D/s Naruto

Chapter 87

(Monday 18 June 2007, early evening)

The little shower in the Hyuuga CEO’s office was two small for both Neji and Sai, so they took turns, each watching the other as he showered. Instead of going out to eat, they ended up going to a grocery store. Usually, Neji hated food shopping. He made his subs shop for him, and Hinata would often stop by or call when she was going out to ask if he needed something. Neji initially wanted to go out to eat, but when Sai said he wanted to cook again, he was happy to agree. They stopped at “home,” the very word excitingly new to both of them, to get a new shirt for Sai and let Neji get out of his suit. Together they’d looked through the kitchen and talked recipes before going out to the store. The conversation was so very mundane, yet the whole experience was exotic and erotic to Neji—mostly because Sai had made him take that plug out of his briefcase and put it inside his ass (with a fair bit of medicated lube that dulled the pain from that rough fucking on the conference table).

Shopping for food for dinner had never been so fun for Neji. Of course, the vibrating butt plug that Sai would periodically turn on had a lot to do with it, but the simple act of being out in public together had a thrill to it that Neji usually associated with an extreme scene at Uchiha’s. It was so odd to be food shopping with someone else, and absolutely the first time he’d ever been in the role of a submissive doing it. It was more frightening being here, clothed and plugged, than being naked in the dining room at the club. Not that he had been naked in the club dining room—yet. For that was what a submissive would do, and he was just a sub, no a slave boy, Sai’s boy, suffering with arousal, with his master’s plug in him. And Master demanded him to fetch the cilantro, fetch the bananas, to pick out the cucumber that he would fuck his ass with. He had to bend over and get that jar of olives from the bottom shelf, feeling Master’s hand on his ass, even though there was that older woman over there by the pasta sauce. And when he got the popsicles out of the freezer, Master’s fingers pinched his nipple hard, demanding he tell what sweets he liked and didn’t like.

Waiting in the checkout line usually was so demeaning, but somehow doing it as a plugged sub wasn’t. He was conscious of Master’s eyes on him, taking pleasure in the sight of him. Oh, and their hands would touch occasionally as they moved each item from basket to the check stand. In the cramped space between the two registers, those hands, those pale white hands that had killed, that had snapped arm bones, rubbed over his buttcheeks, making him forget about anyone else but Sai. Tonight those hands were going to touch him, torment him, pleasure him. Neji couldn’t have said if the checker was male or female, black, brown, or white. All he knew was his ass was clenching and fluttering around the plug inside him, and oh, he could feel how he had been fucked regularly this weekend and hard this afternoon, but each time one of Sai’s hands brushed over his ass, he wanted it filled again with that huge cock.

Neji was a little shocked that he didn’t even care that it might hurt him, given how sore he had been today. Sai had broken Hiashi’s arm for him, for that hell he’d endured—and even if Sai fucked him till he bled, it was nothing, nothing to that awfulness of his childhood. No even though his walk was a little off still, his penis was shamefully hard, and his ass still craved cock, and he longed, longed to be home, to be stripped, to be used. And Sai, whom he could see from the corner of his eyes, oh, he looked so cool, so aloof, so beautiful, amazingly beautiful—and he wanted no one but Neji, had lost his control for no one but him . . . oh, those eyes, those black eyes . . .

They loaded the car together, but once more the vibrations in his ass started again—and didn’t stop. It made Neji breathe oddly and struggle with the bags of groceries. Finally, getting in the car made Neji shiver with excitement. The ride back to the house was made in silence save for an occasional moan, and Sai’s order to keep his hands away from his cock. He wanted to adjust himself, needed to, but he endured, endured despite the desperate need that the vibrating in his ass was making him feel.

And then they were home, yes, home, and Sai ordered Neji to check the paint on the swing and play on it if it was dry. It was, and he found himself swinging in his front yard as Sai unloaded the car, reminding him he didn’t have permission to touch himself or come. God! The swing, the swing where Hinata had seen him being fucked. Oh, god, that fucking—the way it had felt to have Sai inside him as they flew up and back and oh, that rush down . . . Neji moaned as the vibrator seemed to jam itself deeper each time the swing flew back, and then his cock seemed squeezed tighter as he raced down. Oh, god, oh, god, too much sensation, too much! He had to hold on, had to endure . . .

