off, then I'm gonna cut you out of the ties which is at least 98 percent because I wanna make you crawl.
（ sasuke squirms, and cy ends up laughing and — once finished — he drops down beside him and leans in to steal a more substantive kiss in several stages: starting at his forehead, the bridge of his nose and then a long, lingering one pressed to his lips. he's a loose tangle of limbs, intwined into the ropework in an array of dazzling intimacy that's as much protective as possessive. ）
I want to try the humbler first before we get into the scene — if you decide you want to move forward with it we'll start then. Otherwise we'll pivot to something else you like, no harm done. We could do flogging instead — no, you do not get both. One new big thing at a time.
[Crawl. The intention hooks through him, skewing his thoughts to distraction even at those kisses, each one shared with meaning and sentiment, a kind of love seeded deep between them by now. He strains to kiss back, eagerness in the muffled noise lost somewhere against Cy's mouth.]
Even if I decide I like it? [There's no pushing, no insistence of what he's capable of managing — it's just a sincere question.] Mm. Okay.
[In all their time together, Cy has learned his boundaries. Sasuke understands, now, that the denial of more isn't about his own capabilities; of course he could handle it given the extent of what his body has endured as a warrior. But this is also for Cy's well-being — that first time they'd experimented with pain play lacking discussion still bright in his mind for how it had affected Cy.
A moment of further thought, and then Sasuke directs a look upward — very deliberate in the slant of his gaze through lashes, low-lidded.]
Let me suck your cock at some point during this scene. I don't care when, but I like doing it.
（ he exhales in a way that's deliberately steady, and then slaps sasuke's bare ass. ）
You're a brat. We'll see about putting your mouth to use.
（ that's said with all due affection, even as cy wrangles him over onto his stomach, hooking a hand beneath his hips to haul them up. once he's got him where he wants him, with his face pressed to the bed, he reaches between his legs to stroke his cock. just enough to get him hard before he moves on to his balls, fingers closing tight around the skin close to his body to distend the tender flesh. he adds tension until there's a first squirm of discomfort, and then he reaches for the first of the toys he'd brought along for the evening. the humbler is sleek black, a beautiful contrast to sasuke's pale skin, and he makes an appreciative murmur as he unscrews the pegs on both sides and fits it close against him, tightening it again until the stretch becomes forced, and his balls are trapped by the device. he presses his palm against the sack, gentle and loving. then the touch deepens, becomes a firm, increasingly painful pressure. ）
[He thought he was prepared, but actually feeling the humbler fit into place between his legs where he is most vulnerable, feeling the screws tighten the wedges into a significant stretch, is altogether a new experience. It almost winds him — that pull of forced rigidity stretches tender skin to a dull, throbbing ache that lasts. Sasuke has no way to hold himself up within the restraints, and so he lets his weight slump downward against the bed as if any posture or poise of fight has seeped out of him at once, limbs pliant, muscles struggling not to spasm. A sort of coaxed physical lassitude simply because he feels so vulnerable in this state.]
I'm all right, it's just... [the words are slow, a little breathless.] It's an intense sensation. This part of the body, obviously it's... somewhere I'd try to protect from harm, so it's almost like there's this — mental barrier, too.
[Akin to the first time Cy had spanked him, maybe. His reflexes want to resist, but in this case, there's no possible way to do so.]
And when you apply pressure like that...
[A sound breaks from his throat, jagged outcry turned at the last second against the sheets in a muffled death — perhaps the loudest he's heard himself vocalize without Cy fucking him into senselessness. There's pain, a whole river of it, rushing in on all sides as he's never felt, renewing some of the vigor in his body so he begins to struggle even if it makes the pain worse, because to stay still is even more intolerable. And it feels so good, like the edge of a wound deepened to something bleeding, something permanently scarring.]
（ as much as he'd like to let that sound go straight to his dick, he's too primed in the moment to really enjoy it — instead, his touch eases, immediate, and he forces sasuke still, one hand against the small of his back and the other against one thigh, ensuring he won't hurt himself in the struggle. ）
Shh, shh. Easy. Relax into it for me, my beautiful whore. （ he keeps his voice soft, pitched low, a warm contrast to the device and its pain. ） Count back from ten.
[Built out of a ragged whine more than any true complaint, demonstrated by how quickly he falls to Cy's instruction. In an airless voice, he counts — ten, nine... Those warm hands are steadying, preventing him from dragging himself up the bed with the physical urgency of that pain, to a point where he has no other choice but to simply exist in it. Let it wash over him, the pull down into that mindless subspace almost overwhelming except for the fact that he wants to be present with Cy right now as they try this new experience together.
The count helps. The immensity of the pain fades, a little, until it becomes bearable enough that he can lie there and breathe. He's less aware of himself for all the space it takes up in his mind — deep breaths exhaled in gasps against the sheet, corners of eyes damp with tears.]
