obikaka stories(smut)

Owned

Author: Drakojana
Kakashi is reminded who he belongs to.

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Kakashi glared at his reflection in the mirror. Everything ached and every spot his gaze landed on stung. Nearly every inch of his body was littered with bites, hickeys and bruises. They weren't the type that would fade away after a day or two, either. They looked like they were meant to stay there, permanently marking him.

He shuddered as he felt his weak legs wobble under his weight again. He'd just woken up and he already felt exhausted. The worst ache wasn't even one that was visible but on the inside. Kakashi needed to shower, quickly.

He was starting to regret his decision to become a regular employee at the brothel. Initially, he'd been pulled in by the prospect of anonymity and not having to look the clients in the eyes. Kakashi didn't care for feeling anything when they had their way with him. But he did get used to taking a pill that would fill him with ecstasy before each day of work. Even though he visited the establishment only once a week, it became his routine quickly.

Kakashi couldn't expect his latest client to be so... different. He should've known better. He sighed tiredly as he turned on the water in the shower. It might help wash off the exhaustion.

"I can't believe you're such a whore," the masked man growled as he looked at Kakashi. The silver-haired man repressed a shudder at the low tone and only spread his legs a bit further apart. He knew they all loved when he pushed his ass up in the air.

"I'm all yours," he replied in a teasing manner.

He didn't expect the client to jump onto the bed and immediately put a hand on the back of his throat to push his head into the mattress further. That man was feeling possessive, it seemed.

"I didn't ask you to say a single fucking thing," the snarl Kakashi got in return made his stomach tighten in anticipation. "You'll just use that bitch mouth to moan for me, understood?"

Kakashi wanted to ask what name he was expecting him to moan but he was interrupted by a harsh slap over his left asscheek. He gasped in excitement a bit involuntarily. The damn drug was doing its thing.

"What a slut, already moaning. Do you like it when it hurts? I'll make sure it fucking hurts."

Each droplet felt like a needle on his skin. Kakashi sobbed from the pain that only flared up under the water. He didn't care to even start washing with the sponge. It would all hurt anyway. His legs didn't want to support him any longer either and he rested his back against the tiles.

Out of curiosity, he pressed the finger down on one of the deepest purples on his forearm. It hurt like bitch and Kakashi could see the outline of his last client's fingers. No one had ever handled him that roughly. The worst part about it all was that despite all the pain, Kakashi couldn't decide whether he truly disliked it or not.

Kakashi was trying not to hiss when the grip on his hips tightened. Each finger dug deeply into his skin, nearly immobilising him. His asscheeks were spread apart, putting his hole on display. He wasn't sure what to do when he could feel his client's hungry gaze on his twitching ring muscles, waiting to be penetrated.

He kept quiet, though, as he'd been already slapped and choked twice for trying to say anything. The masked man didn't hold back his insults and brothel-worthy titles.