D/s Naruto

Chapter 9 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

It was the pain in his hand that made Naruto calm down. Looking down at his hand that had clawed into the duvet, Naruto could see blood welling up to turn the gauze red. He looked at the tears he’d made in the duvet embarrassed. It then occurred to him, just as he had reopened his wound, Sasuke laying on his back might be painful as well. Oh, fuck—did he pass out from the pain of his back? Naruto moaned. If so, it was likely Sasuke would have nothing to do with him again.

He carefully turned Sasuke over and examined his back, ass, and thighs. He jumped up and got the pain spray and resprayed Sasuke’s back. When he was returning it to the first aid kit, he tripped over the pile of rags that was what was left of Sasuke’s clothes. He picked up the scraps and examined them—oh fuck. The pants were “Armani Collezoini” in a linen/silk blend the label told Naruto. Christ, probably 300 dollar pants, thought Naruto, underestimating by about a hundred dollars. Naruto picked up the shirt he would no doubt have to replace with a sick feeling in his stomach. Fuck—Versace, 100% silk. Naruto had one of those himself that had cost him 400 dollars from a discount store—marked down because it was last season’s. New Versace, hell, hadn’t he seen a shirt priced at nine hundred and something the last time he went shopping for clothes?

He pulled out the scrap with the label of the silk boxers—Marc by Marc Jacobs. Naruto snorted—fucking designer boxers. Naruto hadn’t worn underwear tonight, but he had some he’d like to see Sasuke in. Fuck, that sheer mesh black thong of his—yea, Sasuke would look good in that. God, maybe he could get Sasuke to go on a shopping trip with him to replace his clothes and take him to that little boutique that catered to gay men with no inhibitions. He’d like to see Sasuke in a G-string or a posing strap or maybe even one of those backless little pouches. God he was hard again just thinking about it. Naruto raised the white silk scrap in his hand to his nose and took a deep sniff. It smelled like Sasuke, but not that cologne he had on. He dropped the briefs and picked up the piece of the blue silk shirt that was from the neck and sniffed that. Oh, yea, that smelled good.

Standing up, Naruto went over to his right boot and pulled out his knife. He sniffed the scrap of expensive silk and found the spot where the smell was the strongest. He sliced it off and slid the knife and scrap into his boot. He walked back to drop the rest of the piece of shirt in the pile. As he did, his bare foot stepped on something hard.

A cellphone—awesome! Naruto bent down and pulled it out. Too bad his was out in Iruka’s car—shit he wanted a photo of Sasuke on his phone. Then Naruto noticed Sasuke’s phone had internet access and grinned. He quickly email himself Sasuke’s cellphone number and email address. He checked to see what pictures or videos Sasuke had stored on his phone—none. He didn’t even have a customized background image that came up right away. Well, time to change that. Naruto angled the phone and took a photo of his hard cock, grinning when he had set that as Sasuke’s default background.

Now it was time to get some serious photos. He went over to Sasuke and began photographing his back—the bite, the two Xs at the top of his back, one on each shoulder blade. His ass of course. He positioned the phone then pushed down on Sasuke’s anus. A mass of his cum came up out of Sasuke’s little pink pucker. He snapped a number of those. Then he positioned himself so his cockhead was against that fantastic fuckhole in the photo. Oh yea, masturbation material for the ages.

Naruto sat back on the bed and emailed himself all the photos, examining them. He grinned as he stored all the photos in Sasuke’s “Favorites” folder. It then occurred to him he hadn’t programmed in his cell phone’s number. He checked out the speed dial settings. Nothing had been programmed in, not even 911. Naruto grinned. He put his cell number under 1—then laughed and put it in under 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 as well. But what about when he called? He programmed the phone to flash red and ring with a custom ring of “I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal.”

As he rolled Sasuke over, he sang to him, “You let me violate you, You let me desecrate you, You let me penetrate you, You let me complicate you.” But there he stopped and frowned. Would Sasuke let him complicate him? Let him complicate his life? Because Naruto didn’t want to not have Sasuke in his life—god, I have it bad, Naruto admitted. I’m crushing big time. This feeling that Sasuke was the “one,” his soulmate, reminded him of how in high school he’d longed for and fantasized about Hyuuga Neji for two years. He’d thought Neji was “the one.” Then he’d talked to him. Naruto winced. Neji’s rejection had been so harsh that he’d never fantasized about him again and just thinking about him usually made his cock go limp. He looked down at “the demon”—his private nickname for his cock. Nope, still rock hard. Well, he was looking at Sasuke.

Looking at Sasuke, Naruto realized he’d better start photographing now. He wanted the phone back in Sasuke’s “pants” before he woke up. He put his hand over Sasuke’s heart and just felt his heartbeat for a moment. Actually that looked good. He took a photo of his hand there. Then he photographed Sasuke’s face, his neck, his chest, his nipples, his belly button, his soft cock, his balls, his legs, and each foot. He checked out the photos—oh, yea, perfect. He sent them to himself and stored them on Sasuke’s phone.

