Masked

Warnings: love of asphyxiation, bondage, and slight non-con.


Masked


Chapter 4: Unmasked

Sasuke fought the arms that tightened around him, yelling despite the handkerchief that had been tied harshly around his mouth. Adrenaline rushed through him as he pushed at the man behind him, kicking him harshly in the leg. Despite a grunt of pain, Sasuke wasn’t released from the ruthless grip.

He was pissed. Who the hell tried to kidnap someone at a fucking Halloween party to raise money for orphans?

A sharp blow to his head had Sasuke reeling to the floor face down. He landed harshly on to the floor, but he continued to struggle as he scraped his face against the carpet, tugging the handkerchief away from his mouth.

"Get the fuck off me! Help-" he began, but a warm, large hand covered his mouth as a heavy body pressed onto his to prevent him from getting up.

"Trust me; I'm going to fuck off you and help you out," his attacker murmured into his ear.

Sasuke's entire body froze as his adrenaline surged and fizzled through him as blood flooded his groin.

It was him. It was his lover.

This was his deepest and most secret fantasy, one he’d never admitted to anyone. Not even to his very capable lover. To be forced – but to be forced in a way where he wanted it. Sasuke couldn't even describe the feeling of lust that began coursing through his body as he imagined what his lover had had to go through to figure out where he was tonight and then implement his deepest fantasy.

It was as though his lover had even known to do it tonight in order to erase the bad memories of Halloween.

In the time it had taken Sasuke to register all of this, his tie had been loosened. He felt it move from his neck up to his mouth where his lover tightened it over the handkerchief and around his mouth.

Fingers tangled in his hair, massaging his head, as though to apologize for the sharp blow.

Even though it was dark, Sasuke's tried to turn his head to look at the other man, but his head was snapped forward by a sharp tug to the tail of the tie.

Hands looped in and loosened his belt before tugging his pants to his knees, making it difficult for him to run – if he had wanted to. His tuxedo jacket was flipped roughly over his head, blinding him further.

"Prop yourself up," the voice demanded, muffled due to the jacket over Sasuke's ears.

Sasuke shuddered as he lifted his body off the floor, his ass extremely exposed, his legs pressed together in the tangle of his pants and boxers. Sasuke gasped as he dimly saw through his limited vantage point the other’s hands appear with his belt. Those hands worked quickly as his lover used the belt by tying it around his arms, forcing his wrists together. The hands he loved so much disappeared from his limited view, but he felt them again against his chest as the warmth of the other man pressed against him. He could feel the silky fabric of his shirt rubbing against the other man's as his lover's hands undid his dress shirt’s buttons, leaving his shirt to hang loose and almost ticklish and Sasuke’s sides.

His stomach tightened in pleasure as warm fingers brushed over his abs and his pecks. He gasped at the feeling of his nipples getting pinched before those hands once more caressed down the side of his body, gripping and kneading the side of his inner thighs. The other man taunted him, brushing close but never touching his arousal, making him yell frustrated into his make-shift gag.

Sasuke twisted his body, feeling the sweat pool as he began to overheat. He felt so warm, so hot, yet nothing felt as hot as where he needed desperately to be touched.

He growled to hide the whimper that escaped his voice when something soothing and wet was placed to the rim of his puckered hole. He could feel something cleaning him, wiping him. He hissed as the coolness of the cloth pushed inside of his body, making him clench down on the contrasting temperature inside him. He felt hot inside yet this was cool and soothing.

Sasuke didn't want cool and soothing.

He wanted his lover’s throbbing warm, thick cock.

The finger holding the cloth pushed deeper into him as more fingers pushed into him with it. The warmth from those probing fingers quickly seeped into the cloth, making him hotter inside. After a moment, he felt a tingling sensation, as though the cloth had held anesthetic.

"Mmm," Sasuke moaned. The soothing cloth suddenly came out of him.

From past experiences, Sasuke expected to feel well-lubed fingers to stretch him. Instead, Sasuke screamed into his gag as he felt the hot press of his lover's cock force its way into him. The other pushed him down so that his ass was in the air while his covered face pressed into his hands as he could barely hold himself up as the other man began to thrust inside him.

He’d gotten what he’d wanted as he felt how hard his lover was as he got fucked relentlessly.

It felt like pleasure was being burned into his being as his insides pulsed with lust. He tried rocking back to speed up the pace but hands forced him to remain where he was. He needed and wanted more pleasure, even though he felt ready to cum at the slightest touch.

Yet when he tried to move his body so he could have something brush against his cock, the hands behind him forced him away from the ground. His unbuttoned dress shirt was pushed up to bunch at his back, and he groaned at the feeling of the man's silky shirt pressed against his sweaty back.

"No. Not yet. You can’t cum yet," that sinful voice promised huskily. Sasuke groaned, loving the pleasure in the other man's voice. Sasuke's body shook from the force in which his body was being pummeled into.

