Naughty Boys

There was much that Kabuto had noticed about Orochimaru’s chamber when he entered it, the first being the temperature. Not only was the chill giving him goose bumps, but there was also a faint mist that formed in front of his mouth every time he exhaled. What he noticed second was the smell of melting wax, and then the presence of candles which was obviously the source of the particular scent. Lastly, and most baffling, he noticed the absence of his leader, Orochimaru.

But then, he heard that familiar voice in his ear, “Kabuto.”

Kabuto turned to look at his leader, who had materialized behind him and was now closing the door to his cold room. His eyes followed the pale man with black hair as said man walked around him and sat on the end of the plainly covered bed.

“You beckoned me?”

Orochimaru leaned back and used his arms to support himself, and then gave Kabuto a wandering look, starting from the younger one’s eyes and then glided down to a very particular spot. He hissed, “Mm, yes…” before stroking his stomach and then moving his hand lower.

Kabuto was alarmed by the movement of his leader’s hand and what it usually meant. Unsure of what to do or even if he was seeing properly, he started to inquire, “Orochimaru-sama, wh—“

“Strip,” Orochimaru interrupted, eliminating Kabuto’s uncertainties, but still throwing him off-guard.

Even though the command was surprising, Kabuto couldn’t make himself see it as unreasonable or even dreadful, and so obediently followed orders, until he stood completely nude in front of his leader. There was a slight bit of heated excitement in between his legs, which was the product of Orochimaru’s focused, hungry stare as he watched Kabuto shed all barriers. Now, in his vulnerability, Kabuto stood and waited for his next command.

Orochimaru took a brief moment to observe the boy before he moved to stand in front of him and place his hands on the boy’s waist. Then, he leaned over to Kabuto’s ear and whispered, “Close your eyes.”

Once again, Kabuto obeyed. His mouth fell open in a gasp when he felt two things. The first was his leader’s clothed bulge against his leg, and the second was his leader’s tongue creating a wet trail from his nipple, up his neck, across his jaw, and eventually to the tip of his ear. Kabuto panted a little as his budding erection began to grow against the cold air. But, even more heat rushed to his groin when Orochimaru took his glasses and invaded Kabuto’s parted mouth while petting the boy’s stomach.

When Orochimaru pulled away from the kiss, Kabuto finally opened his eyes, not that he could make out anything with his blurry vision, but soon he was plunged into darkness again when he was unexpectedly blindfolded. He reached out to try to find his leader with his hands, but then continued to locate him with his voice and muttered his name.

Suddenly, Kabuto found that he was being picked up, carried, and then dropped on the bed. It was strange for Kabuto to be handled in such a way while conscious, but he couldn’t even contemplate it as a familiar experience followed, for now his hands were being moved above him and tied to the headboard. Even though he was inwardly, and downwardly, twitching with anticipation, he had to ask the question that kept ringing in his mind.

“Orochimaru-sama, why?”

At first, the only response Kabuto received was a low chuckle. He opened his mouth to say more, but his confused interrogation was thwarted by another kiss, a short one. Then he gasped again, but immediately began panting when Orochimaru’s tongue was now traveling downwards. Soon his pants quivered into a moan when that formidable tongue wrapped around Kabuto’s erection.

Kabuto’s breathing was getting heavier as that slick muscle slivered around Kabuto’s swollen penis, but what was delightfully worse was Orochimaru’s amused laughter. It was enough to have his leader’s infamous tongue wrapped around his heat, but he would swear that the vibrations from Orochimaru’s laughing were also touching him there, and Kabuto could no longer hold back his soft moans until a disappointed whimper interrupted the gratified melody.

With one last tormenting lick at Kabuto’s penis, Orochimaru’s mouth was on the move again. His first stop was the younger shinobi’s navel, which he gently penetrated before sucking the soft flesh above it. Then Orochimaru moved to Kabuto’s nipple again, licking at the nub and then taking it into his mouth as well, afterwards repeating his actions with the other one. Even though he sighed at every sensation, Kabuto was secretly frustrated. Why was Orochimaru tormenting him? And why was he forbidden to see him; to see what he was doing?

Then, instantly, he sighed again, but now at his leader’s voice commanding him once again. “Turn around,” came the firm bidding, followed by the bed shifting, which Kabuto assumed was Orochimaru giving him room to follow the instruction, which he did enthusiastically, but with slight difficulty.