Oh, so this little guy found your extra breedable sub slut bitch side, huh?
（ there's a playful little pat to one side of the humbler, knowing the impact will reverberate all the way to his balls. he bends, then, and licks at them, closing his mouth against the taut flesh in a languid taste that turns into a rub of one stubbled cheek. ）
Maybe we shouldn't do anything else to your balls while you're wearing it — you might forget what words mean. That can be a next time thing. Still gonna make you crawl though.
（ another drag of his tongue against tortured skin, and: ）
Every time you move, you're going to be causing your own torment. Because I asked you to — because I told you to. （ he spreads sasuke's thighs as much as he can given the device, and finds his cock again, rubbing at the messy slit. ） You gonna be a good boy for me and keep yourself from coming?
[At the nudge to the device fixed between his legs, Sasuke has to clench teeth around the noise he emits — something low and ruined, halfway to an unintelligible mess. Cy is not wrong; he does not know what he would do with further stimulation to his balls, when it feels as though every nerve-end has been wired to an electric socket, sensitive enough to burn from the faintest flicker of contact. Case in point how he nearly writhes when Cy's mouth finds the taut skin of his sack, frictive drag of stubble like fire against the wet, soothing drags of a tongue. His voice devolves into a whimper, smothered facedown.
Of course, Cy's words only make it worse. How is he supposed to think like this, let alone move? The torment feels fresh, ragged — and he knows he is going to do it anyway, because Cy will ask him for it. The collar around his throat is testament to just how much he would do if Cy told him to.]
I—nn, I don't know... if I can s—stop. [Sasuke rarely hears himself sound so messy, tripping over the attempt at speech.] Like this. It's too much.
[Cy won't punish him if he does come, he knows — but he doesn't want to. He wants to be good.]
（ the struggle demonstrated in that breathless whine, the words analogous to almost a drunken stagger — gets him hard enough that he has to adjust his junk lest he suffer the dreaded Dick Chafe. he makes a delighted sound around a cat-got-the-cream smirk, and gently drags his teeth against sasuke's balls before straightening up with a slap to the boy's ass that turns into the flat press of a possessive palm. cy has always enjoyed the casual ownership of forcing sasuke to endure his scrutiny, and it's patterned again now in how he does it — spreads the cheeks of his ass to push his thumb against the boy's hole, then letting his fingers skirt downward to stretched skin. his balls are cradled against the unyielding embrace of the humbler, petted so lovingly and then pressed hard against the polished black wood. the marriage of pleasure and pain in perfect concert. ）
You look so beautiful like this. Open and vulnerable for me. I like looking at every part of you, but this... （ a thoughtful hmm of sound as he lifts the humbler away from sasuke's thighs, pulling the delicate skin all the more tightly for it until he lets it settle back down. ） Oh, sweetheart, this is something special. I want you so badly right now my dick hurts for want of being inside you.
（ his other hand works against sasuke's cock with a twist of his wrist, milking precome from him, a spill of white against his fingers. once it coats them, he leans up to sasuke's mouth, gently urging his lips apart so he can paint the mess against his tongue. ）
Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. If you can get off just sucking my fingers, I'll allow it. Then I can put the cock-ring on you, and we can get into the scene with your pretty cock soft and spent for me. You don't want to get hard too easily from being my war prize, right? Helps with the realism. But if you do, I'll expect you to last longer in the scene itself. Can you do that for me, my good little slut?
[There's a shiver in the muscle of taut thighs when Cy's thumb edges at his hole where it is bared in the furrow of his ass — then a more physical jolt, unpreventable, when Cy's attention slips to the rigid capture of vulnerable balls in the smoothly lacquered device. As the humbler is lifted off skin, the effect is immediate in a low, keening moan emptied from Sasuke's throat, all temperance for his own voice lost to the sensation that keeps him on its brittle-sharp edge. His legs tremble, toes curled, feeling hot beneath the press of Cy's words. It is like he is an extension of Cy's will in that moment — all of his control wrested away with such finality that his swollen cock leaks precome so freely it looks obscene, and his jaw is already slack when Cy's fingers find his lips.
He tastes the bitterness of salt on his tongue, a flavor well-loved to familiarity by now as his mouth molds over the man's knuckles in a wet, obedient seal. He has begun to suck at them before Cy has even finished speaking — drool pools as his tongue laves the grooves of fingers, tasting past precome to find Cy's skin unnaturally warm beneath it. He wants these knuckles to fill his mouth to the brim, so he tries to draw them deeper with coaxing, kittenish licks, devoted efforts soon becoming sloppy and hungry and uncaring for how desperate it makes him look.
