Rustic Servitude

Rustic Servitude - Chapter Five

Notes: ItaKisa first half (more foot fetish, oral), SasuNaru second half (no warnings).

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As slave watched his Master and vice versa, Master’s right foot moved spreading his big toe from the second to slide the two around the underside of the velvety soft skin of his slave’s erection, and slowly stroked the appendage that he owned up to the curve of cock head then back down to the base where a thatch of wild curls blossomed around the firm manhood. A soft sound could be heard in the slave’s throat, but his face made no indication that he had made any noise at all and instead was the same as ever with his customary smirk in place.

Ever careful of his well trimmed toe nails just for good measure, Itachi stroked slowly up and down drawing out his movements as he felt each rigid inch with the sensitive skin between his two toes. The same noise if only louder sounded, and if Itachi had doubted himself before whether he heard anything or not, he was now positive even if his slave still made no change of facial expression other than his eyes sliding nearly one forth closed. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but number twenty-one’s Master was no ordinary man, he was very perceptive and paid attention to little details as well as the one’s clearly seen by anyone. Therefore, he was sure to notice how his slave kept perfectly still by the way his muscles were tense in his broad shoulders, biceps, triceps, and thighs to keep from making any further noise.

Itachi smirked, “How long has it been since someone has touched you in such an intimate manner such as this?”

The slave exhaled slowly to keep his voice from wavering when he answered, “Too long.”

Itachi squeezed his toes around the thick member they sandwiched when his slave did not answer as he ought to have.

Sharp teeth parted as a soft ‘ah’ escaped the slave, “Years. I don’t remember it’s been so long.”

After getting his slave's half-ass answer, Itachi let both of his feet slide away from his slave as he stood in front of him, “Undress me starting with my shirt and work your way down.”

The slave looked from his Master’s apparent arousal that was level with his line of sight before looking up to reply, “Yes, Master.” Standing, number twenty-one was easily taller than his Master, but that did not seem to irk Itachi as large hands fingered the hem of his long-sleeve black t-shirt and pulled upward. Accommodating the situation, Itachi raised his arms for the material to be lifted from his body. As soon as the tee cleared his head, the thermal shirt he wore underneath was pulled away to reveal pale smooth skin, and small pink nipples.

Number twenty-one did not hold back his anticipation when all was left to remove was his Master’s faded denim jeans and whatever lie underneath, for his expression truly shone with wonderment at what he was revealing.

Quickly the slave folded each piece of clothing to lay beside his Master’s boots at the side of the recliner as he kneeled once again to retrieve the strewn socks he had left between his spread thighs. He placed them beside the garments he had already placed beside the pair of boots, and made quick before his Master grew bored of him to unbutton and unzip his pants.

Peeling away the jeans along with the long underwear underneath felt like opening a long awaited Christmas present that had been denied the slave for years, and only now given to him after he suffered through the hardships of his life previous to catching his owner’s eye. That thought caused the subservient man’s chest kneeling at Itachi’s feet to swell with unknown feelings he had never felt before for he had never been in such a situation. A situation such as this where he no longer thought and just felt, doing what was told automatically. But when his Master’s cock came free, number twenty-one’s hands left the jeans to fall around his Master’s ankles and his thermals to cling to his thighs as he dove forward, grasped the base and swallowed his Master’s arousal without instruction to do so.

Instantly Master’s hands were submerged in his slave’s dark blue locks to steady himself just as the audacious slave number twenty-one’s mouth began to suckle his member and bob his head slightly as he waited for his Master to adjust to the slave’s spontaneous action that even threw Itachi for a few moments.

Thought eluded Itachi for seconds before he regained his composure, and just as he was about to forcefully pry his slave off his dick by the hair held tightly in his hands, the ever-smirking demon of a man deep throated him.

The slave’s large right hand around the base of his cock did not idle and stroked with each bob of his head, his thumb stroking the underside as if to coax his Master to shoot his load. These ministrations added with sucking and rapid strokes as well as beady eyes looking up at him while he stared back, Itachi could hold back no longer. With that voracious mouth, number twenty-one greedily milked his Master’s cock for all he was worth, and only smirked as he allowed the appendage he had serviced to slip from his oral cavity.

Master held himself up by resting his hands on his slave’s head, his mouth partially open as he formed no words, and continued to stare into his slave’s eyes.

He’d have to break his slave's nasty habit of acting without consent.

“Take me to my bedroom, last door on the right.”

The smirking slave number twenty-one was pleased with himself to say the least, and replied, “Yes, Master,” as he scooped the shorter male up into his arms and followed the way he was instructed.

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Number twenty awoke with his length no longer in the clutches of his Master, and in an empty cold yet comfortable bed with the smell of a delicious breakfast wafting through the overhead vents and around the space of the door. Unfortunately, his arms were still bound behind his back, he realized, as he tried with all his might to get into a position to dismount his Master’s oversized bed.

The slave wanted to growl in frustration, but his stomach growled instead as he finally managed to swing his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. He swallowed in anticipation for what scrumptious delicacies lay beyond the confines of Master’s bedroom, but his throat was unnecessarily dry and ached. Memories surfaced and his contempt for his new owner was renewed as he swallowed again to relieve himself of the pain. It didn’t help much, and so he tried to ignore the dry ache to focus on getting something to drink and eat.

Stumbling through the dark room with little light afforded from the few heavy curtains of the windows on either side of the large bed, Naruto finally found the door where he knew it would be. Turning himself, one hand fumbled with the knob until it turned and gave way from its frame. The door swung inward brushing a bit of Naruto’s naked flesh in the process, and caused light from the hall to filter in the dark room that Naruto turned and vacated to follow the smell he smelt when he first awoke.