If Kabuto did not feel vulnerable before, he definitely did now. Now he was blindfolded with hands tied and crossed, and his rear in the air, which he was beginning to recall, was cold air. There were only two things he could do: wait and speak. And so, his hushed voice breathed out, “Orochimaru-sama…”

He was shushed. Now there was only one thing he could do. But, he soon found out what he was waiting for as he felt Orochimaru releasing his hair from its tie while Orochimaru’s other hand petted his rear. Even with his hair now falling over his shoulders, all Kabuto could focus on was the hand on his bottom, and the need that was building inside him because of it. But, instead of his need being fulfilled, Kabuto let out a surprised gasp in reaction to the hand that stopped petting him to slap the tender flesh.

“Orochimaru-sama?” Kabuto moaned as pain shot through his rear again.

“You’ve been naughty, haven’t you?”

Kabuto remained silent in his confusion, but could not contain the sharp gasp as Orochimaru smacked him once again.

“Naughty boys should be punished,” Orochimaru continued lowly and followed it with another slap, but then decided to caress the reddening skin. Then, in a more playful tone, he added, “You should be punished, shouldn’t you?”

Orochimaru smiled when Kabuto shivered and sighed at Orochimaru’s pallid finger tracing the younger one’s opening. Then, Kabuto tried making that finger and spanked the boy again, causing him groan.

“Bad boy,” Orochimaru hissed before another painful smack.

Kabuto moaned again, the sting of each slap increasing hugely, and so was his enjoyment. Now he was finding that he wanted Orochimaru to cause him pain. “Orochimaru-sama,” Kabuto took a deep breath and continued, “Punish me, I’ve been so bad!”

Kabuto felt lips on his back and he knew then that Orochimaru was smirking at him, but he didn’t care, and whimpered as his leader continued to spank him. Then, the unexpected happened. His breathing got caught in a staccato inhale due to Orochimaru’s tongue entering Kabuto’s opening while he was still being spanked.

When he exhaled, Kabuto’s mouth also formed the words, “Oh yes…” much to Orochimaru’s amusement, especially when Kabuto’s hips moved back and forth to be fucked all the while still whimpering at every slap against his rear.

Kabuto was still panting when Orochimaru withdrew his tongue until something else started to slide into him, something very similar, and Orochimaru’s huff told Kabuto exactly what it was. Kabuto bit his lip and waited for Orochimaru to move, and nothing was more delicious as when he finally did, pulling out and thrusting back into him hard and deep, over and over again.

By the time Orochimaru began to engage in heavy breathing, his hand had reached for Kabuto’s throbbing cock and the boy was letting out choked moans from a mouth wired open, but still somehow found moments to form Orochimaru’s name until it came to a point when everything was going so fast. The thrusting, the stroking, and the breathing—all of it going faster than Kabuto could process. So much that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck!” was all Kabuto could mutter as he was being pushed to the edge, and eventually dove into sweet bliss. His back bent, his long cry staggered, and his mind went blank when he came with mind-blowing ferocity.

For awhile he waited, breathlessly, for the older man to finish and still felt him inside. Soon, it was obvious that his master had given up, the still hard flesh sliding out of him, but he knew that wasn’t the end of it. Both the blindfold and his restraints were removed, but not for the sake of freedom.

Still, without his glasses, there was not much that he could make out, and used his hands to find his goal, and was pleased once he succeeded. Kabuto didn’t hesitate and put as much or Orochimaru’s thick as he could fit in his mouth, using his fingers for the rest. Kabuto felt fingers stroking his hair as he bobbed up and down, sucking his leader while he panted, and those fingers eventually gripped those locks, urging Kabuto to take in more, to go faster, to let Orochimaru plunge into his mouth carelessly as he neared.

“Good…” Orochimaru whispered and then followed it with a hiss as he threw his head back and finally released into Kabuto’s mouth.

Kabuto tried desperately to swallow all of the white substance coming from his leader’s orgasm, but there was so much that he had to let go of Orochimaru’s wilting member, causing the rest of the liquid to end up on his chin. He only coughed a little before using his tongue and fingers to clean up the rest that he had missed, even when he felt hands lifting him up.

He knew why.

“Are we being greedy, my pet?” Orochimaru’s hands had now made their way to Kabuto’s thighs, his thumbs rubbing in between Kabuto’s legs to bring attention to the boy’s reawakening heat.

Kabuto bit his lip and nodded, wishing his thumbs would move closer and touch him; be where he needed them. But then, a tormenting phrase answered him and he almost pouted.

“Words, pet.”

Kabuto groaned and let his hands glide down Orochimaru’s chest before mumbling, “Yes…” And then his hands moved to his own things so that he could move Orochimaru’s hands for him. And they did move, but to Kabuto’s rear again, spanking him one more time and then grabbing that delectable ass of his, resulting in surprised gasp.

“I guess you should start begging, then.” With that Orochimaru claimed Kabuto’s mouth in a sexy kiss. A kiss so hot, Kabuto was eager to so just as he was told.

Beg.