He hears himself make some sound with his mouth full, something like yes, a humming vibration, or a plea — because he is a slut, and he wants to Cy's dick inside of him, and he wants to be called pretty while Cy is doing all of that to him. The pain is still immense as it eclipses half his mind, a constant throb low between his legs; even the slightest movement brings his attention back. There's an edge of teeth against Cy's knuckles when he comes from it — suckling at fingers, nerves blistered with pain. He spills onto the sheets in a wet drench of seed, already edged well through the morning enough to make it easy, effortless, dripping pearly white down his shaking thighs.]
（ there's a laugh, warm and low as sasuke takes to the task with enthusiasm before he's even done with his offer. the boy takes the splay of his fingers deep, straining forwards to deepen them — and he obliges, of course, sliding his fingers as far back in sasuke's mouth as they can go. little threads of praise are woven into the air, how good he is, how pretty he looks, what a good little whore — and when sasuke comes cy pets his spine and murmurs appreciation.
it doesn't mean he doesn't hook his fingers into the collar's ring and force the boy to sort of shuffle himself around on his knees, mindful of the pain in his balls and the restriction to his arm, and then nudge him down towards the stain with a gentle but insistent pressure. he's had sasuke clean up like this before, so the implication should be clear — though he clarifies with: ）
Don't leave a mess, now. You want people to think you're a good boy, right?
（ whether or not sasuke obeys is up to him. but it does give cy the opportunity to take some of what's dripping down his thighs instead, enough to coat his fingers in it before he nudges the boy's hip nearer to give him better access from where he's sitting on the bed, and then he starts to work the come inside him with his fingers with slick, wet noises. ）
I'll use lube if I decide to fuck you with a dildo, but if it's just my cock? This is all you're gonna get. You okay with that?
[In that delirious fallout of orgasm, the choice is easy, mindless — he struggles into the new position even as it jostles the device hinged cruelly over his balls and puts his head down, obedient to the directive. Lips and tongue lap up the mess he's made, aware that his face is glowing with heat in a deep pink flush but otherwise uncaring how he looks this way, on his knees for Cy. He has long since shed embarrassment around Cy, making room for the satisfying bite of humiliation in its place.
Yes, he wants to be good. Yes, he wants Cy to fuck him almost-dry with only the lubricant of his own come, so that every thrust burns and he feels nothing but the space inside of his body that Cy carves out with his dick. There's a gasp where he's pressed facedown against the sheets, mobility limited, nodding his assent — but he does manage to grind his hips back into those fingers, or try to, even if it hurts where the taut skin of his balls is tugged.]
Are you going to do it now?
[He knows they're supposed to do a scene, but he feels almost frantic with the desire to be held down, to feel Cy push into him ruthlessly in that moment.]
（ he's measured in his cruelty, flatting his palm out against sasuke's ass with his fingers as deeply inside him as he can get. his other hand cradles sasuke's balls, and torments them with a bit of a slow, punishing press against the device. ）
No, if I do it it'll be during the scene itself, while you struggle and fight me with every ounce of proud defiance you've got.
（ he curves his fingers upwards, into a beckoning gesture that drags against the prostate with slow, deliberate intent. when he does finally cease the torment of sasuke's balls, it's only to graduate to a different sort, rummaging about through the bag of items they'd bought to find the cock-ring, which he slips on over sasuke's softened cock until it's seated at the base. it's a little loose without him being erect, but not so much that it'll come off without vigorous movement. he'll grow (ha) into it. ）
Let me know when you're ready to start the scene. I'm gonna keep finger-fucking you until then.
[There's a muffled sound against the bed, halfway between a sob and a moan — unable to thrash when those fingers toy with that tender spot of nerves inside of him, massaging a hot, electric rush of pleasure straight through his bloodstream. He feels like if it was physically possible to get hard again, he would in seconds — but even as his softened cock stirs in a lazy little twitch, it remains pliant and malleable to handling, fitted easily with the silicone ring that Cy slips down to the base. It doesn't feel very snug; he knows that will change soon.
In the restraints and with the device, he can't close his legs against Cy's efforts as he might wish, but his ass clenches down unbearably tight around those knuckles while he's fingered. He could let it drag on and on, and he wonders if he would get close to an orgasm again — but he's also eager to move into the scene, and thematically it would make more sense if he's not yet fully hard. So—]
I'm... hah, ready. [Whatever will take him closer to Cy fucking him, even if it means at the expense of his own torment. Or especially because of it.] I love you. [And then in a breathless exhale,] Taenarum.
（ it's said in a murmur, as he pulls his hand away from sasuke's ass, wiping the lube off on the sheets before he leans down to kiss him gently. ）
My men set you up like this for me. They know what I like — bringing powerful men to their knees before me, forcing them to serve me. You haven't seen me outside of battle yet, but you know my reputation.