The intoxicating scent led Naruto down the dimly lit hall to a bright room that had been previously dark the night before and was directly across from the living area. The cabinets were a warm brown as well as the island that Naruto’s owner currently sat at on a wooden straight back bar chair of the same color though was a shade lighter than that of the floor. The countertops were stainless steel along with all of the appliances, but what was stunning was the wall covered in small tiles in all shades of blue, and white with sparse green tiles at random throughout on one wall as a back-splash over the sink and countertops as well as the stove/oven. The other walls were white.

Sakura stood at the stove with nothing but a canvas apron to cover her body as she flipped a pancake in a frying pan.

Sasuke noticed slave number twenty with his tousled bed-head blonde locks standing in the doorway staring at a mound of bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast stacked on a platter near his own plate, and beckoned him with his left hand while the right held his fork over his plate before setting it down upon the plate with a soft clink of metal against glass.

Naruto hesitated looking from the food to his Master then back before he moved to his owner’s side.

“Kneel.”

The slave hesitated once again before kneeling before his Master. The same hand that had beckoned him befell his head and stroked his blonde locks before caressing his cheek, then digging a finger into that same cheek to rip away the duct tape that his Master had slapped over the slave’s mouth the night before. Naruto winced, and glared, but did not make a noise as he moved his lips. Some of the sticky residue from the tape still felt like it lingered.

“Are you hungry?”

“Y-” Naruto stopped and swallowed to alleviate the discomfort of his throat before he answered, “Yes.”

Sasuke noticed his distress and grabbed his own glass of orange juice, touched the rim of the glass to his slave’s lips and tilted it. The juice washed over Naruto’s tongue and down his parched throat. He made a decision then to not yell and curse at his bastard of an owner for causing the discomfort he now alleviated, not because he had a revelation that he should be good in order to have a good ol’ time in his new predicament, but because he knew he wanted it. It being his Master’s cock. Despite the situation, and that his owner was a complete bastard, Naruto knew he was attracted to him.

Sakura set a stack of pancakes on a plate next to a small half empty bowl of grits with a daub of melted butter on top as Sasuke set his glass of half full orange juice in its place beside his plate; a bottle of syrup was not far away. She seemed to have found her place in her new Master’s home, somehow this irritated Naruto that she had given in so easily, but he was more angry with himself for giving in as well.

Number twenty-two removed her apron and hung it on a hook on the inner face of the door of the pantry, then walked around the island to kneel next to Naruto. Apparently when Naruto was busy thinking, Sakura had finished tidying the mess made while cooking, and was now through.

Sasuke eyed the blonde slave then looked to the one tagged number twenty-two, “Serve yourself breakfast and eat beside me.”

Once again Sakura was in action, standing, opening a cabinet to retrieve a plate, then opened a drawer to retrieve a fork, turned to the island, and stabbed two pancakes that she then placed on her plate.

Sasuke’s dark eyes shifted from Naruto to his plate where his slave’s eyes were riveted even though he could not see anything but the rim from his position, his left hand touched on a piece of bacon before pinching off a piece using both. He then turned back to his slave and presented the torn piece of bacon to his lips. He was about to take the fried meat into his mouth when the morsel was pulled away by the hand that held it. Brows creased in confusion as blue eyes looked up to the one holding out his breakfast.

“What do you say?”

Naruto scowled, here he kneeled, bound and tied, was denied orgasm after being used as an oral slut, had to sleep in an awkward position while tied with this sadist’s hand wrapped around his dick all night, and now he had to beg for table scraps like a dog!? He was what he considered ‘good’ for the duration of the morning until this point.

“I think I deserve some bacon and eggs for what I did last night without having to say jack shit.”

Sakura nearly stumbled as she walked around the island to sit beside her owner on a high barstool that was the twin of the one which Sasuke sat upon, her plate in hand; neither of the men took notice of her.

Master raised his hand to his lips and took the piece of bacon for himself, he watched his slave as he chewed which angered the slave all the more for being denied what was rightfully his, or what he thought to be rightfully his. The blonde’s lips thinned as he watched his Master swallow the fried pork meat he had chewed, only to lift the remainder of the same piece in his other hand to feed himself, his eyes never leaving his slave’s. After swallowing again, only then did number twenty’s Master speak, “No one deserves anything. To obtain what you want, you have to submit in order to receive.”

“So what’s a blow job worth?”

Sakura nearly choked on a thick piece of buttered pancake, but still neither of the men paid her any mind as images of the two in various positions plagued her mind.

Sasuke smirked, “If you are referring to the one last night, that is worth nothing. If you are propositioning-”

“What!? Why not?”

“Do not interrupt or question my judgment,” Sasuke paused to let his slave retort if he intended to before continuing, “As I was saying, if you are propositioning me, there is a possibility that you could receive something in return for your…services.”

Naruto sneered, “What would I get?”

“You would not receive punishment.”

“I think I’ve received enough punishment!”

Sakura flinched at Naruto’s tone and thought that he would surely be punished now regardless if he did what he was told or not. The reckless blonde did not know what he was getting himself into, and could save himself half his troubles if only he’d stop rebelling and speaking out of turn.

“What you think hardly affects my decisions.” Sasuke turned to Sakura who was nearly done eating what she had served herself, “Clean up this mess when you're done, and retrieve this boy’s clothing.”

Number twenty-two did not reply, instead she nodded, took one last bite, stood, and obeyed.

“I don’t get any food?!” Naruto shouted incredulously.