D/s Naruto

Chapter 62 (Sunday 17 June 2007, night to Monday 18 June 2007, dawn)

Shikamaru sighed, sucked on his pen in lieu of a cigarette, and just stared at his hands thinking. If he focused, he could figure this new little bug out, and then the damn program would be working, and he would have little work that challenged him until the next project came in. He could coast through Monday to Wednesday at the very least and enjoy Gaara. His mind locked in, and he was oblivious to anything else.

Gaara came in from the garden. He’d finished spot cleaning the pillow that had gotten dirty the other day. The house was perfect now, nothing left to clean. He’d done all the wash. He’d made them ramen for dinner, watched as Shika gulped it down not really tasting it, lost in his work. He’d shopped online, buying a gold 1715 doubloon, brought up from a shipwreck. The coin was already set into a gold pendant and cost just under four thousand dollars. He’d ended up spending another four thousand on a thick 24K gold chain for it, wanting Shikamaru’s collar to be perfect. He could have had a cheap electroplated chain and fake doubloon for under 10 dollars, but he decided to spend his “upgrade to a Harley” fund on Shikamaru. This was the closest thing to an engagement ring that he’d ever buy, and it had to be just right. Besides, now they both had Suzuki’s, and that seemed just right too.

Standing in the doorway behind Shikamaru’s back, it occurred to Gaara he didn’t want Shikamaru’s neck bare nor in the leather collar with the D-rings at his brothers. Ah! He stepped back down into the garden and took just one copper link out of the shower chain. Inside the house he went into the living room and grabbed one of the leather gauntlets on the bench. He didn’t want the gauntlet, just the long leather lace in it. It was black, unfortunately, since brown would look better against Shikamaru’s skin, but it was here. He went in the kitchen and was please to see Shikamaru had finished thinking and once more was typing away. He pulled a knife from one drawer and stood behind his slave, looping the leather lace around his neck to determine the best place to cut the lace.

Then he sat down again, tying the copper loop in the center so it would rest against Shika’s throat like a pendant. He lay the simple collar on the table. His slave had been asleep when he’d put the thick leather collar on him this morning. He was going to be 100% focused on Gaara when this one went on. Gaara opened his laptop and fiddled with the contract he’d been working on in between shopping, cleaning, and cooking. The contract looked good, but he wanted to read all the ones in Shikamaru’s file at Uchiha’s first; hell, he wanted to read the whole file. He’d go in and help himself to it tonight when they went to get Shika’s V-Strom. God, looking at Shika now, working so hard, you wouldn’t think this was the sort of guy that rode his bike with a vibrator in his ass and came in his pants. Oh, that was something to do. Gaara got up to look at all his sex toys and decide which one he wanted in his slave’s ass tonight.

He settled on a simple medium buttplug that didn’t vibrate. He didn’t want Shika to crash, and he really did want to go out and ride tonight. And when they got home, there was the whole issue of punishment. One crop stroke for biting his nipple. But should he add more for the debacle with the grocery shopping or consider that over? Gaara went into the bedroom and laid down, thinking about it.


Shikamaru shut his laptop and stretched. It was 9:30 Sunday night, and he’d just gotten done in only six hours probably three days work. Well, normally, it was too troublesome to work for so long and so intently. But he’d had some serious incentive. He stood up, his ankle chain clinking, and looked at the two matching laptops on the table, smiling. And then he stared at that collar Gaara had prepared for him—he felt like dancing when he looked at that. God, love was something else. Silly things like finding out you owned something similar or matching could make you feel incredibly happy. A gift from your lover made you want to act like a kid at Christmas. Shika headed for the bathroom, wanting to be ready for anything when he approached Gaara.

He finished washing his hands at the sink when he knew suddenly Gaara was there. He looked up into the mirror, seeing him naked behind him and the memories of yesterday when they’d both stood here like this came back vividly. My god, was it just 30 or so hours ago that he’d been in here thinking he didn’t want to fuck Gaara? How horrible that must have been for him, knowing he was a virgin and feeling so unwanted! Shikamaru turned around and launched himself at Gaara’s knees, hugging them fiercely and kissing them, kissing down those legs to those white feet.

