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Tobirama was nearly shaking in anticipation. It had taken weeks and months of re-negotiating and cajoling but finally, Madara had relented and she got it her way: Strapped into place—eager, but left waiting. For now.She hadn’t noticed the suspiciously shaped hole in the wall of Madara’s studio during her first session. That life-altering first session, that she’d initially planned for to be only a singular occasion and thus barely worth her attention—even though she’d been desperate enough in her curiosity to entrust a stranger to take care of her carnal desires. But then Madara’s expertly executed services had shaped up to be so much more than Tobirama could ever have imagined, leaving the supple leather of his working bench drenched with her fluids and her mind blissfully silent for once. Tobirama couldn’t have stayed away even if she’d truly wanted to. There was no denying the fact, not after seeing the tape he had produced on her request and she saw herself—a pinnacle of iron-clad self control—in the throes of pleasure as Madara forced her into peak after peak with nothing but his hands and the sinful words falling from his lips. It was a revelation, to say the least. For all that sexual fulfilment had never been a priority before, now that she had experienced what it could be like, Tobirama found herself unable to steer her thoughts away for more than a few weeks at a time—if even that. The relaxation their sessions brought was too tempting now that she had acquired a taste for it and found herself so much more productive in the aftermath. Her research had never flown easier. Although, in the beginning of their arrangement, it admittedly did grate on her sense of independence that her newfound stress relief seemingly could only be provided by one person. She had tried other avenues, picked up various men and women to replicate what Madara so effortlessly provided, but each of them was found lacking when faced with her newly established standards. Tobirama had never contented herself with anything less than the best. And after she accepted that Madara simply was the best for what she desired, a more permanent arrangement had been the logical next step. Thankfully they had a flourishing—satisfying—working relationship before she met the up-until-then still nameless man at her brother’s birthday party, where he was promptly introduced as the elusive best friend Hashirama hadn’t shut up about for the past few years. Sometimes, Konoha truly was too small for Tobirama’s tastes. Thankfully, they were both adults, had their expectations for each other clearly communicated, and, confirming the first impression she did have of him, Madara proved himself a consummate professional—even with the knowledge that it was his best friend’s little sister who regularly paid him a considerable fee to get her off and capture it on tape for her growing collection.Tobirama could not wait for this tape, though. She had wanted to try out this particular brand of gloryhole ever since she noticed it on her second visit to Madara’s studio and realised what its purpose was. But true to form, the contrary asshole had stubbornly denied her. “Not for casual clients,” he’d said. Tobirama had scoffed at that but soon was brought back in line when Madara narrowed his eyes on her, his entire demeanour developing a gravity that drew her in. “It requires trust. Not just you trusting me, but I need to be able to trust you that you know your limits. Which you don’t—not yet, anyway.” He could have left it at that, but Tobirama had since learned that Madara never missed a chance to rile her up some more. Even if he already had her soaking wet and spread out naked on his bench. “I wouldn’t be able to read your face,” he murmured back then, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes as he dragged wet fingers from her lips down to her tits and pinched a nipple, making her arch in her restraints and helplessly pant as his fingers continued their way further down. “Which means I’ll need to be able to read your twitching hole.” Needless to say, Tobirama had swiftly been distracted from her discovery. And positively obsessed as soon as she saw the tape of their session afterwards, and her evolving imagination ran away from her as she pictured all the possibilities. And now, finally, she had Madara pinned where she wanted him. Or, well. It was more prudent to say she was pinned where she wanted to be—trapped in a small, dark space with only her ass and the back of her thighs hanging out into Madara’s studio. Her only companion the blinking red light between her feet where a camera was angled onto her face.Tobirama was so goddamn excited—even more so because she had no idea what to expect. Oh, Madara had gotten his will—when didn’t he? Now that Tobirama had more experience with the services he provided, they had sat down to sign a proper, potentially lasting contract. But for all that—in some aspects—he seemed to know her better than she knew herself, he certainly hadn’t expected her changed choices on the updated interest sheet that now only contained a single cross. It had been glorious to see Madara flounder for once.
