D/s Naruto

Additional warning for this chapter: violence, mention of past child abuse, rape.
Thanks to Paa for catching my salvia/saliva mistake--I ended up having to fix four chapters!


Chapter 72 (Sunday 18 June 2007, morning)

Neji’s personal assistant, Kouji, was feeling like he was being punked. He kept wondering if Mr. Hyuuga, Senior, had installed some new security cameras. First of all, Neji had arrived five minutes early for work on a Monday morning. Secondly, although Neji was clearly injured, explaining he’d slipped in his hot tub and bruised his coccyx, he was not only working diligently, but with a smile. Thirdly, Neji was not only smiling, but being downright nice—saying thank-you and following Kouji’s timid suggestions and praising him for them. And fourthly, though it wasn’t nearly as startling as the other three things, his appearance was just a bit better than normal.

Kouji recognized the suit, the tie, and shirt he was wearing, but Neji had never worn the three of them together—usually with that dark grey suit he wore a white shirt and a navy or a red tie. Today he had on a navy shirt and a patterned silk tie in navy, grey, and black that Neji had always worn with his black suit. The new combination was striking, elegant, and flattering. His hair was pulled back in French braid instead of his usual ponytail, a minor difference that just made him look that little bit more polished and formal. At lunch, he voiced his worries to his best friends Hibari and Futaba, also personal assistants, who were equally astounded as they typically spent lunch on Mondays listening to Kouji complain about how late and bad-tempered Mr. Neji was today. Futuba suggested that maybe Neji had gotten a dog, which made Hibari and Kouji grin, for they knew that to sweet Futuba, her beloved dog Gonta was the most precious thing in the world.

Neji’s mystifying behavior continued after lunch, and Kouji got a call from Hibari informing him that she had discovered that Neji had been dropped off this morning by an incredibly good-looking guy driving his Prowler and they’d shared a kiss that clearly suggested Neji was not suffering from a bruised coccyx. Kouji choked and pushed back his chair so abruptly, it tipped over. Neji came rushing over to help him, making Kouji even more flustered. For the rest of the afternoon, Kouji found himself blushing and stammering around Neji. He’d heard that Neji was gay, of course, but it hadn’t really sunk in until today. Every time he saw Neji moving gingerly or wincing a bit, all Kouji could do was think of Neji with a penis inside his ass. He knew gay men had anal sex, but my god, why? Neji was seriously having trouble moving and sitting. But, he was also happier than he’d ever seen him. Good god, had all he really needed was a good fucking? And what kind of guy fucked Hyuuga Neji? The guy was an asshole--oh, god, no don’t think about assholes, thought Kouji, blushing bright red.

Thus it was on Monday afternoon, Kouji was pretending to work, but really just thinking about Neji. How much fucking had he done to be that sore? Would he be like this for the rest of his life? Why had he never been like this before? And he’d let this guy drive him to work and kissed him in front of Stan, the doorman. Thinking of Stan, Kouji smiled. Stan was one of the quietest, most discrete people Kouji knew. Either the kiss had really thrown Stan or Hibari had pulled out all the stops to get this story from him. Well, it didn’t really matter because it looked like Hibari hadn’t been able to keep her mouth shut. All afternoon, people found some reason to drop in on Neji—silly things, things that normally Neji would yell at them for bothering him with. But bizarrely, Neji was just smiling and dealing with everybody and everything like he was trying to win a “Mr. Nice Guy” award. So far, no one had dared to bring up the mysterious boyfriend, no lover was the better word, who was driving his beloved Prowler around. Kouji grinned—for all that Neji was being nice today, no one had forgotten how he could be when angry. There were at least four people Kouji could name that had lost jobs or job rank due to Neji.


Neji was enjoying his Monday at work. Everyone was being unusually nice to him today, and bizarrely, his assistant Kouji was sending him the sort of signals that suggested he had a bit of a crush on him, which was totally weird as normally Kouji always radiated a faint disapproval and seemed hopeless straight, and vanilla straight to boot. But today he was giving Neji those little side glances, blushing, and in the reflection in the window, Neji has seen him staring at his ass for the longest time. But having his assistant suddenly realize that Neji was one sexy guy only made the day even better. Neji had coped with the horrors of his childhood by putting on a hard, cold shell, by becoming as perfect as he could. And admiration made him feel secure. For Hiashi had always used something Neji did as a reason for making him take his big adult cock into his little child’s mouth or his tiny child’s ass. Neji’s jeans were torn at the knee, he’d gotten a B on the math test—oh, yes, all those little things had meant pain in the darkness of the night. So Neji had become immaculate in appearance, perfect in the classroom. Only at this job was he less than perfect, even a bit incompetent and a slacker. Hiashi couldn’t punish him now, so doing less than his best had been just a bit of revenge. But today, he didn’t bother to hide his abilities or to shirk work even though sitting was bothering him.

