This little fic is dedicated to my friend strangeindividual who is also my plot-bunny-bouncer-off'er. From the moment I thought about writing something for her I knew this would be the pairing I would use ('tis her favourite after all).

This story is rated M for a reason! It has mentions of BDSM and if man-love ain't your thing, just click the little arrow in the left hand corner.

There is no lemon, I'm not quite ready to write that just yet ;) but this is by far the most graphic fic I've written to date.

So, having said that… please read and enjoy and keep in mind that it's AU so the characters are extremely OOC (I'm just using them for their looks :P)

Oh, and Naruto obviously does not belong to me.

My blood runs cold as I hear Master's car pull into the driveway of the house. There is still so much to do before I would even be close to ready for his return home. The whistle of the kettle draws my attention and I quickly add water to the waiting cup. Master expects his tea when he returns home. It's one of the few things he is unwilling to overlook. The tea must be steeped for exactly one minute, the tea bag removed without squeezing out the excess liquid, one spoon of sugar and enough milk to turn the dark amber liquid into a light, milky caramel brown. Even though my stomach is tied in knots because I know I'm in a lot of trouble, I can't help the slight tingling of my skin as I think back to the training I received to ensure I make the tea exactly to Master's liking. It took days.

With the water now added to the cup I rush to the second, smaller room in the house; the place where Master makes me sleep if I've displeased him too much. There's no furniture in the darkened room, just a built-in wardrobe where I keep my clothes and a leather collar fastened to the wall by a too short chain. Luckily, I haven't had the misfortune of spending a night here in quite some time, but my luck might just have run out today. I've broken at least three rules and there's no way I'll be able to hide it from Master. He always knows.

As fast as humanly possible I strip out of my day clothes revealing the skimpy garments underneath. Master has very clear rules about what I wear when at home. The air feels cold against my bare skin. The very short, very tight leather shorts doing little to cover my exposed body. The thick leather straps criss-crossing my torso stand out against my tan skin, the leather digging deliciously into the flesh underneath. I've taken to wearing my house attire underneath my everyday clothing as it's usually a struggle to force myself into the skin-hugging clothes. The fact that I'm not yet dressed is another rule broken. I hear Master's car door slam, the sound once again rousing me into action and I rush back to the kitchen.

I've taken too long… I stare at the dark reddish brown liquid in Master's cup, unease making my stomach churn. I have two options, both of which would get me into trouble. I could either finish the tea I've started and run the risk of Master's displeasure at the poorly prepared drink, or I could pour it out, re-boil the kettle and start from scratch. That would however mean that I would be late with Master's tea. The sound of the key in the door makes my mind up for me. I chuck the teabag in the bin, add the milk and sugar and quickly make my way to the front door with the tea. Master looks tired as he shuts the door and I instantly feel guilty for my slackness.

The past three months of my life have been dedicated to this man, my dominant. I guess I'm not what you would expect when thinking of person in a BDSM relationship. At first glance I look just like every other painfully shy gay man. I have a half day job as a receptionist at a respected law firm, the easy hours giving me enough time to get home so I can prepare for Master's return. I'm still new to this life, Master being my first and from what I've heard I'm extremely lucky. Master is gentle, yet firm when the need arises. Master cares for me and has taken so much time guiding me into this life and I find it hard to imagine what my life would be like without him in it.

Master removes his jacket and taking care not to spill any of his tea I take the garment, all the while averting my gaze. Master will tell me when I'm allowed to look at him. Master moves to the den and I quickly hang up the jacket before following him. Master sits down on the soft leather chair, the dark material a striking contrast to his snowy, silver white locks. Placing the tea on the small table to his right I kneel before him and remove his shoes. Master sighs contently as I dig my thumbs into the flesh of his socked foot. The soft sound makes my chest constrict warmly with a sense of accomplishment. In silence I firmly massage first his one foot and then the other while Master enjoys his tea.

Master sits up after a while and I remove my hands from his feet. Placing one crooked finger under my chin, Master lifts my face so I'm staring directly into his dark eyes. Master looks stern and any hope I had of avoiding repercussions for my actions melt away like snow on a warm day.

"What did you do today?" Master asks softly, and as innocent as the question is, I feel my throat constrict with nerves.

Master's main house rules are simple. Make sure the house is tidy and have his tea and dinner ready when he gets home. Wear what he likes, and no guests without his permission. It doesn't matter if it's friends or family. I swallowed visibly. Dinner was nowhere near ready. Hell, I hadn't even started. Master's tea was hastily and poorly prepared and I'm sure he knows it… and I had a friend over. The two cups I forgot to remove mockingly standing on the living room table. It was an unforeseen event, Anko just showed up on my doorstep without any warning. What was I supposed to do? She was an old school friend, one I hadn't seen in years and she had no idea of the type of relationship I was in. It wasn't like I could chase her away if I had phoned to ask permission and Master said no. How was I supposed to know she would stay so long?