“Sai! Please! Please!” he begged as that beautiful, pale body walked past him. But that only got him, “Three strokes” as a reply! He had tears running down his face by the time Sai ordered him to jump off—but then he was taken inside—and the door shut, his body positioned against it, and at last the vibrator out. But that huge cock was taking him again, and, yes, it hurt, but it hurt good. It felt so good to have his cock free of his pants and to be taken, forced to take what he was ashamed to want so much. And the way his wrists were held in those white hands, those hands that could capture life on paper!

Held down by those hands, he was free. He only had to accept what he wanted, no, what he needed! He was free not to be a perfect Hyuuga; he could cry and sob, beg to come, beg for more, beg to be loved—he wasn’t quite sure what he was pleading for, just that he was needing, needing this, needing to feel so much that he couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but take that huge cock. He braced himself, holding himself so it was easier for Sai to fuck him, listening to Sai swearing his hole was his, only his, and Neji was going to take him, all of him, hard, and be happy about it. And he was . . . oh, god, he was happy!

The ring of the doorbell made his heart stop, but Sai cried out, “Come for me,” before the chimes even stopped. The embarrassment, the humiliation of knowing someone was hearing that order, knowing it was Neji being fucked, fucked against his own door—oh, god, it made him come so intensely, he couldn’t hold back a loud cry of pleasure. And Sai, Sai shouted, so they had to hear, had to know, “Take my babies, bitch!” Oh, god, could anything be more humiliating? Now they knew that Neji was being fucked bareback, too! But the humiliation mattered less than the feeling of hot spunk inside him flooding him, filling him, making him scream at the intensity of it, and shoot out another bit of cum.

His head was jerked back by his braided hair, and his eyes met those deep black ones looking at him so fiercely, so intently, seeing everything and knowing all his secrets—and Neji’s eyes rolled shut, and the scream turned into Sai’s name.

The bang of a fist on the door, and Anko’s loud, “Fuckheads! I’m using the key in two minutes!” made Neji cringe. But then Sai pulled out and said, “Run up and get pretty, five minutes,” and he pulled his pants up and fled up the stairs. He heard the door swing open as he was at the top of the stairs and not wanting to hear, not wanting to deal with Anko, he scurried into his bedroom.

He made it down in seven minutes, and Sai looked at him and said, “Five.” Neji’s ass clenched, anticipating feeling those five strokes later tonight before bed. That reminded him, he was supposed to be punishing Sai tonight! For what?

“Tell him please, Anko,” whispered Hinata, making Neji’s thoughts derail.

“You uncle asked for Hinata and I to go see him,” said Anko, her hands gesturing dramatically, “and he actually asked me to bring some bondage and discipline gear. If he thinks for one second, that I’m going to whip Hinata for his sick pleasure, he will regret it, broken arm or no!”

“Ahhhh,” said Sai. “No, that’s not what he wants.”

“Oh, good,” breathed Hinata.

“And what do you think he wants? Why do you know? And who the fuck are you?” demanded Anko.

“I’m Sai as I’m sure you know. I’m also Neji’s fiancé, slave, and Master. And I know that Hiashi has a new sub who he might try to pass off as a mere employee. Given his broken arm, I think he wants you to whip his new boy—and given that Neji was going to dom that very boy before he had to deal with his last sub’s violent and mentally unstable new Master--”

Here Sai broke off as Anko sharply snapped her fingers in front of Hinata, who was swaying a bit. She abruptly straightened, not daring to faint when her Mistress didn’t want it. Neji started laughing. He couldn’t help it, and soon Anko was laughing too, followed by Hinata. Sai watched them, and Neji suddenly stopped laughing and walked over to him. He looked so lonely there, and Neji just wanted to hold him. His arms went around Sai’s slender body, and he said, “Oh, Sai, thank you.” He couldn’t speak anymore, not without crying or saying something much too private, so he just pushed his face into Sai’s shoulder. He could feel Sai’s new piercing through his thin t-shirt, and see the collar of his own hair around his neck. His!

It didn’t take long for the two women to leave, although to Neji, it seemed much too long. His clothes certainly came off faster than it had taken for the farewells, and he found that setting the table in nothing but an apron was a lot more fun than he would have predicted, given how it hadn’t seemed to do anything for Shikamaru. It made dinner late, however, since Sai had to sketch him like that. By the time he put down his pencil, satisfied, Neji was half way to another erection—something he’d not thought possible after all the sex he’d had in the last few hours.