Part of him felt like the other was merely using him for himself: that he was just meant to be the tool to pleasure his lover. It should have felt degrading. Instead, it felt empowering as a sense of grandeur filled him that he made this strong man submit to his wishes by doing absolutely nothing.

Fuck, something was mentally wrong with him, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

His body felt on fire, his mind growing befuddled with the usual high of asphyxiation. Everything felt sensual. The silky feel of the other man's shirt. The way their bodies melded completely flushed together for just an instant before he was pummeled into again and again and again.

Fingers suddenly but gently stroked from the tip of his head down the side of his length, and it was like a tidal wave hit him.

The attention at his neglected cock pushed him blissfully over the edge. He screamed as his orgasm took him to such high heights that he felt black invade his sight as he fell unconscious.

When Sasuke came to consciousness he felt disoriented and off balance. His body jolted forward, as though from a falling dream, yet he could do nothing still tied and bound -

- his lover still pounding relentlessly into him.

"Fuck," the other breathed, "Watching you pass out from pleasure was so amazing. Let's do it again," the man husked behind him. Sasuke's body shook. Again?

Again?

His body wanted to stop now. He tried to twist and turn away in earnest. Instead, it only fueled the other man to grip him tighter and pump into him harder. A warm hand came around and began pumping him back to life. Sasuke twisted and bucked.

There were people he needed to see at the party, weren’t there? Not to mention that someone could find them at any moment! He had to get back.

Yet his lover showed him no mercy, refusing to release him.

Instead Sasuke was turned onto his side, his legs pressed up to his chest as his lover began thrusting into him sideways: pounding into him, not letting him move or go. His tuxedo jacket was positioned to cover his eyes to prevent him from seeing his lover, making him suffocate into blissful asphyxiation even more, making his body hotter and feverish.

He tried to get away, squirming in earnest, yet all it did was fuel his own lust. His lover knew him too well: knew how much he loved and craved the attention despite his efforts to “get away.”

If there was a position to have sex in, they had it that night, including his lover fulfilling his promise from their last encounter of forcing Sasuke to suck his cock.

They must have been at it for hours. Sasuke couldn't remember the number of times he orgasmed, but he did know that he passed out three more times that night. With his love of asphyxiation, the lack of air to his brain made it easier and easier to pass out each time. Each time he awoke was to the feel of his lover pounding into him as much as he pleased. And each time, it turned Sasuke on more and more.

When finally his lover began to pull out of him, Sasuke's body shook from the exhaustion from release after release and lack of oxygen to his brain. His body ached and his head had a pounding headache.

Yet he'd never felt so content in his life. He felt so peaceful.

Nimble hands untied his bruised wrists as his pants were pushed back up gently over his sore ass and very soft cock. His body felt heavy and almost dead to the world as his lover carefully pushed him onto his side. Yet as soon as his lover began to get up and walk away from Sasuke, another surge of adrenaline hit him. Slowly he slid the tuxedo jacket from his face.

Here was his chance. Now was the time to find out what his lover looked like. Sasuke waited, pretending to be as exhausted as he had been mere moments ago, giving the other man enough time to move away from him so he would be able to prevent his lover from forcing him back down...despite how erotic that sounded.

Sasuke quietly buttoned his dress pants before standing up and removing his tie from his mouth. He took long, silent steps toward the retreating back of his lover. Sasuke paused where he was as his lover opened the door, the light from the banquet hall outlining his lover’s very familiar physique.

"Naruto?" Sasuke gaped, disbelieving.

Naruto turned on instinct at the call of his name, but froze as his eyes locked with Sasuke’s. They stood there looking at each other. Sasuke could merely take in the disheveled state of Naruto's own tuxedo, the way the set of his shoulders, so confident and arrogant before, froze in shock.

Naruto's face went blank as his shoulders set back in determination before he turned and strode out the door.

"Naruto!" Sasuke called out to him, going through the doors with his jacket in hand, hastily throwing it over him to hide his unbuttoned undershirt. The mere seconds it took Sasuke to cover his indecency was all the time Naruto needed to escape from him. Sasuke emerged into the crowded party area, noticing that the people here seemed different, more intoxicated, and more lustful than they had during the earlier hours of the night. His disheveled appearance didn't bother them, and he doubted any of his fellow company workmen were still left.

Even so, he dashed about, trying to look for Naruto.

Instead, once more, his lover had vanished inhumanly fast.

Sasuke swallowed his chest heaving in disbelief and shock.

His lover was Naruto. Naruto. Was he dreaming? Naruto couldn’t be his lover. It just didn’t seem possible.

Naruto. The name resonated in his head, making him wonder how he would recover from such a complete and utter shock.

Next Chapter: The Gauntlet

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! ~ Jelp