D/s Naruto

Chapter 20 (Saturday 16 June 2007, 6 P.M.)

Saturday was always a busy day at Kakashi’s dojo, and today was no exception. By the time early evening rolled around, Kakashi was feeling worn out. His sore body parts didn’t show--the broken blood vessels in his eye had been gone when he’d woken up Saturday morning and the crop marks on his back and butt had faded to just about nothing. But his jaw and ass were still a bit sore. Iruka’s ass was also sore, which instead of making Kakashi feel better, made him feel worse. He wanted to stay home and do nothing but make Iruka feel better. Iruka, however, did not want to hurt Kakashi’s business in anyway and would never let him miss his Saturday mornings and afternoons at the dojo.

It was a tired and slightly smelly Kakashi that arrived home at 6 o’clock. He didn’t shower at the dojo today since frankly his back and ass were not really “viewer” friendly yet. Iruka rarely wanted to go out on both Friday and Saturday night, so Kakashi was expecting to shower, dress in whatever Iruka had chosen for him, and cook them dinner. After the dishes were finished, Iruka would have something planned for the night, most likely something physically simple but extremely emotional. For Kakashi submission of the body was always easier than submission of the will, the mind, or the soul.

If he was lucky, Iruka might simply have him sit at his feet with his head in his master’s lap. Iruka liked to stroke his hair or brush it when he watched tv. Kakashi enjoyed nights like that, particularly as he could usually get Iruka hard by the way he moved his head and the noises of pleasure he made because of how good Iruka’s touch felt. And an aroused Iruka with Kakashi’s head in his lap almost inevitably meant that Kakashi would be doing his favorite thing: giving head. A simple night at home sucking his master’s cock while getting his hair petted and brushed—really, did it get any better than that?

A lot, probably most people would say yes, since their favorite aspects of sex involved their own pleasure, not giving pleasure. But Kakashi’s personality had been shaped differently. His father, a decorated, famous Vietnam vet with the nickname of “White Fang,” had died from a drug overdose, haunted by battles and betrayals that had occurred in rice paddies and jungles far from California. The glimpses Kakashi had had as a child into his father’s life of violence had led him to judo, the gentle way. It had also led him to value control and restraint.

The traumatic incident when he’d killed his childhood friend’s rapist had also affected him profoundly, tainting penetrative sex in his mind subtly and so deeply that it would never be something he could take lightly or entirely free from unpleasant memories and feelings. Soon after this childhood trauma he first began to study with his former sensei and first lover, the truly great Yondaime Hokage, one of those very, very few ever promoted to the tenth dan in judo. Kakashi himself would never obtain that level—only those whose entire heart, body, and soul were given to judo had a chance at such greatness. And Kakashi now followed Iruka first, judo second. Yondaime had been Kakashi’s first lover, and he had taught Kakashi to apply the principles of judo to love. For maximum efficiency, you used your lover’s strengths and desires working for mutual prosperity. For Kakashi’s greatest pleasure to be giving what was Iruka’s greatest desire was truly mutual prosperity.

But when Kakashi opened the door to the apartment, he could tell right away that Iruka was upset about something, something that couldn’t be solved with oral sex, no matter how amazing it was. The first clue was that Iruka was pacing about the apartment naked. This didn’t mean that Iruka wanted sex—it usually meant Iruka couldn’t decide what he wanted to do and didn’t know what clothes to put on. A confused dom was not a good dom. And the pacing, that was never a good sign.

Kakashi had had the feeling that Iruka wasn’t going to be able to leave Naruto alone and was pretty sure this naked, pacing Iruka was fretting over the blonde. Forbidding Naruto to come see him meant Iruka couldn’t watch over the blonde he thought of as his son in some ways. It took Kakashi just seconds to figure out what he needed to do for his troubled master. Master needed an excuse, a reason to go to the club to reassure himself that Naruto was ok. But having ordered Naruto to stay away from him, he couldn’t then seek him out and still be respected. Of course, if his sub needed to be taught a lesson--a lesson that required him to be taken to the club and to interact with Naruto—Iruka would be a failing as a dom if he didn’t teach his sub his place.

