D/s Naruto

Chapter 54 (Monday 18 June 2007, pre-dawn)

Raidou was trapped in a nightmare. His face was burning and melting, and he couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the pain. But then he heard his name being called and felt a shocking cold wetness on his face. He came awake, heart beating with terror, arms swinging up to protect his face, screaming. But there was nothing to protect himself from. There was no more water splashing him, and just a little wetness on his skin remained. His face was there under his fingers still scarred, but not burning, not hurting, not wounded. He opened his eyes and found himself in one of the rooms at Uchiha’s, a room getting steadily brighter. A man, a scarred man was turning on all the lights.

Ibiki.

Suddenly all the memories of the night raced back into Raidou’s mind. How Ibiki had treated him at first like a piece of fragile glass, like a lover, not a sub. How he had focused on Raidou’s pleasure, how he had convinced Raidou he was desirable, sexy, sensual. How that first orgasm had been the most intense he could ever remember at that point. How that voice of his had whispered promises of how much better it would feel if he let himself be chained, so that he couldn’t stop his body from trying to limit the pleasure, from holding back, from shying away. How Ibiki had given him safewords, a bell ball, and had him use them with just one wrist cuff on, then with one wrist and one ankle cuff, then with both wrists and ankles. How he’d lost control of the bell ball because of the pleasure shaking him. How he’d begged for Ibiki not to stop, not to be unchained yet again, but to have his new dom finish pleasuring him with his mouth and hands as he lay there chained. How he had come again and then yet again and then still yet again. How he’d learned that Ibiki was right, that he could come even more intensely, come so hard he worried he might die in the process. Oh, yes, he remembered that. And he remembered how he had fallen in love.

He looked down at the foot of the bed where Ibiki stood naked, legs apart, hand empty and extended, showing Raidou they held nothing. Raidou wasn’t chained now. Ibiki must have undone the chains after he had finally indeed lost consciousness to exhaustion, to sleep. He was free to go. Free to dress, free to walk out of this room, to go home. Free to leave Ibiki standing here naked, scarred, alone. No. No. Too soon. It was only 4 A.M.

“Ibiki, Master, thank you for waking me,” he said.

“You’re welcome, Raidou. Do you want something to eat or drink?” asked Ibiki.

And Raidou suddenly had a vivid memory of Ibiki’s scarred face leaning down to his own, slipping some of Raidou’s own cum into his mouth as he kissed him. He blushed, and Ibiki smiled, a smile that seemed to say, `I know exactly what you just thought of.’

“Is there something else you want, Raidou? Something I can do for you?” said Ibiki, walking around to the side of the bed and sitting down.

Raidou felt his heartbeat speed up, but with all the lights, the after-effects of the nightmare, and the habits of many years of caution, he couldn’t say what he wanted. “I, I don’t know,” he said, disliking himself for being afraid.

Ibiki’s fingers gently touched the hair at his temples; then his right hand cupped the scarred side of his face. He said softly, “A good master always knows what his boy needs, what he wants. His boy is safe from everyone else. A good master will let no one else touch his boy without his permission. He will always respect his boy’s limits, his safewords. Do you think I’m a good master, Raidou?”

Raidou felt his cock stiffen and said a little breathlessly, “Yes.”

“Do you want me to take care of your needs, your wants right now?”

Raidou found himself crying out, “Yes, Master,” without thinking, without pausing. And Ibiki’s mouth descended on his before he had a chance to start doubting himself. When Ibiki pulled away, Raidou’s mind was full of love and desire, not fear.

Ibiki, however, said, “Boy, you need to prove you can trust your master, prove you can trust me. You need to prove this to yourself, boy. So go over to the cupboard over there. I’m going put you over my knee and discipline you with the instrument you bring me back. I will not scar you. Do not bring me a cane or a whip. There are no knives in this room, no acid. Trust me, trust yourself,” said Ibiki. His hand found Raidou’s and brought it up to his mouth and kissed it. Then he dropped the hand, saying, “Go now, boy.”

And Raidou moved over to the other side of the bed, standing up, shaking a little. `This is it,’ he thought, `This is my chance to start over, to start risking again, to start finding sexual pleasure again. Hell, to start learning what sexual pleasure is. I’ve never felt so good or come so many times before. Oh, god, he seems to know everything about me, how to say exactly what I need to hear, exactly what makes my fears go away. He’s so, so perfect, so wonderful, so gorgeous, so sexy, so, so masterful. Oh, god, I want to lay on his lap and feel him paddle me, feel my cock against his legs, feel myself helpless under his arm, feel his own arousal. I want him to say I’ve been a good boy and that I’ve pleased him. Oh, god, I want to please him.’ And Raidou’s hands found a paddle, trembling not with fear but with desire.

