Dirty Little Secret

CHAPTER 17



He stared down at the contraption around his organ in confusion and a little bit of apprehension – it wasn’t exactly uncomfortable or painful, but it was odd, to put it mildly. With that thing on an erection would be impossible. Was that the point Naruto was trying to make? Seemed like it.



“Now” started Naruto and pointed to the stain on the floor “you will clean that. You can find a rag and soap in the bathroom.”



It took him a moment to comprehend, then he nodded.



“Yes, Sir.”



And Kakashi headed for the bathroom on shaky legs. He found what he was looking for under the bathtub, having to crawl on all fours to get to it. The thing around his penis felt odd – restrictive, if not very heavy, and the buttplug kept teasing his already very sensitive spot inside. Still, he was very sated at the moment, so despite sudden jolts of what could be described as pain/pleasure from overstimulation, he couldn’t get aroused.



Kakashi came back to the room and kneeled on the floor again, beginning to clean the mess he had made, or at least trying to – it was obviously an expensive drug and come stains were always hard to clean. Naruto was sitting by the bed and watching him work, face calm and inscrutable but his eyes glittering predatorily.



“Tell me about Tenzo.” He suddenly said and Kakashi looked up.



“What about him, Sir?”



“When did your little… arrangement begin?”



He looked back down to the floor and answered carefully:



“About two years before the war started.”



“So, shortly after Sasuke left.” Naruto clarified.



He bit his lower lip at the words.



“And you as well, Sir.”



“Oh? I had the impression you were no longer tutoring me for quite a while by that point.”



“Jiraiya was an excellent teacher, Sir. I had no doubts he would be great master for you.” He tried to explain, but Naruto frowned at him.



“Funny, at the time I just thought you were too lazy and too much of an elitist to want to deal with someone like me. Not when you had the last of the great Uchihas for a student.”



He scrubbed furiously at the stain on the floor for a while, then finally said softly.



“Sasuke needed me. I was the only one who could teach him about the Sharingan.”



“And Sakura didn’t need you too? I guess I should be thankful to you – at least you actually bothered to look for someone to do your job before dropping me. Sakura-chan wasn’t nearly as lucky.”



He was right, of course. Sakura had seemed to be too talentless, too shallow, too weak at the time to be of any interest to him and he had promptly ignored her, as he tended to do with all people who did not engage his interest. It wasn’t fair, and it wasn’t professional, and it was one of the reasons why he felt like such a failure when it came to his team of gennin. His only team of gennin. He shouldn’t have allowed Sarutobi-sensei to persuade him to take them on – he had always been so sure he wouldn’t be a good teacher, that was why he had failed deliberately all the other candidates for years before that on the bell test.



“I am sorry, Sir.” He finally offered softly.



Naruto shrugged disinterestedly.



“I am not the one you should be apologizing to. But as Sakura-chan is not among us anymore, perhaps you could tell her on one of your frequent visits to the Memorial. You seem to chat with Obito all the time as it is. I am sure he wouldn’t be so jealous if you pay some attention to someone else for a few minutes.”



That hurt and it made him so angry that he saw red for a moment, felt ready to get up and punch the Hokage for the way he talked about his friend. However, he only said:



“I talk to your father sometimes as well.”



The silence after that was deafening. Kakashi was sure that he would be thrown out immediately, losing any chance of officially becoming Naruto’s sub.



“Ah.” Naruto said thoughtfully after a while, surprisingly calm. “I do too, sometimes. He never answers me though, you know. It is good to know though, that you are capable of remembering people who aren’t only your precious Uchihas.”



He got up and walked up to the kneeling figure, looking down.



“The stain is gone, I think.” He beckoned him to get up and follow him back to the corridor that connected the living room, the kitchen and the bedroom. Opening a small door, he ushered Kakashi to a narrow closet and reached for a box in a corner. He opened it and took out a small chain, one end of which he hooked to the wall, the other going through a small loop at the base of the contraption around Kakashi’s cock. Then he pointed to the cot by the brick wall.



“You will spend the night here, Kakashi-sensei. Don’t make a sound, okay? I need an undisturbed night’s sleep.”



Warily, he nodded, then Naruto turned and left, leaving him alone in the dark. He slowly felt his way to the cot, then curled himself on it on one side, avoiding pulling on the chain. It was pretty long, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep.



Only suddenly to be suddenly awaken only a few hours later by the terrible buzzing of the buttplug inside of him, driving him absolutely crazy with need. It vibrated right against his sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body and concentrating around his chained groin. The need to become aroused felt incredible, Kakashi had the feeling that his organ and his balls were throbbing in time with the rapid vibrations of the toy, trapped in the plastic prison. He whimpered softly and writhed on the blankets, reaching to cup his shaved balls and squeeze roughly in an attempt to suppress his arousal. It made things worse because it only further stimulated him. He couldn’t touch his cock, the belt’s plastic walls encased even his tip.



