Naruto Penthouse Archives

Warning: the following story makes mention of S&M, particularly bondage. If that's not your kink, don't read. :) But you will miss out...


Penthouse Letters- Naruto (xGaara)

Tied Up


Dear Penthouse,


I’ve been working as a security guard for this club for some time now. Every night the venue changes and on Thursdays we have what’s called “Goth Night” and call this place “The Dungeon.” Stupid, right? A couple of months ago a new DJ arrived, some hot shot just a year older than me that liked to go by the name Shukaku. The guy was fucking gorgeous, and I mean, I could have cum in my pants just drooling at him gorgeous. Porcelain skin, light eyes, thick eyeliner, the whole “Look at me, I’m emo-goth” look. You know the type. So being the lead guard on duty I tried to be friendly and introduce myself, and what does he do? The bastard looked at me like I was trying to kick his puppy and ignored me. Rude fucker.

I’d dealt with assholes like him my whole life so instead of getting angry, I decided to show him who he was messing with. I greeted him every Thursday with all the enthusiasm I could muster, shit eating smile plastered on my face and every time a groupie would linger and stare up at him adoringly I’d make my way over and turn on all the charm. He could see what I was doing too. Hell, after a month, over half his fans were my fans too. He would watch me every time I did it. Those icy green eyes would narrow in on me each time I put an arm around one of the cute girls lingering in front of the stage, steering her away. And I’d look back at him and smile. I made sure that every night that he walked into my club that he walked out alone.

Where I goofed is that I didn’t take any of the girls home either. One night as I was making small talk, helping him bring in his stuff, I commented on the influx of hot girls lately. I was trying to play it up, acting like I was the one nailing all of them, but he only gave me a smile that sent chills down my spine. He commented that none of them wanted to go home with a fox and that I’d better work on my disguise.

Well that one surprised me. Ever since I was a kid, I’d been nicknamed a fox. Mostly it’s because of the birthmarks on both sides of my cheeks that look like whiskers, but it’s also cuz I have a reputation for being a trickster. You know? Like the foxes in the old kid’s stories. So anyway, my game was up and I had to up the ante a little. Sure it had gotten me his attention, but he was still a jerk, so I had to think of something that would really put him in his place. I had to think of something just humiliating enough to humble him a little, but nothing that could get him fired (I’m not a complete asshole). And oh did I have just the plan.

So once a month, The Dungeon has a special treat. Or what they call a “special treat”. They call in a few of their dudes who show up with loads of equipment and they put on an S&M demonstration. Usually it’s held in a separate room from the DJ so all the gawkers aren’t in the way of people trying to dance (and I mean trying, you should see some of these people) and they also bring in a guest DJ.
Now, I know most of these dudes, and ladies responsible for the show, especially after a long drunken conversation after hours in which I told them how boring S&M is. I mean, honestly, people make it out to be this exciting, sexy, kinky stuff for the bedroom, but maybe I’m not a voyeur or maybe I just didn’t get it. They’ve been trying pretty hard to prove me wrong since then. So when I told them that we had this hot new DJ who was interested in “participating” and that I’d love to see that happen, I knew it was as good as done. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy the show.

So the day of, I was totally stoked. I even got into the spirit of things and decked myself out in a little more black than usual (the manager hates it when I wear my bright orange shirts on goth night). I show up, wait for him and oh my god, he walked through the door and I nearly got a boner right there. He wore tight burgundy leather pants (And I mean tight) with just a mesh shirt on top. The shirt left nothing to the imagination. His pale skin glowed from behind it, showing off his lean, muscular belly and the very pink of his nipples. I felt like a pervert, but my eyes kept wandering to his low slung pants, at the smooth v disappearing beneath the waistline and wondering, if they slipped just a little lower, would I finally discover whether that candy apple red was his natural hair color? Granted, he shaved his eyebrows and apparently his pits, so I had no other way to tell!

So throughout the night, I couldn’t help checking him out, nearly forgetting about my plan, when Anko decides to get the show started and announces that they’ll have a special guest participating this time. I smiled because I knew what was going to happen, and when DJ Shukaku was announced as that special guest, the crowd went wild. I kept my eyes on him to note his expression, but he seemed hardly fazed by it. His eyes widened a little as though surprised, but he didn’t seem upset or anxious or anything. Instead, he calmly walked over to the exhibition site and allowed them to do their worst.
I was a little upset that he was so nonchalant about it, but then the show started, and I knew that I had shot myself in the foot. They tied him up first, tied down to a workout bench and knots in so many places. His hands were behind his back, his legs pulled apart, exposing every little piece of him. Anko started with a feather, tickling him in little places, but he was stoic and didn’t squirm. He was blindfolded so we couldn’t see his eyes, but I could tell by the way his mouth was set that she hadn’t gotten a reaction out of him. She commented on this herself, noting what a stud he was and when she joked to the crowd that he probably liked it rougher, they chuckled and she brought out the cat o’ nine tails.