He fell to his knees, put the paddle in his mouth, and crawled over to Ibiki, offering it to him. When Ibiki took the paddle from him, he said, “Master, I want to please you.”

Ibiki’s hand came out and stroked his hair. That rich, warm voice said, “I know, boy. You’re doing very well so far. Now, up over my lap now.”

And those words of praise filled Raidou with joy, and he eagerly lay over Ibiki’s lap, saying, “Thank you, Master Ibiki, thank you.”

“Now, boy,” said Ibiki. “I’m going to beat you with this paddle you’ve brought me. You’ve done nothing wrong. This is to prove that you truly want to be my boy, to submit, to show me that you trust me as your master. I want you hold still and not try to escape or avoid each blow. You may cry out, you may sob, you may beg, you may come, but you can’t leave my lap or try to stop my arm or cover your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Ibiki,” whispered Raidou, bracing for the first blow.

But instead all he felt was Ibiki’s hand on his ass, his lower back, his thighs. “Such smooth skin, so soft, so sexy,” said Ibiki. “You look so pretty like this boy, over my lap, awaiting my paddling. It’s the prettiest, most erotic thing I’ve seen in a long, long time,” said Ibiki with a note of roughness, of honesty, that made Raidou feel full of love. But he couldn’t say that, couldn’t tell Ibiki that he felt like he was in love with him. So, he just said, “Oh, Master, Master Ibiki, thank you, thank you.”

And then the first blow of the paddle—the sting and the hot burn that followed lost to the next blow, and then the next. They were quick, hard, and he was aflame, throbbing with pain like he hadn’t been in so long. And as he struggled to stay still beneath each rapid blow, he felt himself perversely more excited than he’d been in years. He’d masturbated to fantasies of a master spanking him, beating, whipping him, but this is was real. He found the tears running down his face, and then he heard Ibiki’s voice over the paddle, “So beautiful, so beautiful. My boy’s ass exposed and red, hot from my arm, my paddle; his cries and tears so beautiful. Ah, boy, you please me. Can you feel my hard cock under yours as I paddle you? I’m going to fuck you with that cock, looking at this red ass, my ass, my boy, my treasure—“

“Master, Ibiki, Master!” shouted Raidou as he came violently and another blow landed. His ass was so sore, so painful he couldn’t really feel where the paddle hit anymore, but he heard the sound. And still his seed poured out onto Ibiki’s lap, and he heard Ibiki laughing. But he didn’t stop the paddling, and Raidou began to sob. He’d come like a pain slut, like a little masochist, but now the pain was still coming, and it wasn’t so exciting anymore, it was agonizing. And Ibiki, Master Ibiki, laughed at him! Did he think less of him, now? He couldn’t bear it—

“Oh, boy, so beautiful, so beautiful, so passionate!” said Ibiki.

Oh! Oh, Master was pleased. But the paddle kept falling, and Raidou felt himself reaching his limits. “Master, Master, it hurts, it hurt too much, please, please stop, Master,” begged Raidou.

“Very well, boy,” said Ibiki stopping. “You pleased me very much, so I will stop like you asked. But I’m going to fuck you now, and I won’t stop even if you beg.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Raidou, lost in his feelings of relief, desire, and gratitude that were now overriding the pain or perhaps merging with it. “Master Ibiki, Ibiki, my master!”

And Ibiki picked Raidou as if he weighed nothing and tossed him face down on the bed. Raidou heard him pulling on a condom, opening lube, then felt Ibiki pulling his legs up and apart. Ibiki’s cock was at his ass, pushing, pushing its lubed and latex-covered head inside him without any fingering or stretching. It was a little painful, but nothing compared to the way his asschecks felt, and the bite of the pain only made his able to focus on his anus, focus on the cock forcing itself inside him slowly. He was already stiffening again, the thrill of living his fantasies overtaking him, but more than that the feeling of love, sudden intense passionate love swamped him, smothering him.

“Fuck!” cried Ibiki as he finally was all the way in, and then he began to move. His voice, thick with passion, spilled out a little incoherently, “So fucking gorgeous, such a fucking tight pretty red little ass, my ass, all mine to paddle, to fuck, boy!”