He could probably take the thing off, just like with the thing inside of him. However, he didn’t want to. Not when he was so close to Naruto actually claiming him. In the short time since the Hokage had started pursuing him aggressively he had realized that he wanted that – he wanted to be owned permanently by a dom. Owned, controlled, possessed – he wanted that, but he had been too much of a coward to admit that to himself. There was no turning back now though – Kakashi was determined not to fail his Hokage this time.



So he removed his hand and bit on his pillow, hips shaking with need as he felt the sharp, merciless jolts of pleasure in his ass.



In the morning, Naruto went about his business as usual for a while – getting up, washing, having breakfast – and then finally went to check on Kakashi. The toy inside of him had been preprogrammed to turn on and off randomly throughout the night and he was pretty curious to see the end result.



Even he, however, was surprised at the sight that greeted him inside when he opened the door and turned on the light – Kakashi was laying on the mattress on his back, legs splayed wide, hips rocking helplessly his encased cock in thin air, his pale, muscular body covered in a fine sheen of sweat, pale rosy nipples standing up hardened to pretty little pebbles on his flushed chest. His eyes were closed and he was moaning constantly very very softly, hands clutching at the bedsheets.

Naruto grinned and walked in, removing the chain. His former sensei didn’t notice anything – it looked like he was incoherent with unsatisfied need – just the way the blonde wanted him.



He lifted him easily in his arms and carried the shuddering body back in his bedroom, where he quickly arranged him on his bed – hands tied up above his head, knees lifted all the way to his shoulders and held up by straps that were also tied to the headboard, exposing him obscenely to Naruto’s hungry gaze. Kakashi’s long eye-lashes had fluttered against his flushed cheeks a few times like butterfly wings, but he had not regained his coherency during the preparation. That would not do – Naruto wanted him fully aware.



Swinging, he slapped him hard across the face. It produced the desired effect – the older man opened his mismatched eyes and looked glassily and desperately up at him.



“Please…” he whimpered. “Please… Sir.”



Naruto smirked and reached to remove the plastic cage around Kakashi’s cock which immediately sprang up to attention, filling out and hardening and almost immediately beginning to leak precome over his toned belly. The buttplug was next but Naruto played with it for a while, rubbing his fingers over the stretched muscle teasingly, feeling the soft, hot tissue tremble under his touch. Finally, he removed it and watched the stretched hole contract involuntarily.



Lowering his fly, he took out his own erection and unhurriedly spread some lube on it, then lined the thick tip with the needy entrance. He began rubbing it against it, watching as clear precome moistened and made the little hole glisten wetly.

Kakashi’s eyes were staring up at him, wide and almost unseeing, slowly filling with tears of helplessness, soft lips trembling with need.



“Please…”



“Do you want this, Sensei? Do you want my cock?”



“Yes, yes, Sir…” was the pleading answer.



“What do you want me to do with it?”



Kakashi licked his lips and answered, voice surprisingly steady.



“Fuck me. Please. Please, fuck me, Sir.”



He looked down to Naruto’s cock pressed against his upturned hole.



“It looks so hard and thick… I need to feel it stretch me so much it hurts. Please.” he said, completely shameless in his need.



“Well, then.” Naruto murmured. “After all, you beg me so prettily for it.”



And he slowly slid in, inch after agonizing inch, watching in delight as the semi-stretch hole widened and reddened further to accommodate his heavy girth until he was balls deep in his former teacher.



“Like this, Sensei?” he asked teasingly, but Kakashi was too far gone to answer. His mouth was open as he panted wildly, eyes rolled back in his head, thighs trembling, cock twitching on the brink of orgasm.



“Not yet.” Naruto growled and pinched the reddened tip, then began to thrust, setting a fast, brutal rhythm, watching as his thick, veiny cock rammed in and out of the pliant, stretched flesh of Kakashi’s asshole. The older man wailed and thrashed under him, then he began to mewl with each thrust, his entire body being jolted by their rocking. Soon, he was answering Naruto with thrusts of his own, fucking himself on the invading erection. The bed was creaking ominously underneath them, the sound becoming more and more rapid as the speed of the Hokage’s thrusting increased.



There was no way Kakashi could last long, not after all he had been through – after one particularly harsh jolt against his prostate, the pale man came wildly, screaming at the top of his lungs, his hole clamping down and convulsing around Naruto’s erection as the he came all over his chest, head thrown back and baring an elegant pale neck.



Naruto growled with the effort to withhold his own peak, leaned and bit onto the exposed flesh of Kakashi’s throat, marking him viciously. When the tightening of the older man’s muscles subsided, he started thrusting all over again, biting and sucking onto his throat, leaving numerous marks over and over again as he raced ruthlessly towards his completion. Underneath him Kakashi only moaned and whimpered, relaxed and pliant and willing, his sated body having become a vessel for Naruto’s pleasure.



Finally, the Hokage finished as well, spurting his seed inside of his new pet and growling with each shock of pleasure that coursed through his nerves. Eventually, he withdrew from the older man and watched with delight as his come seeped out of the abused opening and onto the sheets. Reaching, he scooped the warm liquid and rubbed it all over Kakashi’s asshole and perineum, just as he had seen him do that time when he watched him bring himself to orgasm.



“You can call me Master from this point on, pet.”