“Seriously—Free Use? Do you even know what that entails?”
“I’m eager to learn,” Tobirama easily shrugged. “And in this, I trust you to make the right decisions for me. I can still use my words, no?”
The only downside to living out this particular fantasy first thing after their new contract was that Tobirama was bereft of watching Madara’s face as he had his wicked way with her. To his specifications, for a change. But alas, needs must and her desire to be trapped and used in this particular way far outweighed her intrigue about the predatory intent she’d been able to read in Madara’s face in response to her easy admittance. Something creaked, and Tobirama twitched. Just like that, her attention was firmly back in the presence. On every muffled sound she could hear from behind the wall, every change of air she could feel against her openly exposed bottom. There wasn’t much else she could do, strapped in place as she was. Her feet were firmly anchored to the wall to allow her some illusion of leverage for all that her lower half was kept in place by the straps around her thighs and across her stomach, preventing her from shying away from Madara’s touch when it would eventually come. Well, she could get out easily enough—the handcuffs trapping her hands only fastened to the wall over her head by an open hook that she could easily sleep free from and use her unbound fingers to open the straps keeping her in place. But where would be the fun in that? It was so much more exciting to be spread out for the taking, helpless in face of the arousal only Madara seemed able to give her.Tobirama was gagging for it, and not ashamed to admit it.Toes digging into the wall, she wiggled her ass in a silent demand. She had been left hanging long enough, for all that it only had been minutes since Madara strapped her in and left her alone in the dark to properly lose herself in whatever fantasy she chose for today.
SLAP.
Tobirama jolted. The slap didn’t hurt, was more a love tap than anything else. But it did surprise her, for sure. That was not something anyone had dared to do before. Just a little sting that was immediately soothed by a warm hand caressing the spot. Her musings quickly derailed when Madara’s hand moved away from the swell of her ass, a teasing thumb itching closer to where she desperately needed it to be. But Madara went so torturously slow that Tobirama couldn’t help herself and wiggled again to hurry him on. This time, she gasped when her ass got smacked—noticeably harder this time. They hadn’t played this particular game before, she had never thought to ask. But it was certainly something she’d ask to explore at a later date. Now, though, Tobirama wanted some real attention. Despite her general impatience, she forced herself to hold still as Madara’s fingers ever so slowly edged closer to her entrance again. Showing patience, although she possessed none and Madara damn well knew it. It earned her a soft caress of already wet folds, that purposefully missed her clit and clenching hole. Tobirama should have known this would be the result if she allowed Madara free reign in their session. Fucking tease. Any internal complaining fell short when Tobirama suddenly felt the ghost of hair tickle her thighs followed by a gust of breath directly over her core—surely he wouldn’t-?As it turned out, Madara would. And he did. With a vigour that left Tobirama too breathless to moan as she was eaten out with no mercy to be found. As if Madara were a starving man and her cunt his fucking meal, there was nothing delicate about it, nothing shy or restrained as Madara buried his entire face between her spread legs and his tongue inside her convulsing body where he’d so far only ever explored with his fingers. A yell did tear itself from Tobirama’s throat, though, when Madara stopped eating her out, leaving her hole sopping wet, only to lick up all the way from her tailbone over her taint and cunt to torture her clit with an expert tongue that had her helplessly squirting as soon as a finger pressed inside her with intent and the experience of countless hours finding the right spot and technique that worked for her. Tobirama had known, of course, that Madara could play her body like a fiddle—could make her come undone with little to no effort at all by now—but this certainly must have been a new record. It seemed to prove once and for all that she was ruined for anyone else who might catch her attention someday. But could it truly be a bad thing if it felt this good? Through the haze, Tobirama felt something blunt following the lines of her folds, circling her empty hole in a tease of what was to come. She had experimented enough to know the feel of toys, no matter how hard or squishy their material. This was no toy. This was-Madara’s cock—and it couldn’t be anything but—bullied its way inside her body with one long thrust. Tobirama’s surprised groan echoed in the small space around her as the sheer knowledge of it hit her harder than any actually experienced