Then he stared at Sasuke’s nipples again. They could be more aroused. He leaned down and licked, then bit each one till they were puffy and red. Yea—that made for a few more photos. Then Naruto remembered the clamps in the cupboard and went and got them. He put each clamp on with its pretty dangling beads and photographed that. He frowned—something wasn’t right. He didn’t really like that strip of hair on Sasuke’s chest. He’d look much better shaved there. He’d look better with those nipples pierced instead of clamped. God, his cock would look good with a ring in the tip like Kakashi’s Prince Albert piercing. He shivered remembering how Iruka would run chains from that ring up to the two in Kakashi’s nipples. When Iruka jerked that chain forward, Naruto usually winced in sympathy although his cock would bob with excitement as well. Kakashi also had a ring back behind his balls, a guiche piercing, that Iruka would connect to the chain when he was feeling a little more cruel.

But looking down at Sasuke now, he could understand why Iruka had pierced Kakashi. He wanted to pierce and tattoo Sasuke, to permanently make sure Sasuke would never forget him every day of his life. He pushed aside Sasuke’s hair and looked at his ears—unpierced, not a hole there. God, did piercing count as a scar? Was a hole a scar? He wouldn’t dare pierce anything of Sasuke’s that would take months to heal or require careful aftercare like a tongue, but an earlobe—no biggie. And if Sasuke took it out tomorrow, it would close up as if never there—fuck. Hmmm—well, he’d shave Sasuke’s chest—surely there was a razor in that bathroom? Then if he wasn’t awake, he’d think about an earring. Naruto’s hand went up to the solid gold studs in his ear. He could spare one for Sasuke.

Sasuke woke up as Naruto was shaving his chest, but he pretended to still be sleeping. Naruto could tell from the shift in his breathing, from subtle movements. Hell, the little chains and gems dangling from his nipples had moved. But if Sasuke wanted to pretend to be asleep, so be it. Naruto finished removing the hair and carefully wiped Sasuke’s chest clean. He put a little bit of something called toner on a cotton ball and wiped it over the shaved area. He had no idea what the fuck toner was, but the bottle proclaimed it soothed skin after shaving or waxing. He went into the bathroom and put up the toner and razor. He wondered if Sasuke would be awake when he returned—or, fuck, gone—shit—

Naruto raced back into the bedroom, relieved to see Sasuke still there exactly as he had left him, still pretending to be asleep. Oh, but he was hard now. Naruto grinned. He picked up Sasuke’s phone again and snapped some pictures of Sasuke’s newly shaved chest and newly hard cock, sending them to himself immediately in case Sasuke would “wake” up soon. Then with a grin, Naruto straddled Sasuke, so their cocks were aligned. He grabbed the lube and dribbled it on his and Sasuke’s cocks. He wanted to do a little swordfighting with Sasuke, some good old frotting. Shit, this was too good. He took a photo, sent it to himself, and threw the phone on the floor. Then he got down to some serious dick rubbing.

How long was Sasuke going to pretend to be asleep? He let himself grunt and moan at how good it felt. He could tell Sasuke was struggling with his pretending. Naruto growled and leaned down and kissed Sasuke hard. Oh, yea, this position with their cocks pressed between their bodies was good. When Sasuke was still passive, Naruto moved his mouth to Sasuke’s ear and bit the lobe, “Wake up, Faker. You’re still my sub cause it’s not dawn yet. I order you to move and make noises like a little slut. Give me your best penis fencing, boy. If you want to be on top and take charge, go ahead. You have permission to treat me like a lover, not a dom.”

Naruto’s back slammed into the bed. He had been so startled when Sasuke exploded into movement, that he wasn’t prepared for the quick change of positions. “Idiot,” was all Sasuke said before his mouth descended, and he began to move on top of Naruto.

He was good.

Very good.

Naruto lay there panting, moaning, quivering under Sasuke’s body, Sasuke’s kiss, Sasuke’s rhythm as he slid and rubbed over Naruto.

“Tell me how good I am, Idiot,” said Sasuke. He used the word Idiot like it was a pet name, a lover’s nickname thought Naruto.

“The best,” said Naruto, “the very best, Asshole.”

“You loser,” said Sasuke, but his lips almost curved in a smile before he lowered his head to Naruto’s neck and lightly sucked. Naruto was very sensitive on his neck. He didn’t let his subs ever kiss or bite his neck because he knew it reduced him to a begging puddle of mush.

“Oh, god, not the neck, not the neck,” he managed to say, making no move to stop Sasuke.

