Rustic Servitude

Rustic Servitude - Chapter Four

AN: As a result of the reviews, Rustic Servitude will now be roughly sixty-nine percent SasuNaru, thirty percent ItaKisa, and one percent other.

Warnings: 'Sword' swallowing, oral, orgasm denial.

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The night air was cool amidst the night sounds of crickets and tree frogs that sang their individual songs, which number twenty-two listened to when there wasn’t a ruckus heard from down the hall of her new residence while she lay on her back in the large expanse of her Master’s king size guest bed. As she continued to lay staring up at the ceiling, she wondered what her Master had planned for both Naruto and herself, but her mind drew a blank as to what the dark-headed man would have in store for the two slaves, or how long they would be kept this time. She shook that depressing thought from her head.

She was attracted to her Master, a fact which she couldn’t deny even if she couldn’t feel anything between them, at least nothing as strong as between he and Naruto. The chemistry between them was obvious to any onlooker, yet she was sure that the blonde would have a hard time coming to terms with the idea himself. He was a natural born fighter who hasn’t given up yet. Naruto was a slave’s slave, one who slaves gravitated to and drew off his strength in order to gain new hope for their own circumstances; even Sakura had drawn off that confidence when she was down in the dumps about her situation.

Number twenty-two turned in the cotton sheets that rubbed against her nude body to her side, as more noise could be heard, she squeezed her eyes shut willing her imagination to sleep.

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Thrust into darkness, number twenty, also referred to as ‘Naruto’ by ‘Sakura’, continued to struggle mercilessly until his body flopped into something hard and didn’t feel so good. He groaned pitifully from behind the duct tape that hindered his ability to speak, and light flooded the room. Sasuke looked down at the pathetic blonde slave and chuckled deep within his throat as the blonde squinted up at his Master in an attempt to stab him to death with mental daggers.

Naruto had rammed into a custom-made footboard of a California king size bed. The dark stained wood was expertly assembled with utmost care by whatever carpenter that had molded and carved some random tree into something to be used for personal purposes. The twists and turns of three-quarter inch branches fitted into the frame at the head and foot of the bed as ornamentation, made the piece all that more exquisite, yet the one word that came to Naruto’s mind was ‘gaudy’. He hoped he wouldn’t have to actually sleep in that bed with his Master, even if there was more than enough room for three or more people to sleep comfortably depending on their size.

The rest of the room was sparsely furnished with a chest of drawers that matched the headboard and footboard of the bed situated directly in front of the bed, with a DVD player and satellite receiver on top, and a mid-size plasma above. There were also two bedside tables that matched the rest of the furnishings of the bedroom, with two mid-sized lamps adorning each glossy finished surface. Warm golden light bathed the room from those two lamps on each side of the large bed, and would set the mood for any couple, except for the one present.

The walls were painted a contrasting baby blue in the otherwise warm room. The color offset the temperate hues of the dark stained woods and the white trim that molded each doorway for its frame. The room had one exit on the left hand side of the bed, and two doors on the right hand side, both of which were a mystery as to what was behind each for the blonde slave whom sat on the dark hard wood floor with one leg curled in front of him and the other curled behind to maintain some sort of balance in his sitting position in between the space of the footboard of the bed and the matching chest of drawers.

“Since you intend to act like an animal, I will treat you like one. Where you sit is where you sleep from this moment on until you learn how to behave.” Sasuke stated while divesting himself of his heavy coat, letting it hang by its hood on a corner of the chest of drawers.

Number twenty’s eyes widened briefly then narrowed as he scowled at his ‘high and mighty’ Master.

“Should you want to sleep on my bed, I suggest you change your attitude.” Each word was as emotionless as the last as Master towered over his slave, who still scowled despite the suggestion to change his attitude in order to sleep on something comfy instead of the hard uncomfortable floor that was sure to make his muscles sore after one night’s rest.

Pale hands moved to pull his tee and thermal shirt over his head, the muscles of his abdomen rippling and contracting with the movement. Naruto could not help but let his eyes wander over the revealed pale skin and the muscles which lie beneath, probably only achieved from hard work, but only as the fabric obscured his Master’s view of him. He would never allow such an open admiration cross his visage if his Master had been looking directly at or had been watching him; he wouldn’t let the bastard have the satisfaction that his slave thought he was attractive despite the conflicting situation.

The feeling of being watched was not lost on Sasuke as his garments were pulled from over his head and fell from his hands to the side of his chest of drawers.