sensation could ever manage. She had been near obsessed with what Madara was hiding within his pants for quite some time now—desire only made worse by his initial statement that the experience was off the table until she was more than a casual client—and now she could finally feel it, although he still hid it from view. If her legs weren’t secured in place, she’d take the initiative to ride that dick to the best of her ability and get at least something more out of it than the slow drag of hard flesh that forced her to experience every ridge and inch separately, until the slow-building orgasm was an inescapable force at the edge of her awareness, a tsunami waiting to break. Not that she would have much success either way, with Madara’s hands spanning the swell of her ass, gripping into its meat to the point where Tobirama was positive it would leave marks she’d feel for a few more days, leaving her with ample opportunity to review this very moment in the privacy of her bedroom. As Tobirama always suspected, Madara possessed self-control past human ability. How else could he keep his torturously slow thrusts even when her second orgasm finally crashed over her in waves—all pressure within her body unfolding until she was gasping for air in the increasingly hot room, beads of sweat running down her neck and sides, teasing the sensitive skin without Madara’s skilful touch—and her insides convulsed around his twitching cock as he came himself without changing his pace. Tobirama liked the thought of being filled with Madara’s cum. Of having her juices mixed with his and creating a whole new mess than the one she had grown used to during her time under his care. But when he drew back, leaving her cunt gaping in the comparatively cool air of his studio, his glide felt entirely too dry to have been aided by his seed—not that there was anything remotely dry to her sex whenever Madara lavished her with his attention. There was no time to mourn the lost opportunity or take a steadying breath during this scant moment of reprieve because, suddenly, Tobirama found Madara’s dick to be replaced by something lithe that was shoved deep inside her without providing much in terms of stretch or friction. It didn’t hurt, simply filled her from within—warming her—until she felt near bloated and the rim of her cunt gave way for the excess to… drip out of her? Oh. The lithe thing—tube?—was removed and Tobirama felt more of the thick fluid seep out of her gaping hole, the experience enhanced by the way she clenched around nothing in her sudden excitement. God, she couldn’t wait to see the tape. If she guessed right, then Madara had used cum lube to make up for the lack of his own, letting the white drip out of her after being used—consequently fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t know she had until just now. Another thing they should try out at a later time, then. Tobirama looked good in white. Someone as visually orientated as Madara—with the way he obsessed over every single knot when tying her up in rope, he had no way to refute that particular observation—shouldn’t be much trouble to convince cumming over her chest and face. Giving her pearls to wear while she wore the red of his ropes. Damn, Tobirama was in serious trouble. Good thing she had already arranged herself with the truth of her situation months before. In the darkness of her box, Tobirama focused her gaze on the red light between her feet, steadily blinking like an eye. She felt watched—even more so than with Madara’s dark eyes on her—and it turned her on too much to keep from clenching again, squeezing out some more of the lube Madara so generously filled her with. She could almost imagine his heavy gaze searing into her dirtied cunt—and who knew? Maybe someone else was also there to watch the show. She’d never know. The thought almost made her cum again. It didn’t help that Madara chose the moment of her fantasy to spread the dripping slickness around, rubbing it into her skin as if to leave an animalistic mark of possession. She lost the fight against her arousal, when he pushed the escaping fluid back to where it came from and, without warning, rigorously fingered her into another squirting orgasm that added to the mess she’d already made. Tobirama wondered if Madara was drenched by it, too. He must be, right? No chance to stand at her side as he usually did while she was stuck in a wall like this. Utterly relaxed and filthy, Tobirama was distracted from her hazy thoughts when the dripping lube eventually tickled her asshole. Involuntary, she scrunched up her nose at the annoying sensation, clenching her ass to ward off the itch that was bound to follow. Attentive as ever, Madara realised her struggle. A brief surge of relief and gratitude washed over Tobirama when a finger gathered the offending slickness—only to have it turn to confused alarm when he pushed it in rather than wiping it away. She’d never been touched there before. Honestly, the thought of trying it out had never