And the words seemed to go straight to Raidou’s heart, the room started to go dim at the edges of his vision, and all he could focus on was how it felt. His Master, his love, was fucking him, fucking him hard, fucking him like his fantasies come to life. Pleasure, pain, burning, quivering. Was the blanket beneath him moving and pulsing? Or was he losing track of what was his body and what was everything else? Oh, Ibiki, Oh, Master, Master, Oh my love, so deep, so hard, so strong, so in control! I’m yours, oh, yes, make me yours like this, use me! Oh, yes, god yes! And as Raidou focused on his body, his feelings, he could sense blackness starting to close in more, and he got the sense that he was going to pass out soon. No! No! I want to feel this; I need to feel this! And the pounding, the burning, the thudding of his heart: all told him he was getting near the edge—that he was going to come, pass out, or just explode and die. And the thought of dying without once saying how he felt made him cry out, “Ibiki! My master! Ibiki I love you!”

And then there was a roaring, a rushing, a pulsing, and he was coming again as he felt Ibiki pulsing inside him, around him, above him. And then the blackness overtook him, but he felt nothing but peace as the light finally winked out.

“Raidou! Raidou! Love, wake up! Come back to me!”

Love? Had he heard that word? Was he loved? His eyes filled with tears, and he raised them up, daring to look right into Ibiki’s dark ones.

“Raidou, why are you crying?” asked Ibiki.

“I love you.”

“Oh, Raidou, my Raidou, my precious boy, my heart’s desire, how can I let you go if you say such things to me?”

“Don’t let me go, keep me, love me, master me, Ibiki.”

And Ibiki stared at him for the longest time, his face so full of longing and love that Raidou didn’t worry, didn’t doubt that he would say yes until a sadness seemed to fill Ibiki’s eyes. And then all the obstacles between them rose up in Raidou’s mind—Ibiki didn’t live in this city, he lived in some small town in Colorado with the Itachi and Sasuke’s parents. And Genma, even in love, could he leave Genma, leave their little business, leave everything for Ibiki? No, no, he couldn’t leave Genma, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t--because he owed Genma his life. And if he left, how would Genma rescue him if he needed it? Would Ibiki rescue him? But Ibiki, could he trust Ibiki enough to move away from Genma?

“Don’t look so sad, Raidou,” said Ibiki. “I’m going to stay for a week. Then I’m going to go quit my job and move here. And then you’d better be really for me, my boy, ready to move in and put on my training collar.”

Raidou threw himself at Ibiki, kissing him, crying out, “I love you! Ibiki, Master Ibiki!” and such things as he kissed at every bit of Ibiki’s face and neck.

And Ibiki laughed, put his hand in Raidou’s hair, and tugged his head back. “You are going to need a lot of training, boy. Now, calm down and suck my cock. If you kept crying and breathing so rapidly you’ll choke. Now wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock, boy.”

“Yes, Master!”

And Raidou eagerly shoved his face down to Ibiki’s crotch and took his cock in his mouth, forgetting about putting on a condom, not even caring.

“Raidou!” snapped Ibiki’s voice, suddenly terrible and commanding.

Raidou’s head flew up, and he said, “Yes, Master?” responding instinctively to the command in Ibiki’s voice.

“You never, ever suck a cock you don’t know is clean without a condom. I’m clean, but you were careless and put yourself at risk. I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

“Master Ibiki! You are so good to me! I’m sorry!”

“Apologize not with words, but by giving me your best damn blow job, boy,” ordered Ibiki.

Raidou lowered his head and called on every bit of his glassblowing training and experience.

And when Ibiki came, he did something he hadn’t done during sex since he was seventeen—he screamed.

Raidou just let his head rest on Ibiki’s thigh, smiling, blissful. After a while, Ibiki’s hands began to stroke his hair, his shoulders.

As the sun rose over the city, Raidou dreamed he was making a masterpiece, twisting, rolling, blowing, and shaping the hot molten glass, adding color after color in way not possible except in dreams, the glass getting bigger and bigger until he was inside it, shaping it, swimming in the liquid glass, forming it with giant tools into walls and floors and chairs and tables and windows and towers, into a giant glass castle of shimmering, rainbow colors.

When he awoke again, Genma was there with a huge breakfast tray, sucking on his cinnamon stick, grinning and winking at him as he set it on a folding table in front of the dom’s chair and a small stool.

To Raidou’s surprise, Ibiki snapped out an order to Genma, “I’m giving you ten minutes to get your own breakfast and a seat and be back here at the table.”