“And I have every intention to work you tomorrow,” Sasuke smiled mockingly down at the glowering slave, and didn’t break eye contact until encompassing darkness hindered their vision. After Sasuke turned off the light, he moved to where he knew the edge of his bed would be, and sat down to remove his shoes.

Thump. Thump.

Each thick sole of light brown suede steel-toe boots clunked against the floor heavily as Sasuke then removed each of his socks, then stood to take off his jeans and long underwear. Master then slipped between folded sheets into his largely empty bed, pulling the woven one-thousand five-hundred thread thread count Egyptian cotton over his nude body.

Once he settled on his back, he listened, with his eyes closed, to the little noises his slave made.

“You’re thinking too loud.”

There was a muffled response that sounded as if the slave was beyond pissed that he had been left on the floor to sleep, and was accompanied by shuffling noises.

“Be still.”

Grumbling and shuffling continued without delay.

“You heard me.”

There was a minute pause before the shuffling commenced. Sasuke threw back the expensive sheets and comforter that lay draped over his body, strode over to the door where the light switch would be, but before he could reach the switch he stumbled over his slave who had scooted himself near the door.

Master and slave lay in a heap by the only exit of the master bedroom, naked.

The slave groaned as his body weight, with the addition of his Master’s, wedged his bound arms between his arched back and the floor.

At that sound, Sasuke quickly removed himself from atop his slave and flipped on the light switch unbeknownst to the fact that that simple contact of their naked bodies aroused both Master and slave to a half hard state.

Master looked down upon his slave who was not looking him directly in his eyes; his eyes were directed lower, his attention held by the half hard state of his Master’s penis. The masculine appendage was not impressive, barely average in length and width, but the way it looked…that was something different. It was visually appealing, the slave thought, to any onlooker that ever happened to have a chance to glance at his Master’s dick he was sure.

The enrapt slave number twenty would have licked his lips if he could.

The pale skin of the half aroused flesh in the slave’s line of vision protruded from dense dark curls that rounded the base of the phallus and accentuated the appeal with the contrast, though was more sparse on the flesh of his Master’s sac.

Sasuke cocked an eyebrow when the slave’s line of vision did not waver from his penis, causing it to harden a little further under the amount of attention it was receiving from that blue eyed gaze.

Blue eyes moved onto other things that he had yet to see in their entirety, and took notice that beyond the hair of his Master’s head, genital region, and calves there was nary a hair to be seen on the pale creamy flesh.

The blonde was completely awestruck.

At this moment, Sasuke was inclined to take in the appearance of his slave, whose erection jut out from his haphazard position on the floor which he laid. The slave was even more breathtaking than Sasuke remembered when he first allowed his eyes to rove over the same slave that had been on display at the slave auction, and had invariably led the Uchiha to buy that which had caught his eye.

A small tuft of blonde wreathed the hilt of the slave’s short and thick arousal, though his balls were clearly seen as blonde hair only ‘fuzzed’ that region causing Sasuke to think that either his slave had been trimmed for an aesthetic visual effect, or he was au natural like himself, though it was unlikely. Curly short blonde hair was sparse above the knee, but thickened below and until the ankle. His forearms were matched by the calves, but the hair was much shorter. The slave’s chest was bare, but Sasuke thought he might have been shaven in this region as well as possible others.

After appreciating the tan skin and features that so contrasted his own, Sasuke raised his dark eyes to those of a blue hue that were still focused on his manhood that was now proudly and fully erect. He suddenly grew irritated.

“Are you going to sleep now?”

Naruto blinked then raised his eyes to that of his Master, and his admiration faltered as his eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

“Sit up. If you’re not going to sleep, and not going to let me sleep, we’ll just have to do something about that.”

Number twenty struggled, but could not sit up.

Sasuke frowned, then bent forward to catch the nape of his slave’s neck, and pull him into a sitting position. He noticed the widened blue eyes that resulted from such an action that brought the slave ever closer to his Master’s arousal, and a light tint of pink that became infused with the tanned skin of his cheeks.

Naruto couldn’t help himself as he bent forward and closed the distance between he and his Master, and despite the restriction of the duct tape, he rubbed a soft cheek against his Master’s arousal. The slave then nuzzled before he was pulled away by a large hand immersed in the blonde hair at the back of his head; another large hand’s index finger dug into the slave’s cheek then ripped away the silver tape that had suddenly become an obstruction.

A shrill wail pierced the air, and Master made no move to quell the noise and instead waited until it waned, which wasn’t long.

“Do you want to play?”