I gotta admit I was a little nervous when I saw that one. I knew it was a whip and well, I didn’t want the bastard to actually get hurt. But she only dragged the tips of the whip over his chest. She let it slide along his chest, his thighs, up the inside of his legs. This I could tell was starting to get a reaction because he began to twitch a little; especially when she dragged those edges up the inside of his thighs. He tugged a little, but the knots held him and I gotta admit, seeing him struggling against those knots, especially the ones between his legs was getting me kinda hot and bothered. And then she started to throw the whip from behind her, aiming it perfectly so that the tips just brushed over him harder but didn’t actually harm him. His sucked in his breath harshly, mouth open and gasping as he tugged on his ropes. What amazed me was that he was leaning into the touch of the whip, like he wanted it. I think the bastard was actually enjoying it!

After a few more strokes with the whip he was actually panting a little. I could see him trying to rub against those knots a little more and the tightness of his pants didn’t help disguise the fact that he liked it. I was glad mine were so loose.

And then Anko stopped. She put down the whip, letting the poor DJ pant and writhe against his knots as she looked around the audience. “I think we need one more participant from the audience. What do you say?” The crowd went wild and cheered. “But who should I choose?”
Now this is where the “oh shit” factor came into play. Cuz you see, most of those girls were big fans of the DJ’s, but thanks to my efforts the previous month or so, a lot of them were also fans of mine. So when Anko posed her question, immediately, a loud chorus erupted chanting my name. And because Anko is an evil bitch that thinks everyone should love S&M as much as she does, there was nothing that gave her greater pleasure.

I was ushered onto the platform and quickly divested of my blazer, shirt and undershirt. In the meantime, Shukaku had been freed of his knots and allowed to sit down and catch his breath. They all looked at me all of a sudden and when one of the guys walked towards me with the blindfold, I knew I was in trouble. I was blindfolded and strapped down with all those knots around me. One of the guys had to have known I was kinda excited, because I had all the same knots in all the same places as Shukaku. I tried to calm myself, telling myself I could handle this, that I was strong, and then the kicker. They must have tied Shukaku back up again, cuz all of a sudden his nose was in my crotch and I could feel the rope winding round us tighter. The girls were going wild and some of the guys too. Anko sounded gleeful as she got the crowd to simmer down.

“Look at DJ Shukaku, getting all riled up. I think we should punish him a little more. It’s time for … the paddle.” I didn’t like the sound of that, but really I had no choice. I was tied down, slightly aroused with another man’s face in my crotch. And when the first crack of the paddle sliced through the air, he gasped, face pushed deeper into my crotch and his hot breath sliding over my semi. And for what felt like an eternity, but was most likely two minutes, I endured what was the most frightening and most erotic piece of exhibitionism in my life.

Man those knots really did a number on me. Anko gave me this skeevy grin when she untied me. I could hear the I told you so on the tip of her tongue. And I couldn’t think of a single come back. All I could do was make a beeline for the men’s room as soon as I could. Except when I opened the door, I discovered that he had beaten me to it. He was checking the redness of his wrists, massaging them carefully. Upon my opening the door, he looked at me, a murderous look in his eyes.

I thought for a moment that perhaps messing with him wasn’t the smartest idea in the world, but then I was being shoved up against the door and I knew I was in trouble. He told me he knew this was my doing and that I’d better take responsibility for it. And oh god, his idea of “taking responsibility” was tying my hands up and demanding that I fuck him. And well, I was tied up and bone hard. And the bathroom stall was conveniently only a few feet away.

At first I thought he was a sadist. He decided to kiss me, biting my lip hard enough to bleed, along with a few other places along my body. Goddamn it hurt, but I was tied up and not exactly in a position to fight back. And he kept looking at me with that murderous look in his eyes until he stripped me of my pants and I realized that it wasn’t hatred. It was lust. He licked his lips and I feared that he’d actually use teeth down there too, but fortunately he just dropped his own pants and I groaned when I discovered just how natural his red hair really was.

Kami, he must be the sado and the masochist because I’m not small and he impaled that perfect ass of his on my cock without prepping, lube or even the benefit of his own spit. Just my precum, spreading it as he slid up and down roughly. He was so tight and so damn good that I hurt with pleasure.

And so, on goth night, I spent the rest of the S&M show receiving my own little personal demonstration. I gotta admit that I now see the allure. Though it’s definitely not what I’d consider a spectator sport.

After that I discovered just how adept our Mr. DJ was at S&M. In fact, Anko lets us try out all her new toys before the monthly show. After hours and occasionally before doors open, of course.


Sincerely,

Tied up and Luvin it