D/s Naruto

Additional warning for this chapter: brief cock torture

Chapter 70 (Sunday 18 June 2007, late morning)

The first game of pool volleyball was won decisively by Shino and Kankurou. Shikamaru clung to the side of the pool in the shadow of the house, barely moving from the shade and acting more like an observer than a participant. Gaara played in front of him, annihilating the balls that came close to his position, but not straining for anything. Kankurou, in contrast, moved quickly and directed Shino. His muscled and tattooed body responded to Kankurou perfectly, moving exactly where Kankurou wanted except for the two times he was distracted—once by a dead beetle, which he carefully removed from the water, and another time by a bee that landed on the water and floundered until Shino rescued it. Shikamaru noted that Kankurou only smiled at Shino’s two distractions, rightly guessing that Gaara’s brother was proud that his temporary sub held a professorship in entomology.

After the first game, Shika insisted on applying more sunscreen to Gaara, and Shino did the same to Kankurou although both Gaara and Shika doubted that either Kankurou or Shino had put any on in the first place. While smoothing more sun-protecting cream into Gaara’s pale skin, Shikamaru whispered strategy to him. The second game was tied and won when during a crucial volley, Gaara threatened to fill Shikamaru’s ass with ice cream again, causing Kankurou to completely miss the ball and curse his brother. Shino suddenly had to dive to the bottom of the pool to keep from laughing at this.

Kankurou’s cursing, however, soon died away as he knew that sort of thing had never bothered Gaara. And talk of ice cream made Kankurou realize he was hungry. Shino and Shikamaru went in to make lunch alone, Kankurou having learned from yesterday that he couldn’t seem to be in his kitchen with Shino and not want to fuck him. When the two subs returned with some sandwiches, chips, and drinks, they found the Suna brothers grappling on the sand. Shino seemed a little shocked, and Shikamaru pointed out that the judo match had reach the ground stage and that Kankurou was in the guard position on the bottom, with his legs wrapped around Gaara who was in a mounted position and applying an armlock.

“It still looks a little like incest,” said Shino, which flustered Kankurou and made his grip loosen. Gaara shifted and pinned him with what Shikamaru mystifyingly told Shino was a horizontal four-quarter hold or tate-shiho-gatame. Kankurou quickly surrendered, rather than trying for an escape, not wanting to disgust Shino.

Lunch was a quiet affair, each brother and his sub under a different sun umbrella, hand feeding their sub and conversing with them in whispers, and completely ignoring the other. Gaara, who for the first time in his life was completely naked in front of three people, breathed an internal sigh of relief when Shino started sucking off Kankurou. He finally nodded permission to Shika who had been pleading for the same thing. The grateful brunette decided to send Shino a thank-you email the next time he was online, happy at last to take Gaara’s cock into his mouth and to rub his own aching arousal against his leg. He hadn’t understood why Gaara had resisted for so long when his cock was clearly dripping with the need to come, for despite Shikamaru’s intelligence, he hadn’t grasped that when Gaara said he was a virgin, he’d meant a virgin in both anal and oral sex. As Shikamaru sucked on Gaara and shamelessly humped his leg, he was amazed to see how red Gaara was getting. Gaara’s eyes shut, and he began to make little cries. His face was so red, his tattoo seemed to vanish, and he squirmed and panted, driving Shikamaru over the edge insanely fast. He came on Gaara’s leg even as he kept sucking, one hand on the base of Gaara’s cock, the other playing with his balls. When Gaara felt the wetness of Shika’s spunk hit his leg, he jerked and shuddered and began to come as well with a loud cry.

Shika swallowed, too fascinated by the sight of Gaara’s flushed skin to even think about pulling back and letting the cum spray all over him, his favorite way to end a blow job. He held Gaara’s cock in his mouth as it grew soft, mesmerized by the way Gaara’s skin was slowly fading from red to rose to pink.

“Lick it up,” ordered Gaara when his skin was almost back to normal, although his nipples and lips were still puffy and dark with blood. “Get every drop off my leg, now,” added Gaara when Shika didn’t move. But with a blink of his brown eyes, Shikamaru’s mouth at last released Gaara’s now soft penis and moved down to his leg. Still breathing heavily, Gaara watched Shika lick his leg clean. Kankurou cried out as he finally came in Shino’s mouth, but Gaara didn’t hear it, and his eyes never moved from the sight of Shikamaru’s pink tongue licking at his leg. When Shikamaru finished, he looked up at Gaara and got lost in his eyes—those strange, amazing eyes of green that made him think of beautiful things—precious jade, priceless emeralds, exotic seas. The two stared at each other, one sitting and one kneeling, and to Kankurou’s and Shino’s eyes, it was clear they were both completely happy, completely in love.