（ he brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead, and then gives him a soft smile as he rubs his thumb against the boy's lips. ）
Thank you for doing this with me. Now — I'll leave and then come back in a couple minutes so you can get yourself into the mindset. I'm going to be rough with you, so be prepared for how that might affect you.
（ precautions he's said before — but he trusts sasuke, and this sort of scene is an indication of just how deeply that trust goes. there's one last once-over as he checks the bonds, the positioning of the humbler, makes sure that sasuke is otherwise comfortable and that nothing is pinched or abraded in a way that will affect the scene and then he gently caresses a line down sasuke's spine and disappears in a cold curl of that bleak, oily energy.
he doesn't go back to their room, but to the rooftop gardens, closing his eyes. listening to the ambient sounds of nature — simulated or otherwise. the trees still smell like trees, the earth still smells like dirt. it's enough to shore up his defences so he can slip into a mindset that he'd be hard-pressed to show willingly to anyone else at the casino — being a conquering warlord may come naturally to him, but he sure as hell wishes it didn't.
when he's taken those few quiet minutes to himself, he steels himself and then returns, though nearer the room's physical door as if he'd just stepped through it. as before, there are subtle changes to his behaviour. his body language is more deliberate — colder. his accent has lost that torontonian drawl when he speaks: ）
Wine?
（ it's said with a faint, cruel amusement — a man knowing that his prisoner is in no position to accept. but he pours two glasses anyway, at the running board along one wall. the clink of glass gives away that he has both in one hand as he approaches the bed and sits not on it, but in a chair nearby. ）
[The love Cy leaves with him is pervasive, draping over him like a sheer veil and settling in the quiet that follows the man's abrupt departure, malignant power leftover in a chill. And during the interim of those minutes, Sasuke prepares himself mentally — finding this to be no difficult task. To be someone's enemy was the mold of his entire life. To be captured, perhaps, less so — but no reach. He's found himself bound and helpless in the past, at the mercy of better opponents; this changed context, however, is a fantasy he could have never even dared to dream.
He feels the moment Cy reenters the room, and the man will find that he hasn't changed position on the bed — though likewise his body language has changed. There is tension in muscles not previously present, arm stiff against the restraint of rope, fingers fisted, head folded down to completely conceal his face against the bed. Not an inch of movement tempts the tool between his legs forcing him to maintain this shameful, bent position, and he says nothing when that question comes. He hardly even breathes.
Shame would be powerful, if this situation was real — both for the defeat and the humiliation. Those are ready emotions to mask in silent observation and resentfulness. His ears pick up the sound of glass, then the noise of steps across the carpeted floor, and when Cy chooses a side of the bed he turns his head deliberately in the other direction, unwilling even to look at the approach.]
（ cy sits one of the glasses down on the end table at the foot of the bed, and settles into a lazy slouch in the chair, drinking the other. there's a scuff of sound as he kicks his boots off, and then lifts his legs to rest his feet on the bed. ）
Ah, （ an enlightened sound of one given clarity. ） I see. They told me you were prideful.
（ there's a suck of his teeth that follows a long draught of the wine, and then that glass too is set aside. ）
Credit where it's due. （ he leans forward, letting one hand settle against sasuke's ankle, skirting up his calf, the hollow of his bent knee, his thigh. ） You put up a good fight. How many of my men did you kill?
[He is aware of every movement, every subtle sound, like glass against his teeth — and it is sheer discipline that keeps him from jolting underneath the hand that skims his leg, so that when Cy touches him there is only rigid and unyielding muscle.
The question is meant to make him speak, and eventually he does, in a tone that is comparable to the first time Cy had met him — low, sharp on the syllables, emotion like a burning ember within the haughty tone.]
I didn't count. [He doesn't lift the volume of his voice, but he knows Cy will hear him.] I hardly noticed your men at all.
（ his fingers walk across taught muscle to where the humbler is affixed across sasuke's thighs. there's a speculative hum of sound, and then a gentle little pat to his balls. the sound of a knife being pulled from a sheath, and then cy starts cutting at the ropes compressing sasuke into the submissive position. he's not careful about it, though he keeps from nicking skin. ）
They noticed you. The ones that tied you like this for me, they lost friends, family, lovers to you and your side. Yet, you see how nicely they treated you? They could've beaten the shit out of you, and they didn't.
（ the knife is trailed from a shoulder down to sasuke's chin, and cy turns the point against the soft, fleshy part beneath the jaw. gentle encouragement to raise his head — made easier now by the use of his arm. ）
[The device is not any less painful in the time he's worn it, except that Sasuke is motivated to disguise its effect on him in a way he hasn't done with Cy since their early days of exploration together. His jaw flexes, teeth gritted hard against the shard of pain inspired by that slight stimulation; it takes everything of battle-worn discipline not to move when that knife begins to cut him loose.
