D/s Naruto

Chapter 2 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

Iruka stood in the middle of Room 7 angry. He didn’t understand why either Sasuke or Naruto had behaved so badly. He looked down at Kakashi who was resting his masked face on Iruka’s boot. Those arms and hands whose movements were watched by little children learning judo all across America were folded behind Kakashi’s almost naked back. Straps of navy blue leather formed a top of sorts, highlighting that beautiful pale skin of his boy, his slave. Kakashi’s gorgeous butt was encased in navy blue leather, like his mask. Underneath those pants, Iruka knew Kakashi’s butt was still red from his earlier punishment today.

It was a rare day that Kakashi earned two punishments that could not wait for the daily evening punishment. He was jealous of Naruto, so jealous he’d said things that made Iruka call over Naruto to Iruka’s apartment to make Kakashi’s punishment even worse. To drive home to Kakashi that slaves were permitted no jealousy, had no right to question their master, he’d had Naruto spank him with his hand first before he’d given him ten lashes with the crop, letting Naruto watch each blow fall on Kakashi’s naked body. Kakashi had been given no gag. He’d made it to eight before a little whimper had come from his mouth. He’d taken the blows beautifully. The tears had run down his face silently, even though the last few blows had drawn sounds of pain from his throat. Iruka loved watching his slave cry—his face was beautiful covered in tears.

Looking down at Kakashi, Iruka understood just how hard it had been for his boy to resist laughing at Naruto. From the minute Sasuke had called him an idiot, the kid had acted like one. But punishing his sub now posed a dilemma. He’d taken ten lashes from the crop and already earned two more for tonight’s bedtime ritual. Fifteen was the maximum Iruka ever wanted Kakashi to take in one day—not that he couldn’t take more, but it was something Iruka didn’t plan to do. Domination was not about hitting your sub to the edge of his limits—that was crude, beneath him. “Look up,” ordered Iruka.

Oh, my, what a beautiful sight. Tear tracks covered Iruka’s boot, and tears now ran down the navy mask without a sound coming out of his boy. He’d tried to hold back his tears so much, he’d broken a blood vessel in his left eye, making it red. His mismatched eyes, one blue and white, one blue and red, the tears on his face—oh, his boy was magnificent!

Iruka smiled—he knew exactly what to do for Kakashi’s punishment. “Fetch the tape from the cupboard and get in position 11, boy.”

Kakashi’s face transformed—even with the mask on, Iruka could read that familiar face perfectly. So eager to please, now—oh how many years that had taken! That collar around his neck was only two years old, and Kakashi had been Iruka’s sub for over a decade now. But he was the famous Hatake Kakashi, judo master. He was beautiful and had girls, women, and men throwing themselves at him, wanting to date him, fuck him, service him. He was deadly—when only thirteen he’d killed a man who had broken into a neighbor’s home and was raping his friend Rin. The rape and Kakashi’s trial had taken a toll on the young victim, and she had moved away. When he’d tracked her down, her parents had taken a restraining order out against him. By the time he was 20, he was a hard, cold, proud man. A man who could never take a lover, and yet a man who could never bring aggression to the bedroom. A man who needed to submit to let himself feel, to let himself cry, to let himself have pleasure. It had taken a long time for Kakashi to be as free and happy in his submission as he was now.

And Iruka wasn’t going to let Kakashi take it easy—Kakashi needed it hard, needed what Iruka gave him.

The roll of black tape was given to Iruka, and Kakashi turned away from his master, presenting his arms to be bound together. Kakashi stood with hands behind his back bent, wrists against each elbow, forearm to forearm, the arms held away from his back, so Iruka could wrap the tape around the two arms, securing them together. When he was finished with the tape, all he said was “Kneel.” Kakashi knelt, and Iruka removed the leather mask. “Undress me from the waist down, boy.” Kakashi’s head went down to the laces of Iruka’s boots, and he used to his teeth to undo them.

