D/s Naruto

Warning: some cock abuse

Chapter 12 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

The checkout system at Uchiha’s varied depending on the club member. Some members preferred to have all bills sent to them at home at set intervals while other members preferred to pay for any services per visit. In the case of a master/slave relationship, of course the master handled the payments for both members. Iruka liked to have the costs and fees presented to him at the desk in the front hall before he left rather than in the host’s office where many members preferred to settle for their evening’s entertainment. This way he could watch Kakashi interact with whomever was working the coat check window and the valet parking. He also preferred to add tips for assorted staff in conjunction with specific nights of service rather than monthly or quarterly—not that tips were required, of course.

By the time Sasori, Iruka, and Kakashi reached the front desk, Sasori had notified his staff of the need to bring around Iruka’s car, retrieve Naruto’s phone, and prepare the bill. The other key thing was to make sure that any items left in the club belonging to Iruka were in one of the club’s signature navy bags with the discreet one inch red and white fan logo, ready to be retrieved at the front desk. Tonight a navy bag was waiting with Kakashi’s face mask and Iruka’s cum-soaked boxers. The tape had not been removed from them—doms tended to be control freaks, and it was club policy to keep interference to a minimum.

At the front desk, Iruka turned to Kakashi and removed the collar and leash he’d used from Room 7, returning it. This had been left off the bill. If Iruka had decided to keep it, a discreet bill would have been sent later. Iruka examined the contents of his navy bag and handed it to Kakashi, waving with his hand to indicate he should fetch the coats. As Iruka and Sasori discussed Gaara and Naruto, Kakashi walked to the coatroom and waited. Izumo who was working carefully placed Kakashi’s shirt and Iruka’s suitcoat on the counter, making sure not to accidentally touch Kakashi in any way. Of course, no conversation was exchanged—the treatment of slaves was radically different from the treatment of subs, and that of unattached subs with no contract and not “in scene” was equal to doms. Kakashi checked Iruka’s coat carefully, and then pulled on his navy blue shirt and buttoned it up. It was amazing the transformation it made although his body’s posture was still far from the commanding presence when he was interacting with people as Kakashi himself, not Iruka’s slave.

With the navy shirt covering his “top” of leather straps, his nipple rings, and the red lines of crop marks visible under the straps along his back, he was simply a very tall, good-looking blonde in a sexy pair of pants and a rather conventional dress shirt. His silver necklace with the dangling kanji looked mere ornament, rather than the slave collar it was. It wasn’t unusual for new members or guests to try to talk to him in the arrival or leaving stage, mistaking him for a dom. Kakashi would look down and not reply, which typically solved the problem. Kakashi was under orders to immediately kneel when not moving in the lobby area to avoid this exact situation.

By the time Kakashi had helped Iruka put on his suitcoat, Kotetsu had Iruka’s car waiting and running, Naruto’s cellphone already removed. After verifying with Iruka that he had taken the correct phone, Kotetsu stood aside. It was Kakashi’s job to open the door for Iruka and make sure he was comfortable before returning to drive. Some doms were too controlling to let their subs or slaves drive, but Iruka preferred to be served. On the drive home, Iruka was silent, which had Kakashi on edge. He wasn’t sure exactly what mood Iruka was in, but he was feeling a smug pleasure that Naruto had been yelled at by Iruka and banned from visiting for a while.

Kakashi didn’t dislike Naruto, but he very much disliked how Iruka seemed to focus more on Naruto than himself when the boy was around. He knew that Iruka’s interest in Naruto was paternal, not sexual, but it still bothered him. And to have had Naruto spank him with his hand had been humiliating for several reasons. Kakashi didn’t care that Naruto had watched him being beaten; in fact, it excited him. Besides, when Iruka was wielding an instrument of punishment, his mind was 100% on Kakashi. And on some level, Kakashi knew that Naruto envied him, or at least envied Iruka. Either way, he could hardly watch the two of them without wanting to be involved in the scene or to be part of the emotional intensity of their interaction.