even crossed her mind—but here she was. Trapped at Madara’s mercy as he pushed a scoop of lube up her ass with no hesitation until the knuckles of his hand met her ass and his thumb could tease the rim of her sloppy cunt as he crooked his offending finger. Tobirama couldn’t help herself, reflexively clenching down on the hand with head spinning at the unfamiliar sensation, but too relaxed by previous orgasms to be properly disturbed by it. Madara pulled out his finger, only to take up additional lube and also push it into her ass—single finger slipping in as easily as the first time and making for an almost interesting sensation now that the initial shock had passed. He kept up a lazy pump, providing smooth friction as he mapped out the inner walls of her ass as thoroughly as he had done with her cunt when they first got to know each other. And just like with her cunt, Madara didn’t content himself with the slow exploration, soon testing her boundaries with a second—then third—finger, that went in just as easily with how fucked-out Tobirama already felt. Despite her initial jolt of distress, Tobirama almost felt bereft when Madara eventually pulled his fingers free for good. But then something else pressed against her stretched hole, passing by her wet rim before she properly noticed the upcoming intrusion. The second time had her more prepared, as did the third. By the fourth time that something slipped past her body's defences and nestled into the heat of her body, Tobirama was panting at the unfamiliar fullness and repeating stretches of her backdoor that only ever lasted for a moment or two. Too little to get used to, but too much to be ignored. Thankfully, she only had to withstand a fifth insertion before Madara seemed finished. That was, if one discounted the finger that followed, pressing the objects further in and stretching her ass in places Madara hadn’t reached before. If her legs were trembling, Madara was merciful enough to not point it out. Merciful being the wrong word in regards to the devil in disguise, though, since in the wake of Madara’s exiting finger, the objects followed suit even though she’d forced herself to stay relaxed and not fight the intrusion. There was a tug, the gentle tease of her rim from within, but the little ball stayed put, not slipping out despite Madara presumably wanting it to. A slightly harsher tug, followed by a slap to the back of her thigh, made her gasp—but she still held strong in keeping them in. It took a few more repetitions until Tobirama finally understood what Madara expected of her, and the depravity of it had her flush to the roots and protectively clenching down on the objects still nestling inside her body. But after a few more, increasingly harder slaps to her thighs saw her relenting with panting breath, her embarrassment heightening every sensation as she pressed and one ball slipped out, agonisingly slowly as Madara added pressure from the outside to make her work for it. Feel for it, as one ball after another stretched her again on their way to slip free and she was finally empty again. Empty, and shivering from the extortion and helpless arousal when her stinging skin was caressed by soft hands, an open-mouthed kiss pressed to her quivering hole. The heat of Madara’s mouth left her too soon, and Tobirama bit back a pitiful moan, almost swallowing her tongue when his lips were replaced by something blunt. She’d like to think it to be Madara’s dick again, but no. It appeared decidedly smaller, thankfully, and as it pressed in without much pause, it felt much too flexible to be anything but a toy—strangely thin and rigged, following the way of her untried insides as it pressed inside. Too smooth in motion to be wielded by hand. Fuck. Tobirama cursed up a blue streak as her ass was fucked at a leisure and unfaltering pace, so much more controlled than even Madara’s impressive performance before. She couldn’t help but imagine the view the outside camera was capturing right now as the tension in her gut slowly but surely built up and Madara chose this moment of overwhelmed weakness to return his fingers to her dripping folds, slipping between them—spreading them—as he laid her entirely bare and exposed the filthy mess for a clear view of her depravity. Madara must have found the view lacking, though, because he plunged into her neglected cunt with precision and force, bullying another squirting orgasm from her before she even knew it.Through it all, her ass kept being fucked at a steady pace, and despite her sudden orgasm, her arousal didn’t subdue afterwards so much as that it continued to built up for a much greater finale. Distantly, Tobirama was thankful that Madara didn’t make her ass take more of a stretch, her whole body was feeling much too sensitive right now to handle anything more but this and the, hopefully, final peak she could feel approaching with no chance of escape. If nothing else, though, it showed her that she had been right in trusting Madara to take care of her.