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[chokuto]

[The momentary relief of that mouth's absence allows his thoughts to flow, less fogged, right hand smoothing Cy's hair off a wet brow with aching affection.]

I don't know. Usually, I surrender more quickly as the scene progresses... because it feels so good. [Perhaps in those moments he is too honest to help himself.] But this time, I could try to hold out longer. So that being broken and forced to submit is what changes me.

[Rather than a submission he's longed for, one brought out by a harsh hand — which is closer to the truth of what Cy summons awake and alive in him.]

You've probably noticed, but I don't have a lot of practice at it. Playing a role. I've only ever known how to be myself. [His own circumstances made it impossible to be anything else.] But I like the idea, pretending. And improving at it.

[hallowing]

（ another soft kiss, the hand easing back from sasuke's cock to stroke down one leg and close around his ankle as he noses at his balls, paying them gentle attention here perhaps in anticipation of what they've agreed to later. ）

It would've been impossible to hide who you were. （ the sharingan made the uchiha infamous, but as one of only two living bearers, it would have been worse. itachi's death would have only intensified it. ） But you've got a natural talent for the acting part. I'd enjoy that — you resisting.

（ his attention shifts back to the head of sasuke's cock, and he laps at it, catlike. ）

I think I said something like this before, back during the cat ear debacle, but I wanna say it again while we're both clearheaded. （ he sits back on his haunches, looking up at sasuke more seriously, one hand still circling his ankle, the other petting in little strokes against his belly. then — ） I love doing this stuff with you. The BDSM, the roleplay, all the rest. But it's not something I need from you. I'd be happy making love to you for the rest of your life, just getting lost in your eyes. If the rougher stuff ever becomes something you lose the taste for, you won't lose me to say it. It doesn't even need to be sex. Just being with you would be enough for me, beyond time.

[chokuto]

[The compliment, and Cy's confirmation of enjoyment — both serve to veer his mind in that direction, imagining how it will be to play into that defiant role. The closest they've managed such a scenario came from within genjutsu, but Sasuke finds himself eager to recreate it in reality now.

It hasn't taken much for his cock to thicken with arousal after the morning's denial; he squirms at the renewed attention, lips pressed into a thin line to keep down any noise. The skin of his balls, naturally tender and sensitive to touch, only makes it worse — and then Cy dares to broach such sentiment. It seems to wash over him warm and sweet as spring rain, so that when he blinks his eyes feel damp, shower water disguising it but for a slight reddening in the whites.]

Okay.

[The word is — roughened with that emotion. He swallows, tries again.]

I understand. I don't need it either, but... I like doing it with you too. I might have gone the rest of my life without experiencing real pleasure, and I wouldn't have known enough to miss it. So, thank you for showing me. [He feels his ankle twitch beneath Cy's hand, gently nudging with wet toes into the touch.] There may be times where we do these things less, and that will be fine with me. All I care about is being at your side.

[Sasuke recognizes that he was always capable of communicating his heart like this — at some point, it had just become too difficult, until Cy showed him there was no shame or fear in it.]

I mean it, though. I like that you're my Dom. No one else's.

[hallowing]

（ cy leans briefly against his thigh, head bowed with sentiment. sasuke's hand is still in his hair, and he's grateful for the gravity of the contact. his voice is rather less rough, but that's just his experience in handling knives that does it, as he murmurs — ）

When did you get to be such a sap, beloved? （ the circle of his fingers against sasuke's ankle tightens in acknowledgement of that touch, and his thumb strokes against the jut of the medial bone. ） I like that too. In reverse, anyway.

（ there's a soft laugh, huffed out against sasuke's skin as he lifts his head, returning his attention to sasuke's cock. between kisses — ）

Anything off limits for this scene, to say or do?

[chokuto]

[He makes a soft sound, though it soon devolves into a hitched breath at the mouth that returns to his cock, wet with water and so hot, given Cy's natural body temperature. It tightens fingers slightly in Cy's hair; he tries not to pull, but the flex of knuckles indicates a repressed urge.

I was always capable of it, he almost admits. That there was once a child free and open with his thoughts and feelings, who ran to his mother for love, his father for praise, and his older brother for — everything. But he suspects Cy is aware of this already. That hidden compassion he'd called out only the second time they'd ever met.]

Hm. I'm not really certain.

[But he still tries to imagine what might cross a line if he encountered it during a scene.]