There could be nothing so lonely as being in a room ignored by a dom and a sub totally immersed in each other and each riding that high like no other—unless of course being ignored had been worked into the whole interaction. A simple comment like, “Silence, boy, watch and learn the folly of not pleasing your master” made an immense world of difference to an onlooking sub. Now the punishment was a meaningful lesson, not a reminder that you lacked a dom. For a watching dom, something like,”Do let me know what you think of my form” also was a big kindness, for it gave the visiting dom a little bit of power over the sub, just enough to get over the pain of not having a sub on his own. Naruto with Iruka was never granted that status of an equal dom, much to Kakashi’s inner pleasure. He’d started out his life living with Iruka in chains, and before that had been Iruka’s student. He was always a sub to him, even in those rare moments when he was permitted to touch Kakashi. In fact, it was probably because Iruka couldn’t treat or see Naruto as a dom that he even allowed such contact the few times he did.

Kakashi parked and helped Iruka out of the car. He carried the bags and opened the doors with his keys, so Iruka did nothing. Often they talked a bit coming home from the club, Iruka asked Kakashi to tell him his opinion of the various things they’d done or people they’d seen. But tonight he was quiet. Kakashi was proud of the fact that Iruka had come four times in the short time they were at the club, and he wondered if that had drained him. On top of the sex, he’d been angry at Kakashi, angry about Gaara and Orochimaru, and then nervous to an embarrassing degree over Naruto. Still, after all that, Kakashi had really thought Iruka might be more talkative, not less. But here they were at the apartment door, and he had not said a thing.

But the minute Kakashi shut the door, Iruka pounced. He jerked Kakashi’s arm, turning him around, and shoved him hard against the door, making a large thud. Since Iruka tried to be discreet and avoid noise in the apartment in all the rooms other than the soundproofed playroom and master bedroom, Kakashi was taken by surprise and had to consciously stop himself from responding with judo. Iruka then reached up and ripped open Kakashi’s blue dress shirt, sending the buttons flying. Kakashi didn’t know if this was more sex or more punishment, but he was already hard and excited—this was his master dominating him right against the apartment door.

Iruka’s hands found the nipple rings on Kakashi’s nipples, tugged, and demanded, “Why are these rings here, slave?”

Kakashi kept his eyes lowered and said, “Because you wish them there, Master, because they please you.”

“And who do these nipples belong to, slave?” demanded the dom.

“To you, Master, they are yours,” said Kakashi quietly, understanding why Iruka was upset. He had presumed to tell Sasuke that his own piercings brought him pleasure, something irrelevant to a slave.

“Are these nipples pierced for your pleasure, slave?”

“No, master, only for yours, only because they please you,” said Kakashi.

“It pleases me to see those nipples hurt now. I want to see your fingers pinching, twisting, tugging. I’m going to watch your face. I want you to make it hurt and to show me that hurt on your face. Because watching you in pain pleases me, slave. Your face covered in honest tears of agony is beautiful. Show me that face, no lies, no pretending. Make it real, but first tell me your safe words, boy.”

“My safe words are sycamore and hawthorn, Master,” said Kakashi as his hands went to his chest. The pain was brutal, intense—he pushed it right to his limit, right away. It was one thing to suffer at the hands of your Master, but it was another to be forced to inflict that suffering on your own body. But that was the point—it wasn’t your own, it was your master’s. And Kakashi was too proud of his body’s skill to go easy on himself. Iruka would not jerk so savagely, twist so hard, nor squeeze so tight. It didn’t take long for Kakashi to begin to have to fight himself, fight to not lessen the pressure, not to ease up on himself. He made no noise, and he didn’t cry, but he blinked a bit and teared up just a little.