“Go get on your hands and knees on the table in the living room,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru’s heart started pounding, and with a quick, “Yes, Master,” he was out of the bathroom, down the hall, and up on the table. He positioned himself and waited. He heard Gaara flushing the toilet, washing up, going in the kitchen. He heard him in the hall closet and the bedroom. Then finally at last, in the living room behind him. But instead of touching his anus or his ass, Gaara reached up and put a cockring on him. “I want to make this clear, Slave,” he said. “You’re body is mine. You don’t ever cum without my permission unless you have been permitted to temporarily dom. You don’t play with yourself, either. The ankle and wrist cuffs and the collar with the D-rings are worn at all times in the house unless I remove them. When you get home, you strip and put them on if they are off. You wear and dress how I want. If I want you to go out with pearls on your ears and ribbons in your hair, you do it. We’ll work on our contract tomorrow, but these things are going to be part of it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Gaara,” said Shikamaru.

And Gaara then undid the ankle chain and took off the ankle cuffs. He slid the butt plug into Shikamaru, slapping his ass, saying, “Stand up now.” Shikamaru slid off the table, turned to face Gaara, and stood with his eyes down. “Turn around.” Gaara unbuckled the collar around his neck. “Turn around.” Gaara lifted Shikamaru’s chin and kissed him, a lover’s kiss, not a master’s. When he pulled back, it was the vulnerable Gaara that said, “Shikamaru, I love you.” He then put the lace of leather with the link on it around Shika’s neck and knotted it on. He moved it around, putting the link in the front and the knot in the back. “This stays on Shikamaru until your other collar comes or until—“ Gaara paused, his hands tightening on Shikamaru’s shoulders, his nails digging into the skin.

“Until I die, Gaara. I love you. You are my master.”

Gaara smiled and his hands moved from Shikamaru’s shoulders to his nipples. He tugged hard on the gold ring with one hand while his other hand pinched the unpierced bud sharply.

“Why?” he asked, and Shikamaru knew what he meant.

“I didn’t know which would feel better at first, pierced or unpierced, but now the contrast is interesting.”

Gaara’s fingers applied more pressure until Shikamaru’s mouth came open, and he panted a little. Gaara watched as his face changed as the pain intensified and Shika’s arousal grew, and then he leaned back down and kissed him again, this time like a master.

When he broke away, he just said, “Dress. Uchiha’s then a long ride.”

Shika put his clothes on carefully. His two whip marks didn’t like clothes on them, and his nipples didn’t either. When they were outside in the garage, Shika grinned as he pulled on his helmet. They looked ridiculously alike in bluejeans and black motocycle boots, jackets, gloves, and helmets. His helmet fit a little loosely without his spiky ponytail but not so loose that it would be a problem. The ride to the club was uneventful although the plug in his ass combined with the feel of both the bike between his legs and Gaara against the front of his body had Shikamaru horny again. He kept wondering if Gaara would fuck him when they got home, like he’d asked.

When they pulled up at Uchiha’s, Gaara asked Kotetsu to bring out Shikamaru’s bike. Shika was left watching the Bandit, while Gaara went inside. He was going to remove Shikamaru’s file. To his surprise, neither Itachi, Kisame, or Sasori was around, and Genma didn’t care where Gaara went or what Gaara did. They had a mutual policy of ignoring each other. So it was only ten minutes at most that Shikamaru was waiting outside with Kotetsu.

“New master?” Kotetsu asked, after he was back with the bike, wanting to learn what he could.

Shikamaru nodded yes, saying nothing. Gaara and he hadn’t worked out how he was to behave in public yet, but Shika was going to be extremely cautious after the fiasco of his grocery trip.

“Collared?” probed Kotetsu.

Another nod.

“He whip you?”

Nod.

“You really his slave for forever?” Kotetsu asked in an incredulous voice.

Nod.

“Why?”

Shikamaru just smiled, a rather smug, superior, and satisfied smile. Then he knelt down by the door. It wasn’t normal for subs to kneel by the heavy wooden doors, and it was, in fact, discouraged for drawing the wrong kind of attention. But the bikes were blocking the view of anyone driving by on the street. And it was, without words, a statement.

When Gaara came out, he stopped in front of his kneeling slave, pleasantly surprised. And Shika bent and kissed his boots, and then, just to show Kotetsu how very satisfied he was, he kissed Gaara’s crotch. Gaara jerked him to his feet, pulled him inside the doors, and kissed him hard. Then he let go and was out the door leaving Shika to follow.

