（ 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?
[There's a — gasp, inhaled a little too quick, in the moment before he is shoved over the edge of the bed beholden to the strength in Cy's grasp. Reflex has him catching his weight on hand and knees, and the rug absorbs some of the blow but not all of it, blunt impact a dull vibration through his body down to the humbler with an aching snag of taut skin that almost makes him cry out. Almost. He puts his face down against the rug instead, composing himself, swallowing the pain. Taking it.]
I don't need to guess. [The words are bitten through his teeth, chewed and spat out — hardly able to recover his balance before the leash yanks him up, forced in a forward tilt.] That is what it's all for, isn't it? Your depraved lust. I should have known not to expect better.
[He can't let it show that he fears any of this, but — there is a glimmer of it at the mention of his men. A fracture in the steely discipline, because someone like Sasuke would care more for the lives of others than himself, and he would feel that burden on his shoulders, faced by the enemy's capture. Even proud, even on his knees suffering this shame and humiliation, he would sacrifice himself if necessary.]
（ he laughs, reeling sasuke closer until the boy can't help but settle right between his open thighs. the leash is tied off against one of the chair's arms, leaving almost no slack, no room to run. he hooks his ankles behind sasuke's knees, not only spreading his legs somewhat forcibly, but also ensuring he has no way to back up. ）
I haven't gotten here by letting my enemies martyr themselves by sword or servility, Uchiha.
（ he leans down and seizes sasuke's jaw in a cruel, bruising grip. pulling him forward. ）
If you can impress me, I'll consider killing them outright instead of giving them to my men. You don't have to act like you like it — in fact, I'd rather you didn't. But you bite me once, I'll bring the youngest one in here and torture him to death while you watch, so mind your manners.
[The forceful spread of thighs jostles the device holding sensitive skin, and Sasuke's jaw flexes against the bruising grip that tilts his head up — movements restricted by the position, he has no choice but to face the man above him. That dark glared is maintained, defiance aglow in a prideful expression unwilling to break despite the display made of his body. His hand finds the edge of the chair, braced to keep from swaying forward.
In the context of this scene, he has never seen the warlord who has conquered him outside the battlefield before — and though it is masked, though he conceals it with discipline, there's no denying how breathlessly attractive Cy is to him like this, sprawled on the throne of a chair and delivering cruelty with such ease.]
So, after you kill my men, what will you do with me? [Better not to talk about them. Better to turn this man's attention onto himself.] You know it wouldn't be wise to leave me alive. You've seen what I am capable of.
（ it took, on average, a century for kulo vayn to subjugate a world to his preference. he wasn't hurried about it. he would hunt people down just to kill them barehanded. make examples of them in the street. he was never prepossessed of guile — he didn't lie. he would just tell people, over and over, that they would die, and that he would kill them. sometimes, they would kill themselves first and he would force the captive god he kept in the void to drag them back from death so he could do it again, properly. and for those centuries, cy watched, and begged, and pleaded, and then eventually grew quiet. no help was coming, and it became easier to accept that death was the inevitable outcome after whatever other cruel tortures had caught his interest.
it made him shameful, once, the way those experiences shaped his tastes. he carried that for a long time within himself — but looking at sasuke on his knees, rife with defiance and beauty and strength, he doesn't mind so much where the genesis of the preference came from — only that it lead him here.
he makes a speculative sound, leaning his chin into his palm. ）
Trying to distract me. Cute — if clumsy — but go on. What should I do with you, then? Since I've 'seen what you're capable of'.
[As if the answer to that question could be less obvious. Sasuke pulls on the leash, even as it cuts the collar against his throat to a degree that presses a red, angry line against pale skin.]
After you're satisfied. Do whatever you want to me now, then end my life.
（ he traces the line of the leash to sasuke's throat, lets his fingers settle atop it and squeezes, just a little. ）
That'd be convenient for you. You're a trained warrior, you knew what to expect going into this fight if you lost. A little degradation, a little shame you can stand, if you knew death was at the finish line, huh? Death and pain — your own, anyway — don't scare you.