... Anything about Itachi. Though, you probably know that. It's fine to use my status as the last of the Uchiha, I think we've done that somewhat before. I'm accustomed to the title as long as it isn't used more specifically to refer to my family members. Or... the truth about what happened. Does that makes sense?

[hallowing]

（ his palm slips down from sasuke's stomach, overlapping sasuke's in his hair, and he demonstrates a tighter grip before briefly patting at the boy's knuckles and shifting away again. he doesn't mind if he wants to get a little rough. ）

Mm. Yeah. And I won't call you weak, either.

（ he wants to show sasuke he remembers that from months ago, now. then: ）

I was thinking of a couple scenarios — maybe one where I'm threatening to throw you to my men if you don't please me, or maybe fucking you in front of them as a way to demoralize your side. （ his hand curls around sasuke's cock, stroking down its length and giving him space to pay mind to his balls again. he pulls one into his mouth with a gentle suck, nosing into the other before pulling away. ） Maybe the other, I'm threatening to use you as breeding stock to strengthen my army. Either you as a male, maybe being forced to impregnate girls in my harem, or turning you into a woman and all the accompanying filthy language — any thoughts?

[chokuto]

[A nod of affirmation to that first part, and then he tightens the grip of his hand as directed, tugging in response to the way Cy's lips work at his balls — there's a whimper just behind his teeth, shut tight.]

We could... combine those. [How did Cy know he was going to ask for an element of breeding? The interest shows in the twitch of his cock beneath that hand, arousal pooling molten in his belly.] Turning me into a woman so you can use me for children, and if I don't do well enough at that, then you'll give me to the other men for it.

[Now his voice rasps with more than emotion, squirming renewed against the wall of the shower.]

But not right away. First, you torture me as a man. [He's come to find these discussions a stimulating sort of foreplay — mismatched eyes bright with interest.] You can do it to me as a woman, too, if you want. With my... breasts.

[The day he says 'titties' out loud he will be truly changed.]

[hallowing]

（ there's a chuckle, and the hand lifts from sasuke's ankle to cup his balls, turning the grip into a gentle massage, and then a downward tug. ）

I can do that. （ wants to, in fact. honestly, he's perfectly aware that sasuke can make clones and that it's an element he wants to add one day, but getting him to swap sexes is causing significant hyperfocus.

it's probably the titties. ） Have you thought about the type of torture you want on your balls? I'd prefer to keep it to a low number, but I'll let you pick.

[chokuto]

[His ability to participate in this conversation is beginning to degrade slightly, hand forming a fist against Cy's scalp at the tug on his balls where the skin is tight and close to his body.]

Type...? You mean, more than the humbler? I haven't thought of anything. Do you have — suggestions?

[Breath comes a little quicker, obviously affected.]

[hallowing]

（ sasuke's breath quickens, and cy eases back. intending fully to ruin the build of an orgasm, he simply stops all attention to both cock and balls, and instead shifts forward on his knees to press a kiss against sasuke's stomach. ）

I could whip them. Not too hard. I could spank you, and put the occasional swat against them. I could make you sit on them and then exert force in your lap. Wax can be fun, electricity — probably something more like the prod than the electrodes like last time? There's all kinds of things you can do — obviously, nothing that's going to cause permanent damage.

[chokuto]

You, [a sharp breath in, almost unable to control the way his hips buck to chase that mouth, frustrated moan smothered low in his throat.] — you're awful, teasing me like this.

[Fussy, but not a sentiment he truly means outside the sexual torment.]

I can't decide. There are too many options. But, the first few you mentioned, where you're the one hitting me... [Maybe he's too biased by the fact of how badly he wants Cy to touch him now, but the thought is appealing, almost overwhelmingly so.] I like those. Where it's you, controlling me.

[Whipping, spanking, being forced to sit — it's a potent fume of lust that crowds out his mind of all thought.]

I trust you with any of it.

[hallowing]

I told you I wanted to edge you.

（ 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. ）

[chokuto]

[He sees what you're doing.]

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.

cbt + POW shit + cnc + forced pregnancy kink from here

[hallowing]

（ 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. ）

Still feeling okay, sweetheart?

the unhingening begins

[chokuto]

[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.]

their content warnings are a gift and a curse and a reckoning all at once

[hallowing]

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.

just cysuke things

[chokuto]

[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.

[hallowing]

（ 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. ）

How we doing? Talk me through it.

[chokuto]

[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.]

[hallowing]

（ 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.

[chokuto]

I'm — trying.

[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.]

[hallowing]

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?

[chokuto]

[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.]

[hallowing]

（ 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?

[chokuto]

[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.]