The sight of them shocked Shino, reminding him of Kiba and Akamaru, making him feel suddenly sad, lonely, and vulnerable. The love, the unity between them was painful to look at, and he rose to his feet and dived in the pool, swimming furiously back and forth trying to force out the memory of that image with furious exercise. Kankurou also stood, his eyes darting between Shino, and his brother with his slave. He’d never seen that look on Gaara’s face before, and he was stunned at the depth of emotion he could see there. It made Kankurou feel a little embarrassed for thinking that Gaara was incapable of loving anyone deeply. Blushing a little, the older Suna looked away, for staring at Gaara and Shikamaru so lost in each other felt wrong, intrusive. Public sex was common in the D/s world, but this sort of intimacy that seemed to shimmer between his brother and his pretty coffee-colored slave was something rare and extraordinary. Kankurou turned his back on the two, feeling unsettled, but unlike Shino, unable to explain why. He stared at Shino’s swimming, his muscles working, his tattoos looking like they were moving again, and let himself admire the sight, also trying to forget that glimpse of an intimacy he himself had never experienced.

Gaara’s cellphone ringing startled the three of them out of the pool and able to hear it. Both Kankurou and Shikamaru listened as Gaara answered the phone, but as all he said was “Hi,” “no,” and “yes” before hanging up, neither had a clue as to the nature of the call. It was Naruto, suggesting Gaara bring his slave in tomorrow at 11 for Naruto to look at the nipple ring and discuss the designs for the pendants as well as the piercings. Images of Shikamaru pierced, collared with the gold chain and doubloon he’d bought, and wearing his symbol on his ears, nipples, belly, and taint floated in Gaara’s head, and those distracting inner visions combined with the after effects of his first public orgasm, made him almost useless in the next game of pool volleyball.

When Gaara and Shikamaru got out of the pool to go in the house to dress, Kankurou kindly suggested they use the guest room, not the bathroom. It took them a good forty minutes. But there was no awkwardness when they finally emerged from the guest room to say their good-byes, as there was a little robot there in the hallway. The robot was holding a card saying, “Thanks! See you Sunday, K.” As they walked down the hallway, the sounds of a paddle and sobs could be heard. Shikamaru’s cock immediately went hard again. On the way home, he pressed his erection into Gaara’s ass, clinging tightly.

Once in the door, he immediately began to undress. But no sooner had he got his coat off than Gaara pounced, slapping Shikamaru. It was a hard slap, but nowhere near as hard as Gaara could have made it. “You slut! Your slutty little ass lost us that last game. I’m going to have to teach that ass of yours a lesson.” He tore off Shika’s clothes, his words cruel and cutting, but when he used Shika’s torn pants to fasten his hands behind his back, he pushed a bell ball in his hand as well.

“If I’m a slut, you’re one too,” cried Shika, getting into the scene, “You flaunted your nakedness in front of me, flashing that erection, shaking your ass, just begging for me to look at it.”

Gaara forced a ball gag into Shikamaru’s mouth, snarling, “You’ll be the one begging, if I ever let you talk again, ass slut!” He dumped everything off one of the wooden benches, and pressed Shikamaru down on it and began fastening him tight to it with a rough, scratchy rope. He took his time, taunting and threatening Shika, whose arousal was spiking with each new cruelty. By the time he’d tied the last knot, the brunette was immobile, unable to move his chest, ass, arms, or thighs. He cock was pressed down, pointing to the floor. The bell ball was still held tightly in his right hand.

He waited for the first blow to fall, but instead Gaara undressed slowly and went into the kitchen. When he returned, Shikamaru’s eyes widened at the sight of him with a bowl full of ice cubes. He panicked and struggled, but the rope held him tight from knees to shoulders, able to do little but flex and tense with the bulk of his body. His head, along with his lower legs and feet, however, thrashed and shook and moved wildly, as if to make up for the immobility of the rest of him.

