Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 16





Kakashi closed the door of the bathroom behind himself and nervously rubbed his hands together before taking a look around. The memory from the previous night was a blur – he had been too elated, too aroused to be able to take a good look of the layout so now it took him some time to locate a razor – this time a modern one – kept in a small box in the bathroom cupboard above the sink.



Assured that he had everything he needed, Kakashi quickly began to remove his clothes – first the thick winter shirt he wore, then the simple dark blue pants and finally his socks and underwear. He folded everything neatly and placed the small bundle over Naruto’s closed laundry hamper.



Entering the spacious showerstall, he closed the frosted glass door behind himself and turned on the water, spending a few seconds to adjust the temperature to something hot but not scalding. Then he took the soap and got down to work, running it over his body and then using the razor – first the hands, his armpits, the little trail that ran down from his navel to his already shaved groin. Still, he repeated the procedure there too, just in case, trying to ignore the stimulating effect – this preparation was for his Hokage’s sake, not for himself. Finally, he removed all hairs from his legs, briefly wondering with amusement how he’d never appreciated women before for spending so much time every few days to do just that.

Finally, he was done and he carefully washed the razor, then himself, turned off the water, exited the stall and wrapped himself in a wide soft towel, drying off all moisture until he was pleased with the result.



It was time to go and present himself to Naruto – the thought filled him with both exultation and apprehension, mind occupied with the sudden worry that he would screw up, that Naruto would be displeased and send him away. The thought was enough to make his hand shake a little as he opened the bathroom door and exited quietly, moving to where Naruto had pointed the bedroom was.



It turned out to be a middle-sized room, walls painted a muted light blue colour, the furniture dark and polished. The bed was large and faced the door, covered with a dark blue duvet, the wooden floor partially hidden under another thick carpet – a surprisingly deep and dark garnet colour that contrasted with everything else in the room.



Biting his lip in worry, Kakashi slowly kneeled and crossed his hands behind his back and then lowered his torso and his head until his face rested on the plush carpet underneath. The pose was very uncomfortable for his leg, but he tried very hard to ignore it – it simply didn’t matter under the current circumstances.



Some time passed before Naruto arrived, the sliding door of the bedroom opening and closing with a quiet hiss, steps almost soundless, muffled by the heavy carpeting and years of habit. The Hokage walked up to Kakashi and stood right behind him, not touching him, not saying a word, just standing and looking down at the kneeling figure. Still, Kakashi could sense his presence, feel the heat that the blonde’s body produced, feel the weight of his gaze as his Hokage scrutinized him wordlessly.



Then suddenly there was a bare foot pressing harshly against the back of his neck, forcing his face even lower until his cheek was flat against the floor, back curved back and hips raised up in an almost impossible angle. There was an approving hum and the foot was removed, suddenly kicking his legs wider apart, forcing him to press his shoulders to the carpet too for leverage. His arms ached with the tension of the effort to keep them behind his back on his own, but he gritted his teeth and endured. Naruto seemed to approve because he sighed with delight and kneeled behind him, large soft hands running over Kakashi’s scarred muscular back, exploring each muscle, each curve and crevice, each scar with an almost innocent fascination. There was nothing innocent, however, in the way the hands slid down and cupped the twin perfect globes of his ass, each fitting into one hand-palm as the blonde massaged them thoughtfully for a few moments before moving lower to caress the back of his thighs. He kneaded the straining muscles for a moment, enjoying the way Kakashi shuddered when he reached the back of his knees and rubbed against the sensitive spots there, making him mewl softly in delight before sliding his hands lower to his calves, ankles and finally feet. Naruto then tickled him slightly and it was all the older man could do not to jerk back in surprise.



His Hokage chuckled then and murmured:



“Ticklish, are you, pet?” and ran his fingers over the soles of his feet again, enjoying the way the curled body jerked and shuddered in an attempt to control himself.



Finally, he appeared to get tired of this game and withdrew his hands. Void of Naruto’s touch, Kakashi became apprehensive again, waiting and wonder what the younger man would do. He wasn’t prepared however for Naruto’s body suddenly blanketing him, the blonde pressed to him from shoulder to knee as he bent over him, the fabric of his clothes surprisingly coarse against his oversensitive body, made even more so by the lack of hair.



Naruto pushed roughly his hard, cloth-covered organ against Kakashi’s bared, spread bottom and murmured in his ear:



“Do you want me to fuck you now, Kakashi-sensei?” his hands absently caressed Kakashi’s hips.



The older man nodded.



“Yes, yes, Sir.”



Naruto lay his head on his shoulder and answered.



“Ah, but you have to earn it first. Haven’t you realized that by now? Whatever I give you, you have to prove you’re worthy of it.”



Kakashi took a deep breath, thoughts whirling in his head.



“How… how can I do this, Sir?” he asked softly, licking his dry lips.



“How about we play a game? I do things to you, and if you don’t come until I have allowed you, I will fuck you. If you do come…well, I am sure I could think up of a suitable punishment.



Self-control was something Kakashi prided himself in, so he nodded and tried to spread his legs further apart. He felt Naruto’s pleased smirk against his shoulder and throat before the Hokage moved away.