In a few minutes, they were out on freeway, both enjoying the thrill of racing along side by side at 90 plus miles an hour. The speed limits on the California freeways were officially either 55 or 65, but 75 was pretty much the norm, and typically you had to drive like an ass or go over 80 to get a ticket. But on a late Sunday night, most of the traffic was heading west, and Gaara and Shikamaru were heading east. They played, one accelerating and then the other, then riding closely side by side. Gaara finally pulled off, so they could get gas before heading home.

As they were filling their tanks, Shikamaru asked, “Gaara, should I buy us some more vanilla ice cream? Anything else you want?”

Gaara looked at him with those shocking aquamarine eyes, and Shikamaru shivered. God, Gaara in motorcycle gear was devastating. His hand shook a little putting up the pump, and then he went into the little store. Shika bought two pints of ice cream and some Slim Jims that he thought might work better than pens for sucking on when he worked and missed his cigarettes. The cashier was ringing it all up when Gaara came in and asked for the bathroom key. One look at Gaara’s face and Shikamaru knew what he wanted. He took his change, trying to act calm. He careful put his purchases in one of his saddlebags. And then he walked around the side of the building to the men’s room.

When he tried the handle, it was locked, but it opened a second later and Shikamaru stepped in. The little bathroom was dirty, with paper towels on the floor and wet spots that hopefully were water not piss. Gaara already had his cock out and lubed. Shikamaru quickly dropped his pants and putting his hands on the sink and stuck out his ass. Gaara jerked the buttplug out, tossing it in the sink in front of him, and slid into his ass. If he looked up in the mirror, he could see Gaara behind him. His face looked hard, cold, and scary. “You don’t cum, whore,” was all he said before he started.

It was hard, brutal, fast, sordid. Shikamaru loved it, and the fact the cockring wouldn’t let him come somehow made it even more exciting. But too soon his ass was full of cum, and Gaara thrust the buttplug back in. “No removing that and no pissing. Take the key back,” said Gaara, walking out leaving him there with his pants down around his knees. Shikamaru pulled them up, tucking in erection, and washed his hands out of habit. As he took the key back, he tried not to walk awkwardly, but the guy behind the counter stared at him in a way that indicated he hadn’t been very successful. Coloring a little, he went out to his bike. And on the ride home, when he wasn’t focusing on riding and trying to position his ass so it hurt the least, he worried about that order, “No pissing.” Gaara seemed to enjoy controlling both his urine and his sperm. It made Shika wonder just how far he was going to go with that. He also was wondering if he was going to be allowed to come tonight. He’d only asked to fucked again before bedtime, and he had been.

It a little before midnight when they pulled back into the driveway. The smell of the jasmine was overwhelming. “I’ll get the ice cream,” said Gaara. “Put the trash out by the curb.” Shikamaru did so, walking even more pathetically than before the long ride back home. The door was open for him when he was done, and the minute he had shut it behind him, he stripped down, aware of Gaara sipping some water, leaning against the wall by the fireplace. When he was naked, save for the leather lace around his neck, the cockring, and the plug in his ass, Gaara said, “Up on the table.” He positioned himself, and Gaara carefully put back on his ankle and wrist cuffs, and buckled the leather collar with the D-rings around his neck. Instead of the long chain between his legs, they were linked by a small spreader bar that hardly spread anything, maybe six or eight inches long. The wrist cuffs were attached to the chains and pulled up, the table pulled away, and Shikamaru found himself suspended. His feet hung about a foot from the floor. And then Gaara walked out the room.

Shikamaru heard him undress. He heard him put up his helmet and jacket, go to the bathroom. He heard him in the kitchen. Gaara walked in, a bowl of ice cream in his hands and came up close to Shikamaru. He watched Shikamaru for a while then went over to the bench and got two weighted nipple clamps. He put them on the nipple ring and unpierced nipple, all the while with his bowl of ice cream in the other hand. Then he ate a little more watching Shikamaru before going into the bedroom.