When Kakashi returned home on Saturday night, he was expected to strip right in the foyer. On the narrow hallway table, Iruka always left the things that Kakashi was immediately to put on upon returning home. Today, in the beautiful blue-green Somayaki ceramic bowl decorated with the traditional galloping horse motif was a set of golden rings, pendants, chains, and cock ring all made by Naruto. Kakashi would need Iruka’s help with changing the ring in his guiche piercing from the silver one to the gold one. `Hmmm, I’ll hold off misbehaving until I’ve got this all on,’ thought Kakashi, pulling off shirt. He was lowering his pants when Iruka entered the foyer. Kakashi dropped to his knees, pants still around his ankles, bowing his head to the floor, “Master, your slave is home. How may I serve you?”

“Put my dick down your throat, slave, and show me how happy you are to be home,” ordered Iruka.

“Master! Oh, Master, thank you!” burst from Kakashi’s lips, and he forgot about feeling tired and sore, forgot about trying to top from the bottom, forgot about everything but his need to suck his master’s cock, to suck it so his master was pleased, so pleased he might let his slave swallow his cum rather than spray it on his face or body.

“Ah, yes, that what I want, my boy, that’s what I’ve been waiting for you to come home for,” said Iruka as Kakashi opened up his throat and let Iruka’s cock thrust down deep. “Suck hard, slave, suck like the cockslut you are.” In this simple act, the two men felt the frustrations of the day disappear. Master and slave, together, each feeling that now they could relax, now they could enjoy, now they could escape to that world that was just for them. It was beyond sexual release, and Kakashi, of course, would not let himself come without Iruka’s permission. His cock was not his own, his throat was not his own. But in return, Iruka needed to control, needed to protect, needed to provide, needed to dominate and make sure that Kakashi reached that place were he fully submitted, fully felt, fully experienced.

As Kakashi sucked, Iruka could smell his sweat, see his judo clothing around his ankles. This judo blackbelt, who had spent the day dominating others in the standing and the ground phase, was now submitting freely, kneeling at his feet. This warrior was his, and he was magnificent. Iruka decided, yes, he would take Kakashi to Uchiha’s tonight—not because he wanted to observe Naruto, not because he wanted to show off, but simply because then he could have his boy at his feet both before, during, and after dinner. It might be a good idea to spend the night at the club as well. After making so much noise the night before, the neighbors might actually bother them if they made noise again. And despite the soundproofing in the bedroom and playroom, Iruka was feeling like he didn’t want to have to worry about where he was and was the door closed—all he wanted was to focus on his slaveboy and his submission. Yes, he’d take Kakashi out tonight again—but first, first he’d fill his mouth with cum. Since Kakashi loved to swallow his cum, begged to swallow his cum, he’d make him hold it in his mouth while Iruka changed his piercings and ran the chains between them, adjusting them, playing with them, so they would torment his boy. Ah his boy, his boy, he could never get enough of his boy . . .


Kakashi wasn’t sure if Master would permit him to use his hands or not as he sucked. He wanted so badly to feel his master orgasm in his throat, to taste that fluid that was proof of his master’s pleasure, to drink it down, especially since Iruka would often deny him that, choosing to cum in his face or on his chest or some article of clothing or other body part. He might be permitted to lick it up after Iruka came, but what he liked best was that rush of fluid right into his body, that taking of part of his master into him, nourishing him literally. Kakashi didn’t want to risk Iruka’s displeasure—his Master had been pacing, missing him. Kakashi wanted to please him, to ease him. He put his best effort into it, straining to such harder, to push his master’s cock deeper, to move his mouth and throat back and forth faster. He remember to nip and lick and turn to create a twisting effect. And he refused to let himself care when his neck and mouth grew tired at his pace. He would not slow, he would not spare himself. Oh Master, oh Master, oh please, please, was all he could think as he pushed himself. The more difficult it became to breath, the more excited he grew, the more desperate. He strained—he could take it deeper, deeper—oh god, the pain, the sound of Iruka’s panting, his words, the pulsing in the cock inside him, so far inside him—so soon, so close—

“Hold it in your mouth, slaveboy, don’t spill or swallow!”