“Yea, I’m going to cool down that little fuckhole of yours, slut. If you cum from this, that will prove you’re a hopeless whore.” And then he pushed in the first piece of ice. For just a second it felt fine to Shikamaru, and then the pain sent him into spasms. His helpless position, his vulnerability, the intimacy of the pain—a pain inside his very body, the place that usually brought him so much pleasure—was so arousing that it was hardly pain, it was pleasure. But then the second cube followed, then the third. By the fourth he was crying uncontrollably, and by the fifth, his lower legs were trying to push Gaara away. Yet, he was still hard, still aroused, although the torturous feeling had intensified. He rolled his head back to plead with his eyes, exciting his captor more, who was perhaps even more aroused than the captive.

After he thrust in the sixth cube, Gaara leaned over and said in Shika’s ear, “You’re still hard, slut. Maybe I’ll have to put a lash on that cock of yours to cool you off. Surely even such a big slut as you won’t be excited by that.” He stood up got a riding crop and put the loop around Shika’s cock and tugged a bit. Shika’s heels flew up, and he shot out two ice cubes. Gaara dropped the crop, found a buttplug, and forced in four more cubes in a row before sliding in the plug. He pulled out his cock and stroked it, watching his slave struggle and cry, listening to the sounds he made around the ball gag. And then, when he could feel his orgasm close, he picked up the crop and struck Shikamaru across one thigh, then the other, and then finally between them on his cock, much more lightly. But the crop still raised a red welt on Shika’s cock, and the sight of it and Shika’s wild response made him come wildly all over his back, his own cock untouched. That even a blow on his cock didn’t take away his slave’s erection or make him send the bell ball flying, amazed and overwhelmed Gaara while the act of torturing his slave’s most sensitive organ was the most erotic thing he’d experienced in his life. He felt down to his knees and slumped over on the floor, panting, amazement gradually replacing arousal and love overwhelming lust.

He had to reward Shikamaru, make him cum, and give him back some of the pleasure. He pulled out the plug, smeared one hand in his cum, and carefully began to work Shika’s cock. Then he lowered his mouth to Shika’s ass, licking and thrusting his tongue in and out of that anus until the trembling of Shika increased. Sensing his captive growing closer to an orgasm, Gaara raised his head, thrust in fingers to find Shika’s prostate, and cried out, “Whore! My bad little whore! Cum for me my whore!” His hand on Shika’s cock was now stroking fast and hard, ignoring the welt, and at last, Gaara’s efforts pulled Shika over the edge. His cum hung down from the tip of his cock, heavy splotches hitting the floor. The bell ball flew out of Shika’s hands, and Gaara let go of his cock and pulled his hand out of his ass. Immediately small, half-melted ice cubes began popping out of Shika’s wildly contracting anus. But Gaara was already pulling off the ball gag and untying the ropes.

“Master! An accident! Couldn’t hold on! I’m sorry!” grasped out Shika.

“Oh, Shikamaru, Shikamaru, my amazing love,” said Gaara moved almost to tears and certainly to the point of uttering romantic words that had never before even passed through his mind.

“Master, please, I want you to cum, too. Please, take your pleasure from me! Don’t stop!”

“Silly little slut! I already came all over you. Didn’t you feel it?” demanded Gaara, recovering a bit.

“You did?”

“That’s it! You’re confined to bed for 24 hours. If you need to go to the bathroom, you’ll be carried there. Your feet don’t touch the floor, understand?” said Gaara as he finally had the last rope undone and could pull Shikamaru into his arms.

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m going to come on you and in everyone of your holes, Slave, and you better be able to tell that I’m coming, or I’ll have to have a doctor come examine you.”

Shikamaru started crying again. Gaara carried him into the bedroom and sat the bed, holding him in his arms, caressing, kissing, and growing increasingly frightened when Shika’s tears wouldn’t stop. He began to plead in a most un-Gaara-like way, “Shikamaru, don’t cry. Oh, baby, please, stop. Talk to me, Shikamaru, talk to me. Do you hurt? What can I do?”

But the brunette in his arms still sobbed although he shook his head no, indicating he wasn’t hurt. Gaara took him in the bathroom, giving him tissues, water, and then, panicking a bit, having him swallow a Demerol. Then he held him in a warm shower, his fears giving him the strength to hold his lover who weighed just a little less than himself for so long. After ten minutes in the shower, Shikamaru asked for the toilet. He let Gaara help him and then place him in the tub and clean him carefully, washing everything, even brushing his teeth. When Gaara was kneeling behind the tub, carefully combing out Shika’s hair, Shikamaru said tearfully, “I don’t have my cuffs on.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll put them on later,” said Gaara, still feeling unnerved. “You want anything?”