But Sai merely returned to cooking, and somehow they went from Dom and sub to two men making a meal, discussing gourmet food and wine, very civilized, and, well, very gay. And when Sai took his clothes off to eat in nothing but his collar and new nipple rings . . . Neji found incredibly erotic the juxtaposition of the elegance of the food, conversation, and table with Sai’s nudity and his nakedness under the little apron.

The conversation turned to art and Neji’s choices for the Hyuuga building, his own taste, and then to Sai’s work, and the picture of Naruto that he was going to finish for Sasuke. They gossiped about the few people they knew in common: Neji from personal contact and Sai from his snooping for Danzou. They both sat at the table, like two subs hanging out together. But it was Neji that washed the dishes as Sai wanted to add some color to his sketch of Neji in the apron. And the more Neji washed, the more things went back to Sai ordering, and Neji obeying.

When everything in the kitchen was pristine, much more pristine that Shikamaru had ever made the place, Neji knelt at Sai’s feet. “Undo that braid,” said Sai softly in the sudden quiet of the house. It was so odd remembering how Sai had served him so perfectly this morning, putting this French braid in his hair, licking and kissing his shoes. His hair came undone, swishing against his back pleasantly while his hands pulled apart Sai’s work. Would Sai wrap it around his cock again, jerking himself so that each stroke he felt in the roots of his hair?

“You want me to have wants. Well, I think I want to see young Mr. Hyuuga, acting CEO of the very important Hyuuga Corporation get out a popsicle and fuck himself with it. Perhaps I’ll draw it for the company newsletter.”

“Master!”

“If my slutty CEO puts on a good show, maybe I’ll eat that popsicle right out of his ass,” added Sai slowly.

“Oh, Master,” cried Neji, already holding the box of popsicles, his cock once more rigid. “What flavor do you want me to use?”

“Hmmm, well, it is hard for me to pick, maybe you better use one of each flavor.”

Neji almost dropped the box.

“Six,” said Sai.

“Master! Master!” moaned Neji, his cock leaping and his ass once more starting to clench and release. Damn! Was he becoming a pain slut?

Sai snapped his fingers, and Neji began pulling out the popsicles. He’d never have thought to do something like this with Shika, and he’d never have started another scene after two hard fuckings—poor Shikamaru! But damn it, if he’d been a less than excellent dom, he would sure make up for it now by being a super sub. Sai wanted a show; well, he’d put that strip show Naruto had given in the dining room to shame.

“Would Master like me to fetch the mirror?” asked Neji, making sure to show off his hair and ass as he put the box back in the freezer. He turned back, looking up through his eyelashes, and began to use his mouth to pull the paper off the cherry popsicle.

“Slut,” said Sai, licking his lips, and Neji’s cock gave a little leap. “You want to watch yourself fucking your own asshole with a popsicle—that’s very slutty behavior for a CEO. Someone should punish you for that Mr. Hyuuga.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” breathed out Neji, “please punish me, Master.”

“You will be wishing you didn’t say that soon, my slutty CEO,” said Sai.

But for all Neji’s screaming and begging, he didn’t regret it, no, not one bit of it. No, Neji Hyuuga, slutty CEO and begging bitch, fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamed only happy dreams. And in the morning, he awoke a dom with a devoted slave that sucked him off, served him breakfast, washed and dressed him, and took his discipline perfectly. He drove Neji to work, sitting on his newly cropped ass with the biggest plug Neji had inside him, listening obediently to Neji’s list of chores.

When they arrived, Stan stepped up to the car, opening the door and congratulating them on their engagement. Neji blushed bright red, to his mortification, but then Sai thanked Stan and said he was a lucky man—and smiled. It was so stunning that Neji stopped hearing anything, lost in looking at the most genuine smile he’d seen on Sai’s face. When Sai got out of the car, picked up Neji’s things, and handed the keys to Stan, he was still just sitting there, saying nothing. He started in the building with Sai, feeling a bit like he was floating.

“Stop looking so slutty,” whispered Sai in his ear, “or I’ll have to fuck you before I go.”

Neji’s walk instantly became sexier, and when he got to the elevator, he made sure to toss his long black hair back and flutter his lashes as he asked Sai, “Are you going to go all the way with me?”

Sai’s black eyes gleamed as the elevator opened. “Oh, yes,” he promised. Neji strutted into the elevator, incredibly pleased that it was empty save for them.

Tuesday was going to be even better than Monday, he could just tell.