（ he smiles — it's not a terribly nice expression, devoid of his usual genuine good humour. instead, it's callous, and cruelty is writ plain. he drags sasuke closer between his legs, ruthless, not caring for the pressure it's going to put on his balls nor how it's going to force him to move to accommodate it.
his other hand drops to his pants and undoes them, taking his cock out from where it's been straining uncomfortably against one thigh. he forces sasuke to bend, pushing the head of his cock against his close-lipped mouth with a flex of his thighs, and when he doesn't immediately move to open them he settles for rubbing a smear of precome in a gloss against his lips. ）
It's worse to live with it. To carry it. And you've been a considerable source of frustration for me for a long, long time. Why would I want to make this easy on you? Open.
[The strain is visible on his face once he's dragged in closer — where normally he might have lasted, reigning in that place of apathy and arrogance where he once lived, the humbler is new to him and the pain associated like bright fire between his legs. There's a gasp, flinching beneath the hand that finds his throat, feeling his own heartbeat in a fast stutter beneath it. Excitement, adrenaline coaxed by pain.
It's also impossible not to watch, rapt, as Cy pulls his cock loose from the confines of clothing to reveal the state of its arousal. Hard flesh is full and flushed with blood, reminding Sasuke of that first time he let Cy spank him — the way he'd seen that pleasure played back in Cy's body language as it is now. It leaves his mouth dry, but he suppresses a desire to wet his lips.]
Do you deal with all of your enemies this personally, or am I special?
[He makes sure the question is pressed directly to the crown of the man's cock, a drawl of haughty words before obedience. He plays at reluctance — refusing to acknowledge the shiny smear of precome like a lipstick on his mouth, lips parted only the scantest few centimeters that will have to be forced wider.]
（ he hooks a thumb in the corner of sasuke's mouth and wrenches at his jaw, forcing it open, forcing sasuke to take him in. his mouth is hot, tongue pressed flat in continued defiance, and cy enjoys the resistance as he pulls him down far enough to choke. sasuke has no choice but to relax his throat and accept the head of his cock at its back, and although he gives him a few seconds to adjust it's certainly not the time he'd otherwise grant if this was a vanilla scene. once sasuke has his nose forcibly pressed in against his pubes, cy strokes a hand through the dark spill of his hair and continues genially — ）
Not all of them. See, this sort of treatment is a privilege.
（ the leash gets untied from the chair arm, and then he hooks it through a beltloop on his pants and then it's looped about the back of sasuke's neck. like this, sasuke has no way to pull himself back far enough to come completely off his cock, narrowing the possibility of resistance down to nearly nothing.
one foot braces against the humbler, where its edges jut out from the backs of sasuke's thighs, and he pushes at it, adding pressure to one side. he knows it will hurt — and he knows just as well that sasuke can take it. ）
The stronger they are on the battlefield, the more I want them on their knees. You've hit me where it hurts, Uchiha — killing my men. （ there's a disappointed little suck of his teeth, and then he lets sasuke back just enough to pull him back down onto the spear of his cock. ） Come on, work for it. I said you didn't have to act like you liked it, not that you don't have to perform. The quicker you get me off, the more quickly we can get to the next part of your penance.
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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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I don't need to guess. [The words are bitten through his teeth, chewed and spat out — hardly able to recover his balance before the leash yanks him up, forced in a forward tilt.] That is what it's all for, isn't it? Your depraved lust. I should have known not to expect better.
[He can't let it show that he fears any of this, but — there is a glimmer of it at the mention of his men. A fracture in the steely discipline, because someone like Sasuke would care more for the lives of others than himself, and he would feel that burden on his shoulders, faced by the enemy's capture. Even proud, even on his knees suffering this shame and humiliation, he would sacrifice himself if necessary.]
And? I do this, you'll let them live?
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I haven't gotten here by letting my enemies martyr themselves by sword or servility, Uchiha.