Iruka was taking down his pants, and Kakashi started to tremble. He tried to fight the weakness, but now his fingers hurt, his nipples were in agony, and a few genuine tears slid down his cheeks. He hated to cry and fought, his face going from pink to red quickly as he got angry with himself.

“You please me, my slave, you please me,” said Iruka, his voice a warm caress. But then his hands were on Kakashi’s cock, tugging and twisting the ring through his tip, squeezing the shaft in a way that was painful. Oh, god, how much longer? How much longer? He would have to use his word, to say, “sycamore,” to tell Iruka, he could take no more. But he would take more, he would make himself keep hurting, letting his master enjoy his pain.

“Tell me what you are feeling, slave, don’t hide it, talk to me,” said Iruka.

“Fire, agony, pain, Master,” Kakashi forced out, the words coming out in a voice thick and tortured. “I’m close to the edge of using my words, Master,” Kakashi admitted, starting to cry, “But I want to please you, Master, so much, so much. Master, oh god, too much, Master.”

“Your tears please me, your obedience pleases me, the sight of your strong hands and fingers on those nipples that belong to me, pleases me, my slaveboy, my beautiful boy,” said Iruka’s voice, his praise driving Kakashi to hang on a little longer.

Iruka was waiting for the begging, want to hear it, needed to here it. He repeated his tugs on the ring in Kakashi’s cockhead again, constantly squeezing hard around his dick’s shaft. But Kakashi welcomed it, since this new agony distracted him from what he was doing to himself. This cruelty of having his cock hurt was something he could cry out in pain from, that it was no shame to cry over. For some reason, to cry and beg over nipples—nipples—was humiliating. This torture of the tip of his cock, the pain from Iruka’s fingers tightening around him was welcome.

“Oh Master, your hands hurt my cock that belongs to you. The tips hurts, the shaft aches, and my nipples—“ and Kasashi began to sob and beg, “please, Master, let me stop, please, Master, the nipples, please no more, oh god, I can’t . . .”

“You may stop, now my slaveboy. I’m proud of you. Now tell me what you have learned,” ordered Iruka, his hands still tugging the piercing on Kakashi’s cockhead, still gripping painfully around his cock’s girth.

“You are my master, and I am yours. I exist only to please you. My body is yours, Master. You are a kind Master. I thank you for letting me stop hurting my nipples, Master. I thank you for the lesson of submission, Master. Your hands hurt me, Master, they hurt, but it makes me happy knowing this is what you want. I hope my pain pleases you, Master. It’s so painful, so painful. Oh, Master, oh god, please, not so hard. I’m weak, Master. Please, Master, a gag--I need to scream, I’m going to scream, please gag me, Master—“ and just as Kakashi’s head flew back, a scream beginning in his throat, Iruka stopped the pain.

Those cruel hands reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some medicated anal lube designed to dull all hurts. The lube wasn’t the warming type, but the shock of the cold felt good on Kakashi’s nipples and cock. Iruka covered his slave’s penis liberally, even heavily, with the lube, saying, “This is mine, mine to hurt, mine to soothe. This magnificent cock belongs to me. Those red nipples with the shiny rings belong to me.”

“Thank you, Master, so good Master, so cool. Thank you, Master.”

“Tell me why this ring is in your cock, boy,” order Iruka, his hands now bringing pleasure, caressing, fondling, stroking.

“To please you, Master. Because this cock is yours, yours to pierce, yours to pinch, yours in everyway, Master. I want to please you, Master. Please tell me how, Master.”

“What would please me now, my slaveboy,” said Iruka, “would be for you to strip me and fuck me here and now against this door. I want to feel this cock in my ass, feel this ring slam against my prostate. Strip me, pick me up, and put my back against that door, and look into my eyes as you pleasure me, slave.”

“Yes, Master. Should I prepare your ass first, Master?”

“No, hurry, tear the clothes if it’s faster! I want this cock in my ass now, I want to feel that ring rubbing in me, Slave, as you look me in the eye and fuck me,” ordered Iruka, breathing heavily.