Sasuke raised his head just a fraction, “Why not the neck, Loser?” as he moved his pelvis in a way that drove Naruto crazy.

“Because, Asshole, it makes me weak and willing,” panted out Naruto, barely able to concentrate with the way Sasuke was frotting him.

Sasuke snickered into Naruto’s neck before biting, hard. Naruto arched up with a cry of “Sasuke!”

Then Sasuke’s mouth came down sucking hard. Naruto realized he was getting a hickie—christ, no dom should ever have a hickie! He started to struggle, but that only made the friction between their cocks feel better. Sasuke reached a hand between them and began jerking them off together even as he sucked on Naruto’s neck in a way that was painful. But soon his mouth fell away as the two of them moved closer to climax.

“I’m gonna blow,” said Naruto.

“Wait, wait, just a second more,” said Sasuke.

“Bite me again, then, hard, dammit,” said Naruto.

But Sasuke didn’t, he just said, “Now, Idiot, now” as he began to cum, and Naruto’s cock obeyed.

They lay together, Sasuke on top of Naruto, limp. Then Naruto’s stomach growled loudly. They both laughed hysterically, Sasuke sliding off Naruto and sitting up on the bed. Naruto sat up too, saying, “Dammit, where’s the fucking phone? What do you got to eat in this place, Asshole, that they’ll bring up to us?”

“What are you in the mood for, Loser?”

“Pork Ramen, about twelve bowls of it,” said Naruto.

Sasuke laughed again and slid from the bed. He hit a button on the phone so it was on speaker, and they both could hear it ring before a voice said, “Yo, Chouji here.”

“Hey, Chouji, it’s Sasuke. Can you send up twelve bowls of pork ramen and some filet minion with that wine sauce I like?”

“Sure, little boss. What’s up? Do you know Iruka’s screwing his sub’s brains out on Itachi’s office desk right now? They’ve been at for almost an hour!”

At that Naruto burst into laughter, his infectious laughter filling the room.

“Oooh, Little Boss, have you got a new sub there?”

“Cook, Chouji, don’t gossip,” said Sasuke, but his voice was playful as he hung up the phone.

“Hey,” said Naruto, “have you seen Kakashi’s piercing? You’d look good pierced like that. I’d be happy to do it for you—I worked at a tatt and piercing parlour for two years when I was in college.”

“Yes, I’ve seen Kakashi’s piercings, and, no, you can’t pierce me. No scars, remember.”

“Yeah, but are holes really scars? I was thinking about your earlobe,” said Naruto in a voice that sound a little wistful. “I’ve got a solid gold stud with a sapphire in it that would be perfect with your hair.”

“You want to give me your sapphire and gold earring?” asked Sasuke carefully.

“Well, uh, I did say I would offer recompense. And, I’ll replace the clothes of course. Come shopping with me, tomorrow,” coaxed Naruto, “I promised you I’ll find you a pair of underwear that will look a ton better than that Marc Jason thing.

“Jacobs,” said Sasuke coldly. “At least I wear underwear, Loser.”

“I have underwear, Asshole. I have silk shirts and linen pants. I don’t wear them to a BDSM club.”

“Just because we’re into the scene, Idiot, doesn’t mean we have to dress up as walking clichés,” said Sasuke moving back towards the bed.

But Naruto didn’t say anything, he was just staring at the nipple clamps with their dangles that swayed as Sasuke walked.

“Jiggle for me,” said Naruto.

“You are a cliché, Idiot,” said Sasuke, but he jiggled and that half smile appeared on his face at the way Naruto’s blue eyes practically popped out of his head.

Sasuke slowly raised his hand to his mouth and dragged his index finger across his slightly open lips, wetting it seductively. Naruto’s eyes were following his finger like a hungry cat watching a bird it was stalking. Sasuke pushed the finger back in his mouth and sucked a little, then drew it out rolling his lip over, moving slowly down his chin, then his neck, right over his Adam’s apple, and down into the little notch at the base of the throat. It was supposedly an erogenous zone, but Sasuke had never believed that until now. He pushed his index finger into the hollow there once, twice, and saw Naruto’s mouth fall open. Sasuke wondered if he could literally make Naruto drool. The sense of power excited him. He never felt so sexy, so sure of his appearance as he did at this moment.

He raised the index finger back to his mouth, rewetting it, this time letting the finger fuck his mouth a little bit. Then he lowered the finger to his nipple and rolled it. The little beads on the end of the clamp’s chains jingled. A drop of drool appeared at the corner of Naruto’s mouth making Sasuke start to harden a little bit. He moved forward to Naruto swaying his body and licking his lips.