Naruto’s original thoughts to curse the bastard that had slapped the tape onto his mouth in the first place and caused such pain when the tape was inevitably ripped off, died a sudden quick death. His Master’s words were deeper than they should have been, and as he looked up into the depths of those dark intense eyes, an unbidden shiver coursed its way down his spine.

He could, but merely nod his assent.

A warm hand palmed a tan forehead and pushed the slave back to teeter on his heels; Master held his slave in place with his right hand partially submerged and gripping blonde hair while, with his left, he guided his cock to touch pink lips that opened automatically. Sasuke smiled at such submission that just a moment ago seemed impossible when the thought was associated with the spirited number twenty, but his slave no longer acknowledged his Master and only looked cross-eyed at his arousal.

“Look at me.”

Blue eyes darted upward to his Master’s face with his mouth partly open, only then did Sasuke begin to press himself to his slave’s lips slowly ‘feeding’ his slave, centimeter by centimeter, his erect length. When his slave continued to stare up at his Master, and did not jerk when his arousal slid between his tonsils, Master pushed the blonde’s head back further until his throat was open and he could plunge further.

Those same blue eyes widened somewhat as he stared up at the younger Uchiha whose face was shadowed by the dark bangs that fell into his face, yet did not hinder his vision in the least as he moved slowly in and out of the surrounding wet mouth that engulfed his hard length.

It was trouble enough that Sasuke moved slowly as not to injure his slave even though he wanted nothing more than to fuck that pretty mouth until he gushed cum all over his slave, but he also did not want the slave to injure him, so the pace was a slow sensual torture. A torture Sasuke indulged in with great pleasure. Master wanted this to last as long as possible since he now realized that this, his slave’s mouth, the same man he had just laid eyes on not more than five hours ago, was defining a moment in his life.

That thought alone spurred on an awakening in his body that brought him as close to climax as possible, without actually falling over the edge into oblivion.

Sasuke’s testicles tensed, as did almost every other muscle, and he held his breath as he stilled. He was so close.

Dark eyes bore down into those of oceanic blue, and with a gentle suckle and a voluntary contraction of throat muscles, Master was overwhelmed by sensation. His hand holding blonde strands clenched within the mass as his hips drove forward until he could go no further causing his slave’s throat to spasm uncontrollably as he gagged.

Sasuke threw his head back in a silent scream and pulled out, his seed overflowing the apex of his straining erection as he squeezed the base with his left hand. Spurts of droplets and streams fell on tanned skin as dark eyes found their way back to Master’s cock hungry slave whose eyes were now shut tightly.

One last, warm droplet fell to a dollop that accumulated and slowly slid down one tight tanned pectoral.

A sliver of one eye revealed what lie beneath the lid as the blonde slave known as Naruto peered curiously out from under short blonde lashes to see if his Master was through, he was and was staring down at his slave with an unreadable glossy-eyed expression Naruto labeled as ‘sated’.

The slave managed to smile softly even though his throat hurt like hell.

“Now are you ready to sleep?”

Naruto shook his head yet again; he was thinking of himself and his own need that still lay untouched.

“Too bad.”

Sasuke’s hands moved from their previous places to haul his blonde slave up and onto his Master’s bed on his stomach where his weight sandwiched his arousal between himself and cotton sheets that felt course on the sensitive flesh of his cock.

“Asshole! Finish me off!” Naruto shouted, or rather rasped, after turning his head to face his Master.

“No. I’m not going to reward your intolerable behavior and loud noise with acts that will bring you pleasure.”

“You BASTARD! I shouldn’t have-!”

The same strip of silver duct tape was replaced over that loud mouth as Sasuke slid in next to his slave who tried to kick him. Master held his slave fast, turned him over, and cupped his balls, slowly massaging them while Sasuke pressed himself flush against Naruto’s side and whispered huskily in his right ear, “You whine and cry as if you are one. Big. Baby. Who can no longer suckle his mother’s breast.” The smirk could he heard in the young Uchiha Master’s voice causing the first reaction in the slave to be violent thrashing, but that was quelled as soon as one pale large hand gripped a pink appendage, and gave one long languid stroke.

"You keep torturing yourself like this, you'll get blue balls."

The slave made an unrecognizable noise.

"Just because I'm touching you, doesn't mean I'll allow you to cum, dumb ass. So, sleep."

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AN: A whole new take on the concept of ‘sword’ swallowing! Sorry for the teaser in the warning, I couldn't help myself.

Comments, suggestions? Anyone have a particular kink that you think would be perfect for this story?