（ he leans down and seizes sasuke's jaw in a cruel, bruising grip. pulling him forward. ）
If you can impress me, I'll consider killing them outright instead of giving them to my men. You don't have to act like you like it — in fact, I'd rather you didn't. But you bite me once, I'll bring the youngest one in here and torture him to death while you watch, so mind your manners.
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In the context of this scene, he has never seen the warlord who has conquered him outside the battlefield before — and though it is masked, though he conceals it with discipline, there's no denying how breathlessly attractive Cy is to him like this, sprawled on the throne of a chair and delivering cruelty with such ease.]
So, after you kill my men, what will you do with me? [Better not to talk about them. Better to turn this man's attention onto himself.] You know it wouldn't be wise to leave me alive. You've seen what I am capable of.
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it made him shameful, once, the way those experiences shaped his tastes. he carried that for a long time within himself — but looking at sasuke on his knees, rife with defiance and beauty and strength, he doesn't mind so much where the genesis of the preference came from — only that it lead him here.
he makes a speculative sound, leaning his chin into his palm. ）
Trying to distract me. Cute — if clumsy — but go on. What should I do with you, then? Since I've 'seen what you're capable of'.
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[As if the answer to that question could be less obvious. Sasuke pulls on the leash, even as it cuts the collar against his throat to a degree that presses a red, angry line against pale skin.]
After you're satisfied. Do whatever you want to me now, then end my life.
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（ he traces the line of the leash to sasuke's throat, lets his fingers settle atop it and squeezes, just a little. ）
That'd be convenient for you. You're a trained warrior, you knew what to expect going into this fight if you lost. A little degradation, a little shame you can stand, if you knew death was at the finish line, huh? Death and pain — your own, anyway — don't scare you.
（ he smiles — it's not a terribly nice expression, devoid of his usual genuine good humour. instead, it's callous, and cruelty is writ plain. he drags sasuke closer between his legs, ruthless, not caring for the pressure it's going to put on his balls nor how it's going to force him to move to accommodate it.
his other hand drops to his pants and undoes them, taking his cock out from where it's been straining uncomfortably against one thigh. he forces sasuke to bend, pushing the head of his cock against his close-lipped mouth with a flex of his thighs, and when he doesn't immediately move to open them he settles for rubbing a smear of precome in a gloss against his lips. ）
It's worse to live with it. To carry it. And you've been a considerable source of frustration for me for a long, long time. Why would I want to make this easy on you? Open.
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It's also impossible not to watch, rapt, as Cy pulls his cock loose from the confines of clothing to reveal the state of its arousal. Hard flesh is full and flushed with blood, reminding Sasuke of that first time he let Cy spank him — the way he'd seen that pleasure played back in Cy's body language as it is now. It leaves his mouth dry, but he suppresses a desire to wet his lips.]
Do you deal with all of your enemies this personally, or am I special?
[He makes sure the question is pressed directly to the crown of the man's cock, a drawl of haughty words before obedience. He plays at reluctance — refusing to acknowledge the shiny smear of precome like a lipstick on his mouth, lips parted only the scantest few centimeters that will have to be forced wider.]
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Not all of them. See, this sort of treatment is a privilege.
（ the leash gets untied from the chair arm, and then he hooks it through a beltloop on his pants and then it's looped about the back of sasuke's neck. like this, sasuke has no way to pull himself back far enough to come completely off his cock, narrowing the possibility of resistance down to nearly nothing.
one foot braces against the humbler, where its edges jut out from the backs of sasuke's thighs, and he pushes at it, adding pressure to one side. he knows it will hurt — and he knows just as well that sasuke can take it. ）
The stronger they are on the battlefield, the more I want them on their knees. You've hit me where it hurts, Uchiha — killing my men. （ there's a disappointed little suck of his teeth, and then he lets sasuke back just enough to pull him back down onto the spear of his cock. ） Come on, work for it. I said you didn't have to act like you liked it, not that you don't have to perform. The quicker you get me off, the more quickly we can get to the next part of your penance.
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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