He was stiff and sore from Sai having fucked him five times last night, the second time with only saliva and cum for lube. After Sasuke and Naruto had gone, Sai had said he would fuck Neji exactly where he caught him, and he’d caught him behind the garage with no lube, no cream, no oil nearby. As they lay on the grass, he’d torn off Neji’s wet boxers, pushed his fingers into Neji’s mouth, and then fingered him roughly. At that point Neji had panicked and begun begging, but Sai stopped his mouth by shifting around to the 69 position. He’d brought Neji quickly to orgasm while he’d barely been able to do more that wet the first few inches of Sai’s huge cock. But between Neji’s saliva and cum, it had been enough for Sai to work himself completely into Neji. The other times had involved lube, but still, Sai was big and Neji wasn’t used to bottoming.

In between the sex, they’d talked about their pasts and their future. In a way the talk was the reason behind the sex—Sai had pried out some details about just what his Uncle Hiashi had done to him. It had been upsetting, of course, but Sai had worked Neji’s body with all the skill he had, making him forget his pain again and again until Neji slid into a sleep so deep that he couldn’t dream. And maybe because Sai’s cock was so big—or maybe because no one, no one but Sai and Hiashi had ever fucked him—the sex had terrifyingly given him flashbacks to that childhood abuse but then amazingly made the memories vanish under pleasure beyond anything that dominating had ever given him.

But in between the third and fifth times, since the past had been ruled out as a good topic, they had talked about the future. Neither had been happy with the way the other had earned a living. Sai didn’t want Neji anywhere near his uncle. But Neji had argued to keep his job, and as a result, his pride had him being dropped off by Sai promptly on time. He was too ashamed to admit that he usually was late to work, and now, he was a little worried about keeping his job. If Sai and his uncle met, it wouldn’t be pretty. And Neji found himself wanting more money than normal—he’d already spent a good bit of his savings on Sai’s collar and his painting supplies. Sai wanted to earn some money, but frankly what would probably earn him the most money was making gay films—and that had gotten Neji so upset last night that Sai had dropped the whole topic—for now.

In the morning it had taken Neji a while to force Sai to accept his emergency stash of cash in the house—four hundred dollars—as pocket money, but he’d finally did it by pointing out that Sai needed to get Deidara’s leather pants dry cleaned and to buy groceries, and it would take a day or so to get a credit card in Sai’s name. By the time Sai drove Neji to work, they still hadn’t worked out their finances or exact relationship, but somehow it didn’t seem like it would be a problem. And despite the little tiff over the spending money, this morning had been amazing. God, Neji thought as he looked out his window at work, I wonder if every morning is going to be like that. Lord, if so, I am a lucky, lucky man.

He’d been woken up by Sai sucking him to orgasm. Then as he lay in bed recovering, he’d been brought coffee, the paper, and a breakfast that was another culinary masterpiece. Sai hadn’t eaten, but instead had selected Neji’s clothes and carefully steamed and ironed various bits of them although they had all looked fine to Neji, and he was not some one to be casual about his clothing. Sai had brushed and buffed the shoes, murmuring something about cleaning all of them. He’d carried Neji to the shower, washing his hair in a way that Neji had never experienced, with such sensuality and care that if he hadn’t been so sore and determined to get to work on time for the sake of his pride, Neji would have lingered for shower sex. And the way he’d washed Neji’s body—he’d caressed and massaged and then licked for good measure. Neji had refused an enema, another blowjob, and a rim job, but there would be other mornings, other showers.

After the shower, his hair had been combed out, more painlessly than he or any hairdresser had ever done it, dried, and styled. The French braid had been Sai’s idea, and Neji was too lost in the pampering to care what the hell Sai did with it. His hair was one thing he was a little obsessive about, for one of the very few memories he had of his mother was her brushing his hair and telling him it was beautiful, so beautiful, and he should never, ever cut it. Then his clothing had been put on, and his shoe tops carefully licked clean by Sai’s tongue once he’d been dressed although they were already spotless. The licking of the shoes had been more torturous for him than Sai as standing there dressed in his suit and tie watching Sai’s scarred, naked, and aroused body lick his shoes, it had taken all his self-control not to order him to put his mouth around Neji’s cock or to have him stand bent over for him to fuck.

But he’d resisted, and Sai had driven him to work and distracted him with asking what he wanted for dinner, when and where it should be, if he should answer the phone and open the mail, and other little questions, with the result that Neji hadn’t cared about the slow pace of morning traffic, which normally frustrated him. By the time they’d arrived at work, Sai had managed to tease out a little list of chores for the day from Neji in addition to the dry cleaning and food shopping, simple things like changing the sheets and painting the seat of the swing. But surprisingly soon he’d arrived at work, and Sai had leaped out opening the door, handing him his laptop case and briefcase. And then, oh god, Neji could feel his face coloring a little as he remembered how, his hands full and unable to resist, Sai had pulled him against his body, rubbing that big cock of his against Neji’s own, his hands squeezing Neji’s ass, and his kiss—oh, god, that kiss. Christ, he was getting hard remembering it.