Iruka smiled as he watched his slave work. Kakashi was supremely gifted with his mouth. The laces fell away, and soon the boot sides had been pulled aside, so all Iruka had to do was lift his foot out as Kakashi held the boot to the floor and then moved it aside with his mouth. The other boot was next and then the socks. Next the belt. Then the pants. Finally, the navy briefs that Iruka wore. When Kakashi moved to put the briefs on top of Iruka’s pants, Iruka snapped his fingers and opened his palm. Kakashi placed the briefs in his hands and then dropped his head to Iruka’s feet, licking and kissing them. Iruka snapped his fingers again and, when those mismatched eyes raised up, merely pointed to his erect cock.

He almost laughed at the surprise and happiness that flashed over Kakashi’s face. As Kakashi took his cock in his mouth, Iruka decided to tell him his punishment. “You will suck me till I cum all over these briefs. Then you’ll suck me off again as many times as I want until I’m satisfied they are completely saturated with my cum. Then they go inside your mouth, and I’ll tape it shut. You’ll be put on a leash and are to stay on your knees with your hands bound for the rest of the evening, silent. I’ll then go down and have some dinner and perhaps have a drink or two in the bar as it has been a while since I’ve been at the club.”

Color flooded his boy’s face as he listened. Everyone at the club would know that Kakashi had disappointed Iruka, that Kakashi was being punished, punished in a humiliating way. Oh, how Kakashi was regretting earning those ten strokes earlier today. To have received those in public, Kakashi would have gloried in it. Iruka’s powerful arm combined with Kakashi’s ability to take each stroke, silently, submissively—it was a beautiful sight that drew all eyes. Other subs would have envied his boy, maybe wondered if he had misbehaved on purpose. But to not be able to serve his master by fetching his drinks, pulling out his chair, getting the car--and to have to watch others serve in his place, that would grate on Kakashi. On top of that to hold cum-soaked underwear in his mouth all night, to have his mouth crammed so full of fabric that his cheeks bulged out grotesquely, to have his famous nose and cheeks exposed—oh, this would make his proud sub suffer. Maybe he’d also remove Kakashi’s pants and use a toy to—

Oh, god, so good—when his slaveboy sucked Iruka down into his throat like that—Iruka moaned. He could focus on nothing, nothing but the feel of his boy sucking him with a passion, an eager desperation that had been lacking in the few weeks before Naruto’s arrival.

When Iruka managed to master his urge to just shoot a load down his slave’s throat, he decided, yes, he’d been too kind before—his Kaka needed his dom, needed him to live up to his end of the slave contract. He needed this punishment, needed to feel his submission, to feel his bonds. Iruka reached down and folded his briefs over the silver collar with his name on it. He held his slave’s head and began to thrust, fucking deep and hard in that wet, pink mouth.

“Look at me,” he ordered in that voice that demanded obedience. Kakashi eyes met his, full of tears, but they looked now like tears of happiness, and the expression on his face was almost dreamy as he held his mouth wide, letting Iruka fuck his face roughly. He had found his space, that place were all he needed to do was please Iruka, to submit to Iruka, to give Iruka everything.

Iruka felt his balls tighten, his orgasm approach. “Head back,” he growled. Kakashi’s head went back, his eyes closed, and Iruka could tell he would have cum if not for the cock ring holding his jizz back inside him, making his cock ache and grow purple with need. Iruka shoved his shaft against the navy briefs at Kakashi’s throat and his hands found Kakashi’s silver nipple rings and savagely tugged as his spunk squirted out on his slave’s long white throat. “Tell me, tell me,” he cried, twisting the rings, as his cum spilled out and down into the navy silk, over the silver slave collar, and dripped down onto Kakashi’s chest.

“Yours, Master! Yours! Master, My Master! Master, I love you! Your slave lo--”

"Slut! Suck cock, like the little cock slut you are!"

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!"

But Iruka seized that silver white hair and held his slave's head back from his cock. "You want to suck it again, don't you, slave?"

"Yes, Master! I love sucking your cock, Master!"

"This is a punishment, Slave, not for your pleasure. Rim me, and think about my displeasure, about the submission you owe me, and about your duty to please me."

"Yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master! Thank you, Master!"

Then Kakashi moved around behind him, and his tongue--that talented tongue--was thrust in him, fucking his ass. Oh, yes, punishment brought out the best in his boy.