That, and the trust — like a shining tether between them, allowing him to indulge this subjugation from within the safe cradle of this man's guidance, this man's control.
The point finds his chin, and he resists until the last possible second, until the blade threatens blood, then lifts his head with the aid of a forearm braced on the mattress. His hair is messy and hangs into his face, but his eyes are visible — expression like cool fire through the dark fringe, defiant even to the position he's been reduced.]
I assume it has something to do with you. But you'll tell me anyway, won't you?
（ he pats sasuke's cheek with the flat of the blade, and then puts it away again. then, reaching, he hefts him by the arm and with a flick of his wrist he pitches sasuke off the bed and onto the floor. there's a thick, plush rug there to break his fall — but there's concrete beneath it, and he can't fall well given how he'll have to protect himself from the humbler.
there's no saying where he got the leash from, but he does lean down and clip it through the d-ring of the collar. when he sits back in the chair, he jerks at it, dragging sasuke closer to him. ）
I was kinda hopin' you'd guess. Now, come here. You're going to suck my dick — and if it's on the tip of your tongue to ask me why, or a thought in your head to do something naughty like try to bite me, I'm going to remind you that you're not the only one we've captured from your side tonight. You're just the only one that's in this room. Do you care about your men, Uchiha?
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（ it's said with endearing innocence as he leans back in, kissing sasuke's cock at the glans. ）
Would you rather come?
（ yes, clearly the other conversation is on a brief hold, because he wants sasuke to either get off, or admit he doesn't want to. ）
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You just want me to say it.
[A huff, and then his hand pushes Cy's head away from his dick, where it juts out between strong thighs, flushed an almost painful-looking shade of red.]
No, I won't come. [At least Sasuke knows well how to be a grade-A submissive slut by now.] So you should stop now or I won't be able to control it.
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— Hey, what's your opinion on piercings?
（ that's said as he reaches for the soap, intending to lather sasuke up as promised. they take turns cleaning each other, that loving display of service as they continue to discuss the parameters of the scene. what they'll try, what they'll avoid, what their intermediary safewords can be if redirection is needed. they agree on a rough trajectory of their desires, that cy will 'force' sasuke to change to a woman with the hand symbols needed, and on the way the torture will shift once he's physically a woman.
afterwards, they get dressed. breakfast is a languid affair, chattering about inconsequential things over fruity non-alcoholic cocktails and an assortment of breakfast foods, and then cy ships him off to get them a room while he goes shopping, insisting that at least some of what he's getting should be a surprise. afterwards, he joins him in the room where sasuke's perched on the bed, reading a french book that he sets aside once cy pops into the room.
from there — cy gets sasuke to strip, puts the collar on him, and then ties him — knees pulled forward close to his chest, a rope looped beneath and then linked to the d-ring at his throat. his arm is tied behind his back, angled just enough to hurt, and as he ties him cy stoops down to kiss him, his mouth or shoulder or hip depending on whatever he's closer to in the moment. ）
Still feeling okay, sweetheart?
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Excitement is static on his nerves, yet discipline keeps him pliant and docile as he's tied beneath Cy's hands, an arrangement not so complicated that it's clear it is meant less for show than functionality.]
Mmhm. [The position forces him into a forward curl, so he puts his cheek against the bed in order to gaze up at Cy — the expression of trust on his face like a shining light.] It isn't so tight that blood flow is restricted to my limbs, so I should be able to maintain this for a while.
[Those kisses, however, coax a bit of squirming. As if he would like to press himself into them for more substantial contact.]
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（ sasuke squirms, and cy ends up laughing and — once finished — he drops down beside him and leans in to steal a more substantive kiss in several stages: starting at his forehead, the bridge of his nose and then a long, lingering one pressed to his lips. he's a loose tangle of limbs, intwined into the ropework in an array of dazzling intimacy that's as much protective as possessive. ）
I want to try the humbler first before we get into the scene — if you decide you want to move forward with it we'll start then. Otherwise we'll pivot to something else you like, no harm done. We could do flogging instead — no, you do not get both. One new big thing at a time.
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Even if I decide I like it? [There's no pushing, no insistence of what he's capable of managing — it's just a sincere question.] Mm. Okay.
[In all their time together, Cy has learned his boundaries. Sasuke understands, now, that the denial of more isn't about his own capabilities; of course he could handle it given the extent of what his body has endured as a warrior. But this is also for Cy's well-being — that first time they'd experimented with pain play lacking discussion still bright in his mind for how it had affected Cy.
A moment of further thought, and then Sasuke directs a look upward — very deliberate in the slant of his gaze through lashes, low-lidded.]
Let me suck your cock at some point during this scene. I don't care when, but I like doing it.
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You're a brat. We'll see about putting your mouth to use.
