How To Punish A Minion: Naraku's Guide

How to Punish A Minion- Naraku’s Guide.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha, Naraku, or Byakuya, or anyone else, Rumiko Takahashi does. I don’t make any money from the writing of this.

A/N: I was peacefully trying to write a nice fluffy scene for the story I’m writing, and this thing popped into my head and demanded to be written. I don’t know what’s wrong with me or how I managed to come up with such a thing, and can only conclude that I’m seriously, extremely disturbed. It was written after a long period of no sleep and too much caffeine, but that’s still not really an excuse…

For those of you who don’t read the manga, Kagura died, and Byakuya was created by Naraku a little while after her death. He flies around on a giant paper crane, carries a lotus around with him, and is pretty.

If you didn’t read the warnings before clicking on this, go do so now! This is sick, twisted, dark, disturbing and such, and if you think there is anything someone could possibly write that you would find too disturbing to read, then this is it, and you should go away now and not read this. I can’t believe I wrote this! waah!

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How to Punish A Minion- Naraku’s Guide.


As usual, he as failed me. Always, he fails me. It was only a small intelligence gathering mission, insignificant to my more important plans, but still, the fact remains…

“You have failed me, Byakuya.” I state the obvious.

“I am sorry, Naraku-sama.” He tells me. As if I do not realise he is regretful. He knows what is coming, so naturally, he is afraid and regretful.

I stare down at him, allowing a faint smile to appear on my lips. I see it has the desired effect; he shivers, slightly. I reach out and take the lotus flower which dangles from his hand. He watches as I bring it to my face, inhaling deeply of it’s sickly sweet aroma. He knows he will not be forgiven. He is never forgiven.

“You have failed me, Byakuya.” I repeat. I like to repeat myself. Repeating ones’ self is an effective way of impressing your points upon those who are inferior. Those who are inferior will pay attention to ones’ points more, if one repeats ones’ self.


I turn, and gracefully, I stride down the hallway. Of course, he knows he has to follow. I hear his heart beating steadily faster as we approach my chambers. We arrive, and he closes the door behind us. I turn to watch as he nervously makes his way to the centre of the room. Satisfied with his obedience, I make myself comfortable on the futon.

“Undress.” I command.

“Hai, Naraku-sama.”

Slowly, but smoothly, he divests himself of his many articles of clothing. My eyes appraise his every move, heightening his fear. He knows that if I see the slightest hesitation to bare his flesh to me, the punishment will be increased.

He stands naked before me, and I absent mindedly allow my fingers to twirl the lotus as I appraise his creamy pale flesh. I begin with his clean feet, take in the lightly muscled calves and pause a moment to dwell for a moment on his long, slender member, resting flaccid above his shapely thighs. This unnerves him; I hear him release a breath as my eyes make their way up his abdomen and over his muscular chest. Now freed from it’s bindings, his long silky hair, as black as my heart itself, falls behind his shoulders and down his back. His eyes want to hide behind his bangs, but alas! I created them in just such a way as too deprive him of that ability- strands rest on his brows, then lengthen beside his face framing it’s pale beauty, and allowing me to fully appreciate the almost-innocent looking eyes and their long dark lashes. Truly, I have created a work of art in Mugen no Byakuya. His heart shaped lips are pursed, and he is looking at me, awaiting the order he knows will come next.

“Come here, Byakuya.”

“Hai, Naraku-sama.”

He comes to me, and lays himself on the futon beside me.
By now, I have put down his lotus, using my hand to explore his body instead. The smooth flesh trembles slightly beneath my light touches. I pluck at the pink nipples, then trace my hand down to his manhood. Despite the now obvious look of misery on Byakuya’s face, all it takes is a few teasing strokes, and it begins to harden under my touch. Once again, I congratulate myself on the perfection with which I designed the luscious body before me.

I caress his balls, then bring my other hand up to his mouth, and he takes my fingers in, doing his very best to coat them in as much saliva as possible. I take them away again before he feels he’s ensured himself of reducing the pain which will eventually come; I see the look of worry crossing his elegant features as they are torn from his mouth, leaving a string of saliva across his chin. How foolish you are, my pet. You already know it would make no difference. My passage will end up being eased by a more appealing kind of lubricant, anyway.

And as afraid as he is, the cock wrapped in my hand still retains its hardness, and as my finger slides into him, I watch a bead of pre-come appearing at it’s tip. I lean down to taste it, savouring the salty flavour in my mouth as I change the finger into a thick tentacle and begin fucking him with it. I bask in the mixed expressions shown on his face. He is terrified, and he hates me, and most, he hates that I am forcing him to feel pleasure. Poor Byakuya. It was a stroke of genius, when I thought to design a youkai who would be aroused by their own pain and suffering.

His cock begins to swell in my hand, but just as he is about to find release, I tear both of my hands away from him. He lets out a small sound of frustration. I feel myself becoming aroused.

I insert another tentacle into him, and I cause it to swell and change shape inside of him, pressing against that little spot inside that brings him so much pleasure. He begins to moan. It does not take long before he is again ready to come, and again I exit his body, leaving him unfulfilled.

This time, it is not one tentacle, but several long thin ones which worm their way into his body, probing and wriggling deep inside. More wrap around his cock, and I provide his mouth with another large one. He suckles on it, greedily. All he knows now is his desperate desire to find release.

I leave him on the brink of orgasm once again, and begin to undress. I can see him struggling to prevent touching himself, as he knows all too well what will befall him if he does so. This amuses me.

I position my swollen cock at his entrance, and stare into his tortured eyes as I thrust myself in. He moans, noisily. I fuck him, caress his member for a while, then, as usual, I withdraw, leaving him unfulfilled.

After basking in the beauty of his pleas for release and frustrated squirming for a minute, I plunge myself back into him. As with all parts of my body, my cock can also morph and change shape according to my whims. It has swollen now, tearing his abused passage, and the head has formed itself into a point, stabbing and ripping, but the pain does nothing to alleviate Byakuya’s arousal. Indeed, he is quite the work of art. His cries of pleasure grow louder, mingled with pain, and it is music to my ears.

I can feel his sweet blood coating my cock now, and I delight in it, letting myself swell yet larger inside of him to increase the wonderful friction. He is in agony now, but he also is getting ready to come, and a single tear slides down his cheek. I lick it up, and release my seed deep inside of him. I give another couple of thrusts, then watch the look on his face as I pull out, right when he was about to finally come.

Catching my breath, I extend a tentacle to reach for the chains I keep beside my futon, and bind his hands and feet so that he will be unable to touch himself. He is pleading for me to let him come, but, of course, I ignore him. When I have dressed, I take up his lotus flower again, and plunge it’s hard stem through the weeping tip of his cock, driving it deep into the centre of his shaft. He screams in agony, and I smile.

I stride out of the room, leaving him pained and still aroused. In a few hours, he will have calmed down, and I will perhaps return to release him. The next time I give him a task, Byakuya will be all the more anxious not to fail, but, if he does, there’s always something in it for me. I am thoroughly satisfied with a minion well-designed, and a punishment well executed.


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So, ah, yeah. The end.