For a few seconds, nothing happened – he was left helplessly shuddering, kneeling there on the luxurious carpet. Then suddenly Naruto grabbed his hands and moved them away, making him press his palms against the floor above his head. Another short pause and there was a sharp burning sensation on his left shoulder which quickly became a pleasurable sting as the hot wax cooled rapidly against his flesh. He moaned and Naruto chuckled again, putting his hand on the small of his back and petting him reassuringly before there was another sharp sting, this time at the back of his knee, the molten droplets traveling up his thigh, one by one to his left asscheek, splattering right in the middle and dripping down to his hip.

Kakashi dug his nails in the carpet and began rocking minutely back and forth, his erection thrusting up in thin air as he sought any sort of stimulation that would bring him relief from the merciless teasing. Naruto paused and then gave him a hard slap on the clean cheek.



“Don’t do that. I WILL punish you if you come, do you understand that?”



He nodded helplessly and tried to stop, even as shudders ran down his body every time the hot wax splattered across his bared back and thighs and ass.



Apparently the view was affecting the Hokage as well, because he could his hear his rapid, shallow breathing behind himself even if the hand that held the candle was steady and sure in its path up and down above his body.



Finally, Naruto reached with his free hand and spread his cheeks wide apart, revealing Kakashi’s twitching, rosy entrance and rubbed his thumb against it for a moment, enjoying the needy spasming of the soft flesh.



Kakashi shrieked in surprise and pleasure when the hot wax fell right over his asshole, sliding down to drip over the back of his shaved balls, burning and stinging and pleasuring him in ways he didn’t think possible before. Naruto withdrew but he kept shivering and mewling, hands tightened in fists over the carped, face flushed almost crimson and lips parted and moist as he panted in pleasure.



Naruto sat down behind for a few moments, admiring his handy work, the open submission of the pose of the pliant body, the way the red wax contrasted with the alabaster skin, slender shoulders shuddering and heaving as Kakashi moaned and panted continuously, struggling to withhold his impending orgasm.



So far so good. But he wasn’t done yet.



It was a shame to ruin the pretty picture the wax painted on his skin, but Naruto wanted to play some more. He reached and removed a patch of dried liquid off Kakashi’s shoulder and kissed and licked the place, soothing away any remaining sting, then moved to the next. Slowly, he worked his way down his body, removing the wax and lavishing the reddened flesh underneath with attention, tongue running hungrily over the sensitive skin and leaving wet trails.



As he licked and sucked on Kakashi’s inner thigh, the man suddenly whimpered, entire body quaking underneath his touch:



“Please, Sir, please, I can’t…I can’t hold it anymore. Please…”



“Yes, you can, Sensei. And you will. For me. You will do whatever I tell you.” And he went back to work.



By the time Naruto finally reached his ass, the older man was crying openly, tears of despair and pleasure sliding down his flushed hand as he bit his own hand in his desperate struggle for control. However, even that wasn’t enough when the blonde removed the last piece of wax and pressed his tongue flat against his asshole, lapping at it wetly and insistently.



Kakashi mewled and cried out, convulsing, his hole twitching madly against Naruto’s tongue as he came all over the expensive carpet. His knees gave out and he fell on the wet puddle, entire body still shuddering in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Frowning, the younger man withdrew and watched the display, waiting Kakashi to calm down enough in order to talk to him.



When he finally opened his eyes again, he met Naruto’s disappointed red gaze and his entire world crashed around him. There were no words to describe his shame and despair for failing the blond like that. The blonde watched him coldly, anger simmering in those hypnotic eyes, lips pressed in a flat, bloodless line.



“I knew I expected too much from you.” He growled.



“Sir… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” he began, only to be cut off.



“I don’t want to hear your apologies! I want my orders followed to the letter, do you understand that? Do you?”



With a growl he got up and loomed over him.



“Get up.”



Kakashi did and stood there on shaky legs, not daring to look up and wanting to look away from the stains that ruined the expensive carpet but wasn’t able to. Naruto walked out of the room in a huff and returned in a few moments, carrying a small box and what only could be a sort of a buttplug.



“As I told you…” he began and pointed to the bed “I am generous person, so I will give you yet another chance. Go bend over the bed.”



He obeyed and turned his head to watch as the blonde lubed the flesh-coloured buttplug generously before inserting it in his entrance, watching as Kakashi’s jaw dropped at the sudden invasion. It wasn’t that thick and it didn’t hurt all that much, only stung a little, but the tip was right against his prostate, pressing against it lightly, teasing ruthlessly.



“Get up now and turned around.”



Once again, he followed the instructions and watched as the blonde opened the box and removed a transpired plastic contraption from it. He threw a wet tissue at Kakashi.



“Clean yourself first.”



The older man obediently wiped his sensitive, sated organ with it and watched with fascinated curiosity as the Hokage grasped the soft flesh and slid it in the downwards bent plastic tube, then secured the metal ring of the contraption around his balls with a small lock.



“What is that?” he couldn’t help but ask and Naruto grinned.



“Your punishment.” The blonde grinned back at him.