（ that's said with all due affection, even as cy wrangles him over onto his stomach, hooking a hand beneath his hips to haul them up. once he's got him where he wants him, with his face pressed to the bed, he reaches between his legs to stroke his cock. just enough to get him hard before he moves on to his balls, fingers closing tight around the skin close to his body to distend the tender flesh. he adds tension until there's a first squirm of discomfort, and then he reaches for the first of the toys he'd brought along for the evening. the humbler is sleek black, a beautiful contrast to sasuke's pale skin, and he makes an appreciative murmur as he unscrews the pegs on both sides and fits it close against him, tightening it again until the stretch becomes forced, and his balls are trapped by the device. he presses his palm against the sack, gentle and loving. then the touch deepens, becomes a firm, increasingly painful pressure. ）
How we doing? Talk me through it.
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I'm all right, it's just... [the words are slow, a little breathless.] It's an intense sensation. This part of the body, obviously it's... somewhere I'd try to protect from harm, so it's almost like there's this — mental barrier, too.
[Akin to the first time Cy had spanked him, maybe. His reflexes want to resist, but in this case, there's no possible way to do so.]
And when you apply pressure like that...
[A sound breaks from his throat, jagged outcry turned at the last second against the sheets in a muffled death — perhaps the loudest he's heard himself vocalize without Cy fucking him into senselessness. There's pain, a whole river of it, rushing in on all sides as he's never felt, renewing some of the vigor in his body so he begins to struggle even if it makes the pain worse, because to stay still is even more intolerable. And it feels so good, like the edge of a wound deepened to something bleeding, something permanently scarring.]
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Shh, shh. Easy. Relax into it for me, my beautiful whore. （ he keeps his voice soft, pitched low, a warm contrast to the device and its pain. ） Count back from ten.
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[Built out of a ragged whine more than any true complaint, demonstrated by how quickly he falls to Cy's instruction. In an airless voice, he counts — ten, nine... Those warm hands are steadying, preventing him from dragging himself up the bed with the physical urgency of that pain, to a point where he has no other choice but to simply exist in it. Let it wash over him, the pull down into that mindless subspace almost overwhelming except for the fact that he wants to be present with Cy right now as they try this new experience together.
The count helps. The immensity of the pain fades, a little, until it becomes bearable enough that he can lie there and breathe. He's less aware of himself for all the space it takes up in his mind — deep breaths exhaled in gasps against the sheet, corners of eyes damp with tears.]
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（ there's a playful little pat to one side of the humbler, knowing the impact will reverberate all the way to his balls. he bends, then, and licks at them, closing his mouth against the taut flesh in a languid taste that turns into a rub of one stubbled cheek. ）
Maybe we shouldn't do anything else to your balls while you're wearing it — you might forget what words mean. That can be a next time thing. Still gonna make you crawl though.
（ another drag of his tongue against tortured skin, and: ）
Every time you move, you're going to be causing your own torment. Because I asked you to — because I told you to. （ he spreads sasuke's thighs as much as he can given the device, and finds his cock again, rubbing at the messy slit. ） You gonna be a good boy for me and keep yourself from coming?
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Of course, Cy's words only make it worse. How is he supposed to think like this, let alone move? The torment feels fresh, ragged — and he knows he is going to do it anyway, because Cy will ask him for it. The collar around his throat is testament to just how much he would do if Cy told him to.]
I—nn, I don't know... if I can s—stop. [Sasuke rarely hears himself sound so messy, tripping over the attempt at speech.] Like this. It's too much.
[Cy won't punish him if he does come, he knows — but he doesn't want to. He wants to be good.]
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You look so beautiful like this. Open and vulnerable for me. I like looking at every part of you, but this... （ a thoughtful hmm of sound as he lifts the humbler away from sasuke's thighs, pulling the delicate skin all the more tightly for it until he lets it settle back down. ） Oh, sweetheart, this is something special. I want you so badly right now my dick hurts for want of being inside you.
（ his other hand works against sasuke's cock with a twist of his wrist, milking precome from him, a spill of white against his fingers. once it coats them, he leans up to sasuke's mouth, gently urging his lips apart so he can paint the mess against his tongue. ）
Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. If you can get off just sucking my fingers, I'll allow it. Then I can put the cock-ring on you, and we can get into the scene with your pretty cock soft and spent for me. You don't want to get hard too easily from being my war prize, right? Helps with the realism. But if you do, I'll expect you to last longer in the scene itself. Can you do that for me, my good little slut?
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He tastes the bitterness of salt on his tongue, a flavor well-loved to familiarity by now as his mouth molds over the man's knuckles in a wet, obedient seal. He has begun to suck at them before Cy has even finished speaking — drool pools as his tongue laves the grooves of fingers, tasting past precome to find Cy's skin unnaturally warm beneath it. He wants these knuckles to fill his mouth to the brim, so he tries to draw them deeper with coaxing, kittenish licks, devoted efforts soon becoming sloppy and hungry and uncaring for how desperate it makes him look.