And then the cock only in his mouth, his throat so empty, so needy, so wanting—the fluid filling his mouth, over and under his tongue, in his cheeks. Oh to swallow, to taste just a little—oh master, master, please soon, please. To hold Master’s cum and not to swallow—the torture of it, the teasing of it—it made Kakashi’s own cock ache. But Master was stroking his face, praising him, opening his mouth, admiring the sight of his cum inside his mouth. Now making him stand, removing the tiny studs he wore in his nipples for judo, replacing them with the heavy gold hoops with his name dangling from him. Master put a finger in his mouth, drew it out with cum and traced it around each nipple. Then the heavy gold chain. Oh god, yes, that felt good. Then the open half ring in his cock was replaced with a closed one, with another pendant, and the chain threaded through that. Then the gold cock ring with the golden chains that fitted over his balls so tightly, linked to another ring attached further down his cock. The harder he got, the more his penis moved and twitched, the tighter the chains would pull around his balls. And the heavy ring in his scrotum behind his balls. The pendant there with Iruka’s name would hit his thighs. The chain from his nipples through his Prince Albert ring fastened on to the guiche ring. Iruka stopped and admired him: ringed, chained, and his mouth full of cum.

Kakashi knew what was coming next, knew it would hurt, but wanted it, longed for it. His only fear was he might swallow the cum when Iruka made his body feel its delicate golden bonds. Then, Master jerked on the gold chain, pulling the rings on his nipples, his cockhead, his scrotum all at once. It made his cock twitch, tightening the chains around his balls. The pain, oh god, the pain—sharp, intense, frightening, arousing. He must please his master, he must not swallow, knowing how his seeing his cheeks full like this pleased him. He would not squirm, would not struggle against the pull of the chain, knowing his submission, his endurance of this pain pleased him, pleased him who he loved, loved so much. Then the shaking of the chain, the simple pulling to the right, to the left, then another sharp tug, then relief from the pressure.

“Back on your knees, boy. Now, open your mouth carefully. When I tell you to, I want you to tilt your head back with your mouth open and swallow my cum. I want to watch it go down your throat. Look up at me, my slave,” ordered Iruka. Their eyes met, full of love, and then Iruka jerked the chain harder than before, ordering, “Swallow now!” Kakashi’s head tilted back, and at last, at last he could swallow, swallow as his master watched, as his master’s name hung heavy on his nipples, cock, ballsac, as the starbursts of pain shot through him, as his sex throbbed with need. “Master! Master! Thank you! Master!”

“Tell me how it feels, boy, tell me what you feel,” ordered Iruka. “Oh, Master, so good to taste your pleasure, to feel your pleasure slid down my throat. My nipples, Master, oh Master, so painful, so painful, yet so good, I want the pain, I want to please you so much, Master. My side hurts, Master, from a fall. I was thinking of you, Master, and got careless today. My cock, Master, oh, Master, the tip burns and tingles. It is so hard, so hard, you excite me so much, Master. The pain in my balls, like your hands, your fingers gripping me tight, Master. Oh the feeling of your name dangling from my nipples, my cock, my ball sac, all yours, Master, all yours. I love you, Master.”

“My beautiful, strong, magnificent slave! Come, crawl to the bathroom and get yourself ready to go out. Your pain is beautiful, my slave, and it pleases me. Tonight I’ll feed you from my own hands, boy. Now, go.”

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” And Kakashi crawled to the bathroom as fast as he could.