At lunch, he’d stayed in his office, locked the door, and called Sai and masturbated. He ordered Sai to lube and plug his ass before coming over to pick him up. Sai had been, of course, forbidden to masturbate unless he was domming or ordered to by Neji. They hadn’t yet worked out the switching, nor even gotten around to talking about things like safe words or contracts, but it didn’t matter. Sai was his, and he was Sai’s. Sai was due a punishment for suggesting that Neji should be the one lubing himself up, plugging his ass with the plug that Sai had put in his briefcase. But that had been the comment that had made Neji come violently—into a condom.

Smuggling that condom into the bathroom down the hall to flush it down the toilet was both embarrassing and erotic. He’d put it in one of the paper coffee cups and added some coffee to cover the smell, carefully fitting on the plastic lid. If his coworkers thought it was weird he was using the paper cups not his $175 a piece Versace coffee cups, fortunately they’d kept that to themselves. He come back and looked at the buttplug in his briefcase—a small vibrating one with a remote control that was clearly in Sai’s keeping—and that had made him have to put on another condom and get off again. He wasn’t sure if he would put the little plug in before Sai came to pick him up or not, but god, one thing he’d learned today was that he needed to work and get himself promoted to an office with a bathroom. Motivated, he spent the rest of lunch putting in some serious work.

But now in early afternoon, he’d been interrupted so many times and Kouji was acting so infatuated that he’d gotten almost nothing done in the last forty minutes. So that was why Neji was just standing, staring out the window, lost in thinking about Sai, wondering what he was doing. Sai had told him he was going to paint the swing seat and wash the Prowler after lunch, and thinking of Sai in just shorts with a butt plug in his ass washing the car was making his dick throb.


Sai didn’t have a plug in his ass, nor was he washing the car. At about one o’clock, he’d finished painting the swing and had just started hosing the car down when a black Mercedes had abruptly slammed on the brakes in front of the house. An older man in a business suit who looked eerily like Neji had gotten out and stormed up to the front door. It was the uncle, and Sai’s rage filled him. Without even knocking on the door, the pedophile had jerked open the door and walked in. Sai’s mouth curved into a smile. Breaking and entering meant he could claim justifiable self-defense, for how was he to know this was Neji’s uncle and the house’s real owner—but, he doubted it would go to the police or court. What he was going to do would probably be something Hiashi would keep very, very secret.

Sai turned off the hose, secured the Prowler’s various alarms, moved to the side of the house and disabled the phones with a speed that was more frightening because it wasn’t hasty or rushed. He glided into the house and moved up the stairs soundlessly, pleased that Hiashi had gone to Neji’s bedroom, presumably to yell at him for not being at work. When Sai reached the bedroom door, Hiashi was just trying to leave.

“Where is the lazy asshole?” demanded Hiashi.

Sai kicked him in the balls hard. Hiashi went down, and Sai removed his cellphone, crossed to the French doors that opened onto to the cute little balcony overlooking the backyard and threw the phone down into the pool.

“You fucking bastard, I’ll have you killed for this! You’re nothing but Neji’s latest boytoy, his little slaveboy—well, your Master is nothing but my bitch, and you’re nothing but—“

Hiashi’s comments stopped when Sai walked over and broke his arm, casually, smiling. He didn’t scream, most likely, Sai thought, because he had gone into shock. Screams, shock, he didn’t care.

“I’m Neji’s slave,” said Sai coldly, “and you better pray he doesn’t get tired of me because the only reason I’m going to let you live today is that he ordered me to. If he changes his mind or tosses me out, you are dead. Fortunately, my Master forgot to say I couldn’t torture you, so we are going to play a little game today. Maybe we’ll play it a lot in the future. I’m going to be Uncle Hiashi, and you are going to be Nephew Neji. Look at you, nephew,” sneered Sai, “your hair is a mess. You have to look perfect, boy! You are a Hyuuga. Now, nephew, you understand, you must live up to the family name. You must look perfect all the time. The only way, you learn, Neji, is by punishment. One day you’ll thank me for this, boy.”

“No, no, please, no,” begged Hiashi, finally understanding what was going to happen to him.

“Strip now, Neji, or you’ll get the belt first,” ordered Sai.

But Hiashi’s broken arm made him unable to strip fast enough or to put his clothes neatly on the chair—but it wouldn’t have mattered even if he could have. Sai was going to beat him and rape him, and then maybe do it all over again. He looked at the clock—he had to pick Neji up at 5. He’d have to clean up the bedroom, himself, fix the phone service, get this rapist piece of shit’s phone out of the pool, do some dinner prep, and take the Prowler to a carwash—but that left him at least two hours, maybe a little more if he pushed it. He could claim that he hadn’t expected the rush hour traffic. He was going to take his time. If Hiashi screamed a lot, so much the better—he was looking forward to stuffing his shorts in his mouth just as this incestuous scumbag had shoved his underwear into little Neji’s mouth and throat. Ok, so Hiashi had never broken Neji’s arm or abused him when he was sick with some illness, but that was karma for you. They say payback is a bitch, but this time payback meant you were the bitch.

And the last thing Hiashi heard before the belt descended on him and his hell began was Sai whispering in a singsong voice that would haunt him for the rest of his life: “Ever mind the Rule of Three, Three times what thou givest returns to thee. This lesson well, thou must learn, Thee only gets what thou dost earn!”