He hears himself make some sound with his mouth full, something like yes, a humming vibration, or a plea — because he is a slut, and he wants to Cy's dick inside of him, and he wants to be called pretty while Cy is doing all of that to him. The pain is still immense as it eclipses half his mind, a constant throb low between his legs; even the slightest movement brings his attention back. There's an edge of teeth against Cy's knuckles when he comes from it — suckling at fingers, nerves blistered with pain. He spills onto the sheets in a wet drench of seed, already edged well through the morning enough to make it easy, effortless, dripping pearly white down his shaking thighs.]
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it doesn't mean he doesn't hook his fingers into the collar's ring and force the boy to sort of shuffle himself around on his knees, mindful of the pain in his balls and the restriction to his arm, and then nudge him down towards the stain with a gentle but insistent pressure. he's had sasuke clean up like this before, so the implication should be clear — though he clarifies with: ）
Don't leave a mess, now. You want people to think you're a good boy, right?
（ whether or not sasuke obeys is up to him. but it does give cy the opportunity to take some of what's dripping down his thighs instead, enough to coat his fingers in it before he nudges the boy's hip nearer to give him better access from where he's sitting on the bed, and then he starts to work the come inside him with his fingers with slick, wet noises. ）
I'll use lube if I decide to fuck you with a dildo, but if it's just my cock? This is all you're gonna get. You okay with that?
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Yes, he wants to be good. Yes, he wants Cy to fuck him almost-dry with only the lubricant of his own come, so that every thrust burns and he feels nothing but the space inside of his body that Cy carves out with his dick. There's a gasp where he's pressed facedown against the sheets, mobility limited, nodding his assent — but he does manage to grind his hips back into those fingers, or try to, even if it hurts where the taut skin of his balls is tugged.]
Are you going to do it now?
[He knows they're supposed to do a scene, but he feels almost frantic with the desire to be held down, to feel Cy push into him ruthlessly in that moment.]
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（ he's measured in his cruelty, flatting his palm out against sasuke's ass with his fingers as deeply inside him as he can get. his other hand cradles sasuke's balls, and torments them with a bit of a slow, punishing press against the device. ）
No, if I do it it'll be during the scene itself, while you struggle and fight me with every ounce of proud defiance you've got.
（ he curves his fingers upwards, into a beckoning gesture that drags against the prostate with slow, deliberate intent. when he does finally cease the torment of sasuke's balls, it's only to graduate to a different sort, rummaging about through the bag of items they'd bought to find the cock-ring, which he slips on over sasuke's softened cock until it's seated at the base. it's a little loose without him being erect, but not so much that it'll come off without vigorous movement. he'll grow (ha) into it. ）
Let me know when you're ready to start the scene. I'm gonna keep finger-fucking you until then.
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In the restraints and with the device, he can't close his legs against Cy's efforts as he might wish, but his ass clenches down unbearably tight around those knuckles while he's fingered. He could let it drag on and on, and he wonders if he would get close to an orgasm again — but he's also eager to move into the scene, and thematically it would make more sense if he's not yet fully hard. So—]
I'm... hah, ready. [Whatever will take him closer to Cy fucking him, even if it means at the expense of his own torment. Or especially because of it.] I love you. [And then in a breathless exhale,] Taenarum.
o lord here we go
（ it's said in a murmur, as he pulls his hand away from sasuke's ass, wiping the lube off on the sheets before he leans down to kiss him gently. ）
My men set you up like this for me. They know what I like — bringing powerful men to their knees before me, forcing them to serve me. You haven't seen me outside of battle yet, but you know my reputation.
（ he brushes sasuke's hair back from his forehead, and then gives him a soft smile as he rubs his thumb against the boy's lips. ）
Thank you for doing this with me. Now — I'll leave and then come back in a couple minutes so you can get yourself into the mindset. I'm going to be rough with you, so be prepared for how that might affect you.
（ precautions he's said before — but he trusts sasuke, and this sort of scene is an indication of just how deeply that trust goes. there's one last once-over as he checks the bonds, the positioning of the humbler, makes sure that sasuke is otherwise comfortable and that nothing is pinched or abraded in a way that will affect the scene and then he gently caresses a line down sasuke's spine and disappears in a cold curl of that bleak, oily energy.
he doesn't go back to their room, but to the rooftop gardens, closing his eyes. listening to the ambient sounds of nature — simulated or otherwise. the trees still smell like trees, the earth still smells like dirt. it's enough to shore up his defences so he can slip into a mindset that he'd be hard-pressed to show willingly to anyone else at the casino — being a conquering warlord may come naturally to him, but he sure as hell wishes it didn't.
when he's taken those few quiet minutes to himself, he steels himself and then returns, though nearer the room's physical door as if he'd just stepped through it. as before, there are subtle changes to his behaviour. his body language is more deliberate — colder. his accent has lost that torontonian drawl when he speaks: ）
Wine?