Shikamaru started to cry again, but silently, the tears just running down his face. Gaara just dropped the comb, picking him up and went back to the bedroom. He pulled down the sheet and blanket, lay down with Shika, and pulled the covers back up. “You’re safe, Shikamaru, safe here in our bed. I love you, baby, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, don’t be sorry, Gaara, I—it’s—I, oh, god, I love you,” said Shikamaru, “It’s just I love you so much that I think I love you too much. I’m too happy. It’s too soon, too big. I didn’t predict this. I’m helpless, so helpless because I love you, and I’m afraid I’ll let you hurt me too much because I love you so much. I’m afraid you’ll leave me for someone else whose better at sex or who can take more pain or whose looks you like better. And I’m not blonde.”

Reassured and mystified at the same time, Gaara just said, “I only want you. I don’t want a blonde; I don’t want anybody but you. You’re the only one I love, my Shikamaru. You’re my treasure. I won’t hurt you more than you can take, and I’ll always stop when you say the word or ring the bell.” Gaara stared into Shikamaru’s face and saw Shika’s lower lip tremble a bit, and more words spilled out his mouth, “Oh, Shikamaru, I should have waited till we went over our contract before I did something like that to you. No more scenes, no more sex till we go over our contract together. I can’t bear this.”

“No! No! I need you! I need your sex! It was just too real—I am a slut. I never thought I’d be so aroused by having my cock hit with a riding crop. I’m pathetic.” Shikamaru pressed his face into Gaara’s chest and said in a mumbled voice, “I want you to do it again.”

Gaara’s cock stiffened, and he smiled, hugging Shikamaru tight to him. “No, no, you’re not pathetic, you’re perfect, so perfect,” he insisted. “I can’t help but want you again and again. If either of us is pathetic, it’s me. Feel me--I’m so hard wanting you, and I’ve already fucked you so many times it’s insane.” He moaned as Shikamaru’s hand verified his erection, adding, “But baby, please, next time just say your words or ring your bell when you’re scared; I’ll always stop for you. I swear I’ll love you even if a splinter makes you cry.”

And finally, finally, Shikamaru looked up and smiled. Then he whispered, “Fuck me again, Gaara. When your cock is in me, I feel like everything is alright.”

Gaara groaned and shuddered. He kissed Shikamaru; his feelings too intense for him to talk anymore. He had just used more words than he normally said in a whole day in only a few minutes, and now it was time for actions. The blanket and sheet were tossed off, and a tube of lube found. But when he reached down with lube-coated fingers and saw that red mark on Shika’s cock from his crop, Gaara’s body jerked and he cried out and would have come if Shikamaru’s hand hadn’t squeezed the base of his cock hard.

“No, no, I need you to come in me,” he insisted which made Gaara shudder again. He managed to slide into Shikamaru, but he had only thrust in a few times before Shikamaru reached down and fingered the welt on his cock and started to come, triggering Gaara’s own orgasm. “Shikamaru! I love you!” he gasped out as he spilled his seed inside him.

Later, as Gaara lay on his back holding a sleeping Shikamaru, his softened cock still partially inside him, he kept seeing how Shikamaru had looked when he cried out “I love you!” He had heard Shikamaru say those words to him, but none of his words had convinced Gaara he was loved like that one look. He was loved—loved in a way that went beyond Master and slave, beyond sex. Or maybe he had just never realized that love was something that involved more than power, desire, pleasure, pain, or need. It was more than all that—bigger, deeper--or maybe, in one sense it was less—something more simple, more pure, more fundamental. It was like a piece of Gaara had been missing, crippling him and hurting him and making him ache, but since he’d never been whole, he’d not understood he was broken. These days with Shikamaru had been healing him, filling in that missing piece, and now, with that one look, he was complete, whole, transformed.

Smiling, he drifted into sleep, seeing that face of Shikamaru’s looking up at him. They say love changes a person. Sound asleep and dreaming at four in the afternoon—Gaara Suna was, indeed, a changed man. He’d have said so himself if he’d been awake.