“You have a little dribble of drool, Master,” he said in a husky voice, trying (and succeeding) for sexy, “Let your slave clean it for you, Master.” Naruto said nothing, seemed incapable of speech. Sasuke smiled a wicked smile. He was topping from the bottom now, and Naruto was doomed. He felt like a god. Sasuke slowly bent at the waist, moving so the chains from the nipple clamps would dangle and sway. His tongue slowly slid out. He leaned in and touched it to Naruto’s jaw and swiped up, removing the spittle from the corner of Naruto’s mouth. He lifted his tongue away and kept his face only an inch from Naruto’s. Naruto’s mouth fell open, and he looked at Sasuke, dazed, clearly wanting a kiss. Sasuke could ask for anything now, and he would likely get it. He opened his mouth, and Naruto whimpered.

Bang, bang, bang! Well, they were really just knocks on the door, but they seemed like gunshots to Sasuke, murdering the mood and his plan.

Naruto squeezed Sasuke’s arm, pushing him away. “Go get the food. Put it on a table near the chair. We’ll eat with me in the chair, and you chained at my feet. I’ll feed you your filet minion with wine sauce with my hand. You can lick all the sauce off my hand,” added Naruto as if that was a special treat.

“Why not your cock, Master?” asked Sasuke sarcastically, heading for the door.

“Brilliant, slave! You’ve earned yourself a reward. Think about what you want while we eat.”

Sasuke smiled, opening the door to Sasori, Chouji, Iruka, and Kakashi who were each carrying three bowls of pork ramen, while Chouji also had his dinner. Sasuke bit his lip, trying not to laugh. “Out of carts, are we now?” he said. Then he stood aside and gestured to let them all in, saying, “Master Naruto would like it all on a table by the Dom’s chair.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Iruka,” exploded Naruto, “I’m not a god-damn teenager, and you're not my mother.” Sasuke watched Kakashi—if he managed to get through this without laughing, Sasuke was prepared to be impressed. Iruka’s eyes fell on the tatters of Sasuke’s clothes as he moved towards the table that Sasori had already placed by the chair.

“Versace silk, Naruto, Versace silk,” said Iruka mournfully. He was a bit of a clotheshorse although he couldn’t afford many expensive designer pieces.

Sasuke opened his mouth and said, “Master Naruto thinks I can dress better. He’s agreed to buy me a new outfit tomorrow, something he thinks will look good on me, something to go with the gold and sapphire earring he’s giving me.”

Iruka’s mouth fell open, and Kakashi coughed once quietly. Sasori looked over at Sasuke, then went over to Naruto and bowed low, “Welcome to the club, Naruto. It’s an honor to meet a dom who has tamed our Sasuke. I’m Sasori, Itachi’s number two here. Please feel free to come chat with me or bring me any requests. Do you require a professional to do the piercing?”

“No, I’m an expert, myself. I did Kakashi’s Prince Albert and guiche myself though he already had the nipples done before I met him.” At that speech a little flare of resentment heavily tinged with jealousy ran through Sasuke.

“Don’t be thinking the club will getting free piercings done by Naruto, Sasori,” snapped Sasuke before he thinking. “Mine are the only piercings he’ll be doing.”

Iruka, Kakashi, and Sasori all got very quiet and still, looking to see how Naruto would respond to such a shocking breach of the correct behavior for a sub.

Naruto laughed and said, “He’s a possessive little pet, isn’t he? That little speech earns him another piercing to join the two piercings he already referred to,” said Naruto. “Hmm, nipple or cock? Iruka can I ask your sub what he thinks?”

Sasuke felt sick to his stomach, but he tried to stay cool and relaxed.

“Answer him, boy,” said Iruka.

Kakashi stood up and walked over to Sasuke and circled his body slowly, examining it. Sasuke straightened himself and his chin went up, but some goose pimples formed on his arms, showing his nerves. You forgot at your peril how tall, deadly, and commanding Kakashi could be. For obvious reasons, Kakashi’s killing of that rapist so long ago surfaced in the minds of the men looking at him circle Sasuke slowly.

He stopped at last and said, “Very fine work with the crop, Master Naruto. I would recommend giving him exactly what I have. It will give both him and you much pleasure when they all heal. Of course with the Prince Albert, he shouldn’t cum, let alone fuck, for two weeks. But he clearly needs more training before he’s even ready for his first sub contract. Two weeks with no orgasm should help nicely.”

“Two weeks!” said Naruto, “Prince Albert’s are the fastest healing cock piercings. Yes, no fucking, hell, I’m all for no fucking for Sasuke for a whole month, but no cumming. I don’t think I can go two weeks without watching him cum and tasting his spunk.”

“You need retraining, Naruto,” said Iruka coldly.

“Don’t worry, mom,” said Naruto cheekily, “I promised Sasuke recompense for fucking him bareback without asking, so I’m sure I’ll learn enough being his sub to get all the rules down again.”

And that was when Sasuke fainted