Kakashi, however, had been working quickly. He’d undressed Iruka once tonight with his mouth alone. Now free to use all of his body, to even tear if he wished, he had Iruka naked from the waist down by the time the dark-haired dom had slid out of his suitcoat. It was now Kakashi’s turn now to rip down Iruka’s shirt and send the buttons pinging off the walls, the door, the floor. And then he was lifting Iruka in his strong arms, resting his back on the simple wooden door, and parting his asscheeks. Iruka’s legs wrapped around him, and his hands went to the blonde’s shoulders.

“That’s it, boy,” he cried as Kakashi lowered him onto his lube-slicked cock, “Yes! Yes! That’s what I want!” he cried out he felt the metal ring inside strike his prostate. “There, boy, there! Yes! Harder! Faster!” he ordered, sending his slave into ecstasy. The blonde was so rarely allowed to fuck, just once or twice a year, that he couldn’t hold back, losing himself in the hot heat of Iruka’s practically virgin ass.

“Master! So tight, so fucking tight! So perfect! Master,” panted out Kakashi, thrusting so hard that the door was banging a bit with each stroke, a primal-sounding beat for the oldest human dance. “I love you, Master, I love you,” cried out Kakashi, “Your slave loves you, Master.”

And then Iruka pulled Kakashi’s mouth to his in a kiss, a kiss rough enough to draw blood, and for a time there was no more master, no more slave, just two bodies mating in frenzy. The rhythmic thudding of the door underscored the song of their cries as their bodies raced for that point beyond control, beyond reason, beyond thinking.

Throughout the apartment building, their neighbors cursed and complained. But like the ripples from a rock tossed in lake, waves of passion shimmered though the building as pairs of lovers cried out, echoing each other’s ecstasy.


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A/N: There's ART!!! Thanks to Aida, there is a very hot illustration of Iruka giving it to Kaka on Itachi's desk!

http://community.livejournal.com/kakairu/1216866.html?view=12909922#t12909922

(Sorry the link wasn't working earlier--I didn't realize angle brackets make whatever's inside not show up).

It's drawn so we can see the piercings!!! Yea!!!

I'm so, so inspired. Poor (lucky) Kakashi--he's going to suffer again.

NEW ART!!!

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53379248/

By Allys, who writes such awesome reviews that somedays I write just for her . . .
It's an awesome picture of Naruto in his tank top with his tatt and his crop. But the best part is Sasuke--oh, god, that's so hot. I have to put Sasuke in a collar and leash with leather straps around his arms--and I love it--the padlock!! It's too early for Naruto to padlock his balls


By the way, there will be Uchincest in a flashback--even though it doesn't seem like it will fit the story, it will. I'm not going to have Itachi and Sasuke fuck unless you count fucking the same sub simultaneously as fucking. I'll have to add DP to my warnings. I'm sort of considering a number of DPs, maybe a sort of club DP night or competition so it seems more reasonable to throw in so many, but once you start thinking about it, god, it's hard to stop . . . As for the reader who is upset about my take on Itachi, you're too vague. What is bothering you precisely? He hasn't killed anybody? Or just he's occassionally a uke? Or he'd clueless (or in denial) he's being hunted by Kisame? Brace yourself--we will see Itachi sub! (Remember every dom has to sub. Guess who was Itachi's dom? His name starts with I . . . and he's one of my personal favorites . . . (In some ways, I am so, so predictable)

Love,
Hestia

P.S. One reviewer was upset at the urine/poo references. I didn't think my story had enough to put a warning on it for that, but I'll add warnings in the future. Does "shitting" out sperm from your ass count as something that requires more warning than "anal"? I thought "poo play" had to involve actual, well shit. I happen to really like stories where subs have to squeeze things out like eggs and little balls, etc., but I'm not sure what warning that gets and if sperm really counts. Oh, well, I'll go back and add some warnings.