And, Genma, Genma the sloucher, straightened like a veteran soldier and responded, “Yes, sir.”

Raidou beamed with pride at this evidence of Ibiki’s mastery and lept up to run to the bathroom. But Ibiki snapped his fingers, and Raidou froze. “Give me a good morning kiss before you go to the bathroom, boy,” he said.

Oh. Now that was an order that was easy to follow. Raidou flew to obey.

And when Genma returned, he wanted to kiss Ibiki too, to fall on his knees and kiss his feet. Because his Raidou was radiant, so happy he was unable to talk and having trouble getting the food to his mouth. After he dropped his third forkful of egg, Ibiki took away the piece of silverware that was shaking in his hand and pulled him on to his lap to feed him. And Genma felt like if he stayed any longer he would be crying or dropping his food as well, so he just popped his cinnamon stick back in his mouth and grumbled about how he couldn’t just loll around when he was on the clock.

And Ibiki looked at him, and Genma felt himself start to blush for having lied, something he never did. But then Ibiki smiled and nodded, and Genma bolted for the door wanting out.

In the hallway, he shook himself and resolved to never walk in on Ibiki and Raidou when he could assign the job to someone else. Unless of course Raidou called for him, needing him to rescue him from Ibiki. Good god, he hoped not. Shuddering, Genma headed for his car and reminded himself of how happy Raidou had looked. Damn, that wasn’t just an I-just-had-a-good-fucking-last-night happy look. That look was something more on the lines of I-just-had-the-most-amazing-sexual-experience-of-my-life happy. Well, Genma would find out—every single detail that Raidou could remember. Genma snorted—given the state Raidou had been in over breakfast, that might not be a lot of details. Hey, but as a friend, he’d see if he could help Raidou remember all he could—cause that what friends were for. And Raidou, Raidou was long overdue for a good bragging session. Hmm, he might even tell a story to rival the one about Genma’s night with those three fireman . . . or the time Genma had joined the mile-high club . . .

Fuck, I havn’t even heard the story yet, and I’m getting hard. Oh well, that’s why I have a hand . . .

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A/N: Hi! Thanks for all the reviews so quickly on this chapter! It's so funny you were thinking of a menage a tois. I keep thinking about having some of the doms watch their subs with other men, but rejecting the ideas as too unromantic, but it never even occurred to me to think of those three. Hmmm--maybe . . . Right now, Genma's a dom--I don't know if I made that clear, but he's been that way in my mind. But of course my favorite, favorite thing (a sort of twist on the yaoi classic--I can't be your uke, I'm not gay!!!) is having a dom realize he likes subbing. Maybe Ibiki can be a sort of gateway to Genma becoming a switch or even a sub?? Hmmm, as always, you inspire me!!!

Thanks especially to llyoung, Human Infiltrator, Allys, and Reno's Lover, my super fans!

And Allys--if you were here I'd throw myself on you just like Raidou did to Ibiki above. We are so, so in tune!

Gosh, I made it to MONDAY--the weekend is over!! (oh, but not for Itachi and Kisame since Monday Uchiha's is very low key and semi-shut down (sort of like hair salons or antique shops--the good ones are never open on Monday)

Dear lord--three days took 54 chapters--about 18 chapters a day . . . I'm going to have to skip a lot of days if we are ever going to get to all the things I have planned . . .

I want Gaara and Shika to go to AnimeExpo in Long Beach (since I'm going, June 29-July 2) as Toshiro and Renji although I thought about Shika as Rukia (to Ichigo) or Momo (to Sosuke or Toshiro? or ?) just so they could kiss in public and make the yaoi fangirls go wild . . . But I was sort of worried I'd get to June 29th in the story before I went to the conference, but now I don't think so . . . ok, so Bleach fans, feel free to give me suggestions on who they should go as (I'll have them talking about it soon) and since I'm only an English translation/Cartoon Network Bleach girl at the moment (hey, now that I've finished downloading Naruto Shippuuden, I can start on Bleach . . .) are there any episodes that would lend themselves to sexual innuendo or inspiration . . . (Now if they were watching Naruto, all you do is put in the Zabuza/Haku death scene, which would make anyone grab the one they love and affirm their existence . . .)

Ok, enough rambling.
I'm sorry to say I can't write another chapter until late on May 30th--I have some serious work committments I can't put off any more. :( But I'll be writing them in my head in odd moments . . .

Love,
Hestia