Shikamaru hung there, waiting, his arms aching already. He could call out his safewords, of course, but he didn’t want to. He had no way of telling time. He’d been suspended before, and he’d let himself slide into another world, but now he was obsessed with listening for Gaara. And at last he heard him get up and go back into the kitchen. He heard the clink of the bowl in the sink, the little clatter of spoon moving in the bowl. Then Gaara came in and went over to the bench and picked up a riding crop and a bit of chain. The redhead moved the futon, revealing rings sunk in the floor. The chain was attached to ring in the floor and the bar between his ankles. It pulled him at an angle, so he was facing down, his hair spilling around him, his back and ass ready for the crop.

“Punishment occurs at night,” said Gaara. “Here, not in the bedroom. Discipline in the morning, in the bedroom. I’m going easy on you because my brother asked me to and because I want you to be able to play the game tomorrow. One lash for the bite, five for the failure to leave a note.”

The six lashes were administered slowly, carefully, precisely. Each one felt exactly the same, a sign of Gaara’s control. They move down his asscheeks systematically. Shikamaru had the feeling if you measured the spaces between them, they would all be with in a few tenths of an inch. They were all on the ass. It wasn’t even enough to make him lose his erection. He thanked Gaara after each one. Then Gaara shifted the futon and lowered the chains from the ceiling, letting them hang down the maximum amount they would. He toppled forward on the futon, but then he knelt up and peaked at Gaara, trying to get a sense of what was next. Gaara handed him his half-drunk bottle of water, which he had set on the mantle, and then knelt down in from of him, his face serious and unreadable. He put his hands on either side of Shikamaru’s head and stared at him for a long time. Shikamaru kept his eyes down, unsure of what was coming. And then Gaara’s hands dropped, and he stood back up. He walked over and turned out the lights.

Shikamaru panicked, “Master! Master! Please don’t leave me here!”

“I’ll wake you when it’s time for your discipline and to make breakfast,” said Gaara.

“Please, Master, may I brush my teeth and go to the bathroom?”

“No.”

“But Master, Master, what if I have to go?”

“You’ll go, sleep in it until morning, clean it up, and have five lashes for it tomorrow night,” said Gaara.

“Yes, Master,” said Shikamaru, his voice shaking. “Good night, Master. I love you.”

“Good. I’ll hear your safewords, Shikamaru. And I’ll know you won’t be gone when I wake up,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru’s head dropped, all protest gone. He’d be here in the morning, the weights still attached to his nipples, the plug and cockring untouched, holding his pee, waiting for his master. He was a bad slave. He’d enjoyed those six lashes and part of him had felt a little surprise that that was all, thinking maybe love was going to make Gaara a little soft. But in the dark, unable to move his legs much at all, his cock still hard, his buttocks burning, his ass sore, he cried a little. He had to blow his nose, and of course there was nothing to blow it on. Some snot dribbled on to the back of his hand, humiliating him. To make matters worse, he could hear Gaara in the bedroom and a little light was shining from under the bedroom door. He could hear papers rustling, and the click of his laptop keys. He tried to settle down, but his body wouldn’t let him. He lay on his side so he could look towards the doorway to the hall and the bedroom.

The sound of Gaara going in the kitchen, getting a glass of water, was torture. The running water made him feel the need to pee. The thought of Gaara in the bedroom, tapping away, working alone when he could have been there next to him, getting more work done was depressing. Oh. Work.

“Master?”

Gaara came through the doorway, his white skin visible in the darkness.

“If you bring me my laptop, I could work, so I could have more time free for you this week,” said Shikamaru.

“You’re not sleepy?”

“No, Master.”

Gaara disappeared, but Shikamaru felt a little hope when he heard the clanking of the chains in the bedroom followed by the sound of the bed moving. Gaara went back into the kitchen and down the hall before returning and unhooking his feet from the ring in the floor. He put the chain had been between his ankles between the wrist cuffs, which he detached from the chains to the ceiling.

“Into the bedroom to work till you’re tired,” said Gaara.

Shikamaru crawled awkwardly with his ankles hooked so close together into the bedroom. His laptop was set on the floor by Gaara’s side of the bed and single chain was there by it, ready for him. He stopped by it, and Gaara hooked the chain to the D-ring on his collar and got in bed.

Shika thought about sitting on his lashes and decided laying on his belly was best. He lay down and opened up a web browser.

“Work only,” said Gaara.