Master is still waiting patiently for my answer, dark eyes boring into my lighter ones. Clearing my throat I steady myself for the disappointment that is sure to follow my answer.

"I had a surprise visitor and couldn't' get rid of them." I try to explain even though I know Master doesn't accept excuses.

Master says nothing for a moment, the tense silence making it hard for me not to fidget, before withdrawing his hand and getting up out of the chair. I drop my gaze back to the floor and scoot back giving Master room to walk past me. I had expected some kind of reaction, some form of punishment, not this pressing silence. Master moves gracefully to the door and for a moment I think that he is going to ignore me completely. The feeling of rejection hits me hard making me feel cold and nauseous and I bravely try to fight the tears forming in my eyes. My throat feels swollen and I can't breathe.

"Come!" Master orders from the doorway and I gratefully crawl after him as fast as I can. Master walks purposefully into the smaller bedroom and I follow him with relief and a small amount of apprehension. Master frowns at the clothes still lying on the floor from my rushed undressing earlier but does not voice his disapproval. Instead he walks to where the collar is attached to the wall and indicates that I should come closer. I crawl to him, keeping my head as low as possible.

"Face the wall." Master orders and as I quickly comply Master kneels next to me. I resist the urge to flinch as the thick collar is strapped firmly around my neck, the heavy leather not tight enough to choke me, but tight enough not to be comfortable. Master gets up and moves to the wardrobe. I look over my shoulder at him but Master's back is turned to me preventing me from seeing which items he selects. The humiliation I feel at being tied up like a dog does nothing to dampen the arousal I feel at the prospect of the punishment Master has in store for me.

"Drop your pants." Master orders as he walks back to me and I quickly obey by peeling the skin tight leather off my body to expose my backside. As I move to remove my pants completely a strong grip on my wrist halts my actions.

"Touch yourself." Master instructs me, his voice soft and low. Gratefully I wrap my hand around my already half hard member. A few strokes are all that's needed to bring my arousal to its full hardness. Just as I'm getting into this pleasurable activity Master again grips my wrist and I have to fight to suppress the complaining whine that threatens to break free. Master places my forearms against the wall above my head and spreads my legs further apart, the leather of my pants cutting into my thighs. The carpet is digging uncomfortably into my knees and I'm now totally at Master's mercy. The thought only makes me feel more aroused. Warm hands snake around my body and I can't stop the gasp that escapes my lips as a cock ring is placed securely at the base of my penis. To show his displeasure at my loss of control Master harshly pinches my now erect nipples and I bite down hard on my lips to stop myself from making any more noise.

The sound of a bottle being uncapped catches my attention and I shiver violently as a lubed finger is pressed unexpectedly into my body. Master wastes no time in searching for my prostate and once he finds it the finger is just as abruptly removed. Before I can even gather my shattered thought something cold and slick is pressed against my entrance and I do my best to relax, not to fight the intrusion that is sure to follow. I let out a shaky breath as Master slowly pushes the butt-plug into my unprepared hole. The stretch is borderline painful and I focus on my breathing to help me stay as still as possible. The head of the butt-plug finally pops through the tight ring of muscles and I let out another shaky breath. I feel impossibly full and it's not nearly enough. I can feel the hard rubber pressing ever so slightly against my prostate with every slight move I make. The sensation leaves me wanting more but I know better than to fidget.

Master gets to his feet and I rest my head against the cold wall in front of me knowing that master will now lay down the terms of my punishment.

"Since you failed to prepare dinner I will be going out." Master says in his soft velvety voice. "You will stay like this until I get back. You are not allowed to remove anything I have placed on your body and you are not allowed to cum. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." I answer as clearly as I can. It's not nearly as bad as I expected, I think as I hear Master moving towards the door. Just then a soft click, which has nothing to do with the door, reaches my ears and the butt-plug buried deep inside me starts to vibrate lightly. I bite my lip and screw my eyes shut as the vibrations cause the plug to brush against my prostate persistently.

I whine softly as I hear the front door close and the sound of Master's car pulling out of the driveway. The vibrator must be on some sort of time setting because every few minutes the intensity of the vibrations either pick up or slow down. It's maddening, and after only minutes I have my first false orgasm, the wave of pleasure dissipating before it can be even remotely sating. My muscles are trembling from the awkward position I'm in and I bite my tongue to prevent myself from ripping the cock ring off and just allowing myself to give into the pleasure my body is so desperately begging for.

It's going to be a long night.

Yay! All done. Thanks to HellzButtafly for fixing all my mistakes :)