（ it's said with a faint, cruel amusement — a man knowing that his prisoner is in no position to accept. but he pours two glasses anyway, at the running board along one wall. the clink of glass gives away that he has both in one hand as he approaches the bed and sits not on it, but in a chair nearby. ）
time to let their freak out (again)
He feels the moment Cy reenters the room, and the man will find that he hasn't changed position on the bed — though likewise his body language has changed. There is tension in muscles not previously present, arm stiff against the restraint of rope, fingers fisted, head folded down to completely conceal his face against the bed. Not an inch of movement tempts the tool between his legs forcing him to maintain this shameful, bent position, and he says nothing when that question comes. He hardly even breathes.
Shame would be powerful, if this situation was real — both for the defeat and the humiliation. Those are ready emotions to mask in silent observation and resentfulness. His ears pick up the sound of glass, then the noise of steps across the carpeted floor, and when Cy chooses a side of the bed he turns his head deliberately in the other direction, unwilling even to look at the approach.]
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Ah, （ an enlightened sound of one given clarity. ） I see. They told me you were prideful.
（ there's a suck of his teeth that follows a long draught of the wine, and then that glass too is set aside. ）
Credit where it's due. （ he leans forward, letting one hand settle against sasuke's ankle, skirting up his calf, the hollow of his bent knee, his thigh. ） You put up a good fight. How many of my men did you kill?
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The question is meant to make him speak, and eventually he does, in a tone that is comparable to the first time Cy had met him — low, sharp on the syllables, emotion like a burning ember within the haughty tone.]
I didn't count. [He doesn't lift the volume of his voice, but he knows Cy will hear him.] I hardly noticed your men at all.
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（ his fingers walk across taught muscle to where the humbler is affixed across sasuke's thighs. there's a speculative hum of sound, and then a gentle little pat to his balls. the sound of a knife being pulled from a sheath, and then cy starts cutting at the ropes compressing sasuke into the submissive position. he's not careful about it, though he keeps from nicking skin. ）
They noticed you. The ones that tied you like this for me, they lost friends, family, lovers to you and your side. Yet, you see how nicely they treated you? They could've beaten the shit out of you, and they didn't.
（ the knife is trailed from a shoulder down to sasuke's chin, and cy turns the point against the soft, fleshy part beneath the jaw. gentle encouragement to raise his head — made easier now by the use of his arm. ）
Do you know why they showed that restraint?
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That, and the trust — like a shining tether between them, allowing him to indulge this subjugation from within the safe cradle of this man's guidance, this man's control.
The point finds his chin, and he resists until the last possible second, until the blade threatens blood, then lifts his head with the aid of a forearm braced on the mattress. His hair is messy and hangs into his face, but his eyes are visible — expression like cool fire through the dark fringe, defiant even to the position he's been reduced.]
I assume it has something to do with you. But you'll tell me anyway, won't you?
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（ he pats sasuke's cheek with the flat of the blade, and then puts it away again. then, reaching, he hefts him by the arm and with a flick of his wrist he pitches sasuke off the bed and onto the floor. there's a thick, plush rug there to break his fall — but there's concrete beneath it, and he can't fall well given how he'll have to protect himself from the humbler.
there's no saying where he got the leash from, but he does lean down and clip it through the d-ring of the collar. when he sits back in the chair, he jerks at it, dragging sasuke closer to him. ）
I was kinda hopin' you'd guess. Now, come here. You're going to suck my dick — and if it's on the tip of your tongue to ask me why, or a thought in your head to do something naughty like try to bite me, I'm going to remind you that you're not the only one we've captured from your side tonight. You're just the only one that's in this room. Do you care about your men, Uchiha?
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cw: suicide/rape/torture mention
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cw: now we're into object fucking and breathplay ig
🤡 they are so (not) normal!!!!!
cw from here on out for deliberate misgendering/threats of sexual violence/breeding/etc
the cws keep evolving
the final pokemon evolution gonna be wild
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cw: abuser-coded language, hahaha...
🤡💦💦
they are Not Normal
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cw: now we're into piercings
can they stop being insane for 5 seconds
all signs point to 'no'.
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'making sasuke participate in his own torment is my kink' - cy, ten k years and a half
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it's not a cysuke thread without cy talking sadly abt war horrors at some point tbh
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here there be dragons
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the endlessness of horny, pt8349823^2999
they will never stop
once u pop...
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we are cringe but we are free