Shika realized that Gaara could see the screen of his laptop and wasn’t trusting him. “I promise, Gaara, work only,” he said. His laptop told him it was 2:03 a.m. They worked in silence. But to Shikamaru’s embarrassment, now that he was in the bedroom with Gaara, he was sleepy. He caught his head dropping down suddenly a few times, but he struggled to stay focused. Gaara would likely be angry that he permitted Shika to come in and work, only for him to fall asleep after fifteen minutes. Forty minutes, he decided, forty minutes was the minimum he could work without seeming like he lied just to be in the same room with Gaara.

But after thirty minutes or so, Gaara put up his own laptop, shut off the lights, and took away Shika’s. “Sleep there,” he said. “It’s too much bother to move you back.”

“Thank you, Gaara,” said Shikamaru sincerely, putting his head down, content. He heard Gaara getting in the bed, moving a little. It didn’t matter that he was on floor, now without even a futon. He was still dirty, needing to pee, and sore. He was in the bedroom with Gaara only feet away, and that was enough.

He came awake suddenly later in the night at the sound of metal clinking. It was still dark, but Gaara had evidently undone the little bar holding his ankles together, for his legs were pushed apart, the plug pulled out, and Gaara thrust into him again. In the darkness, saying nothing, he fucked Shikamaru the way he loved best—rough, hard, steady, mercilessly. Shikamaru cried, screamed, pleaded, and begged. He tried to bargain, offering all sorts of things to Gaara if he could just come. But Gaara reached up with his arm, grabbed his pillow off the bed, stripped off the pillowcase, and gagged him. Obviously in an emergency, Shikamaru could pull it out and cry out his safewords, but it never occurred to him. The fucking resumed, and it seemed even more savage to Shikamaru, making his need to cum greater. Gaara hadn’t said a word to him, just used him in the dark. And when he came, he made so little noise that Shikamaru couldn’t hear him over his own sobs. He heard Gaara pull open the nightstand drawer, and then another buttplug was shoved in him, but this one was larger. Then he got in bed, still silent, leaving Shikamaru more sore, stretched wider, with a gag in his mouth, and now so aroused his cock hurt. He sobbed, thinking he could never fall asleep.

But somehow he managed to because when Gaara woke him only an hour or so later, he had been sleeping. It was still dark. “We’re getting up early, so you can be cleaned up before the dawn,” he said. Then he said the words that suddenly made Shikamaru feel he endure this and more. “I want to hold my beloved slave in my arms as I watch the sunrise.”

Gaara raised the chain linked to his collar so that once more Shikamaru was up on his toes. The paddling was painful and hard, but it reminded both of them of what had happened yesterday morning. Each smack brought them closer together, bound them tighter, and aroused them more. When the paddle dropped from Gaara’s hand, he pulled the pillowcase from Shikamaru’s mouth, wrapped it around his cock, and released the cockring. “You’re punishment is over, Shikamaru, you can cum now,” he said, and that was all it took for him to spill into the cloth held around his cock by Gaara’s hands. Gaara caught Shika’s collapsing body in his arms, unhooked the chain, and carried him into the bathroom. He set Shika in the tub, telling him to feel free to pee, as he removed the weighted clamps and stood to get him water. Shika peed in the yellow tub, not caring it was running over his legs, too exhausted to stand. Gaara, however, flew back to the tub, jerked his ankles up, saying, “Try not to piss on the ankle cuffs, baby.”

Shikamaru couldn’t talk yet, but he nodded. Gaara gave him a glass of water and began washing away the pee and cleaning off his crotch and legs. “Ok, ready to empty that ass?” Another nod and Gaara lifted Shika up and took him to the toilet.

When he was done, Shikamaru said, “I can stand now.”

“Good, then let’s take a shower.”


When they were both clean, they went out into the garden and lay down on the white cushions and watched the sunrise in silence. They listened to sound of the water in the fountain and the noise of the birds and watched the soft pink light of dawn give way to blue. Then Gaara made love to Shikamaru, gently, beautifully, and held him as they both drifted back into sleep. They lay so still, a bird landed on cushion next to them for a moment, picking at one of the cushions. Gaara opened one eye and stared at it. It squawked and flew off. Shikamaru stirred a bit, and Gaara whispered, “It’s ok, baby, everything’s ok.” And truly, everything was.