D/s Naruto

Aida drew art for this chapter. You can see it at
http://community.livejournal.com/kakairu/1216866.html?view=12909922#t12909922.

Sorry the link wasn't there earlier--I didn't realize angle brackets mean something doesn't show up in the chapter. Ooops!

In the story, I have Iruka with Kakashi face down on the desk, but since they are in there for a long time (at least two rounds, this would be round two)! I sort of imagined a lot more straps, thinner, and running in a bunch of directions, but I really like what Aida drew. I think I'll have to put Kaka in four thick leather belts in a future chapter--so easy for Iruka to grab onto. But I'll probably have the belts strapping his arms to his chest, so he can't lift them, just cause that's more humiliating. It would also make it hard for Kaka to touch his dick--oh, my I just got a whole new chapter in mind . . .

Chapter 8 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

Iruka was worried about Naruto. It was what had stopped his outburst against Orochimaru. Sasori had come to greet him. Iruka was surprised and upset that Sasori didn’t know where either Itachi or Naruto was. Hidan, from behind the bar, laughed and guessed that Itachi was personally checking out the new dom. This had Iruka in almost a panic. He knew that Naruto’s pride would make him refuse to negotiate limits, refuse to use his safe words. Naruto was a responsible dom, but a foolish, stupid sub.

“Will you call Kisame, Sasori, please, and ask him where Naruto is, please?” asked Iruka, sliding down off his stool, no longer sounding like a dom. Kakashi had pushed his head into Iruka’s thigh, and Iruka was gripping his sub’s shoulder with a white-knuckled hand.

Sasori looked around. Iruka looked and sounded like he was going to panic. A panicked dom made all the subs panic. That way lay chaos. Sasori put his arm around Iruka and hugged him, careful not to touch Kakashi in any way. “Come this way, dear Iruka,” he said. “Come to the private office in the back. We will find your protégée. I’m sure he is having some fun right now.”

Talking in a low voice that was mesmerizing, Sasori led Iruka to the door to the kitchen and the little office that Itachi had earlier called Kisame from. Sasori’s voice could be enticing; Iruka followed him passively like a puppet on a string. In the tiny office, Sasori sat Iruka down. Iruka pulled his sub on his lap, holding him. Sasori’s face was impassive, but the sight worried him. The dom looked like a boy clinging to a teddy bear, not a dom comforting a sub. Sasori picked up the desk phone, put it on speaker, and called Kisame.

Kisame’s sex voice filled the room, startling Sasori, “Big Red, what can I do for you?”

Sasori shifted uncomfortably. Kisame’s normal voice was sexy enough, but when something on the monitors excited him, he got that voice that made dicks harden no matter what. There was an odd sound in the background, and then Kisame’s rich laughter came from the speaker and filled the room.

“Kisame, please, this is Iruka,” said the nearly frantic dom, “Is Naruto ok? Is Itachi whipping him?”

Kisame laughed harder.

“Kisame!” begged Iruka.

Kisame kept laughing.

“Kisame!” snapped Sasori, “I’m going to have to tell Itachi about this! Iruka’s a good customer, and he’s VERY worried.”

The laughter stopped abruptly, and they heard Itachi’s voice quietly and angrily saying, “-erfucker!” The level of his voice was pitched not to be heard over Kisame's laughter, as if Itachi had been tried to hide his presence in the control room. Itachi never hid: he was The Dom after all and was happiest dominating a room, the center of everyone's attention.

“Itachi!?” said both Sasori and Iruka, confounded.

Itachi’s voice came over the speaker, saying, “Iruka, I gave Sasuke to Naruto as a sub. I can assure you, he’s having a very, very good time.” The way Itachi said the last thing was almost obscene, and Iruka stood up angrily, letting Kakashi fall to the floor.

“Itachi, stop watching him and Sasuke! I’m coming down there, and you are going to destroy that security tape! You put him in the unnumbered room, didn’t you, you sick fuck!”

Kisame laughed, then said, “Iruka” in a coaxing voice.

“Don’t use that pretty voice with me, Sharkman,” yelled Iruka. “I’ll rip this place apart to protect Naruto—“

“If you want the tape,” said Itachi coldly, “I’ll send the other one to a certain high school.”

Everyone fell silent at that. Then the sound of a crop hitting flesh and someone sobbing loudly and uncontrollably could be heard.

“That’s the sound feed—“ started Iruka when “Ahhhh! Ten, Master! Thank you, Master!” came over the speakerphone in what was clearly not Naruto’s voice. Sasori and Iruka stared at each other shocked. Was THAT Sasuke?

Then the sobs lessened, and a voice that was much more like Sasuke’s, only bizarrely passionate and desperate—said “Please, no, Master! No gag! Please! I can stop crying so loudly, Master! Please!”

Then Naruto’s voice came over the speaker, confirming it had to be Sasuke crying and begging. Naruto was saying, “No, gag, just hold this for me, Creamcake, shhh, listen to me, pretty, shhh. This is another safe word, little slut. When you need me to stop immediately, just in case you can’t get the words out, you ring the ball. Now ring the ball to show me you understand, my slut.” The sound of the bell could be heard along with a rhythmic slapping of flesh that seemed to be coming from the control room. “Good boy! Now, hold it still now,” said Naruto. Itachi’s low hiss came out of the speaker into the little office, drowning out the sounds of Sasuke and Naruto.

Sasori stood up, horrified, not at Sasuke and Naruto, but at the sound of sex between Itachi and Kisame. He didn’t want to know anything about that—otherwise, he didn’t think he could stay on good terms with either of them. Itachi having sex with someone not into the scene—the notion seemed sacrilegious, obscene. “I’m leaving,” said Sasori loudly. “I have heard nothing, I know nothing, I will say nothing. Lock the door behind me, Iruka.”

Iruka did. Then he ripped the tape off Kakashi’s face and pulled him up for a kiss. Listening to Naruto punish Sasuke, to Kisame and Itachi fucking, Iruka jerked down Kakashi’s blue leather pants and bent him over the desk next to the phone. He dumped lube right on his cock, quickly spread it, then pushed into Kakashi.

When it became clear that Naruto was providing responsible aftercare for Sasuke after fifteen strokes, Iruka stilled, his cock still hard, still deep in Kakashi’s ass. He was embarrassed, humiliated. He had criticized Itachi for exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t a good person.

“Master, the mirror, master. Can you fuck me so I can watch in the mirror, Master?” begged Sasuke.

Three people moaned loudly as Naruto laughed.

The sounds of fucking could be heard from both speakerphones for a long time after that.