D/s Naruto

Art Link: the image that inspired these pants isn't on Deviant Art any more, but a copy of it used as a screen saver is. It's a sexy Itachi and Sasuke called "Slutty Bitches."

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14062361/?qo=2&q=slutty+bitches+sasuke&qh=boost%3Apopular+age_sigma%3A24h+age_scale%3A5

Update: I just discovered "Slutty Bitches" on y!Gallery. The artist is YanaGoya. The direct link is http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/160713/ but you need a y!Gallery account to go directly there. (You can get an account at http://yaoi.y-gallery.net)

Chapter 14 (Saturday 16 June 2007, late morning)

“Saasuke, of course, they serve no practical purpose! You don’t get real restraints for free attached to a pair of pants for clubbing. And besides, you’re missing the whole point of all those straps that go around your legs and butt over the leather.”

“Being decorative and an excuse to charge more for something useless is not a purpose, Idiot! They look dumb and make me look like some pathetic wannabe teen,” said Sasuke standing in front of the mirror in between the two rows of dressing rooms at the back of a boutique that, in fact, did do the majority of its business with wannabe teens.

The dressing rooms had red velvet curtains and black walls with no mirrors and almost no light, so that everyone trying something on had to come out where they could be gawked at by the other shoppers. This trick added to the allure of the store, unless of course you preferred—like Sasuke--discretion, comfort, and privacy to exhibitionism and a baroque atmosphere. Everyone in the store was covertly or openly gripped by the argument going on between the two gorgeous men, but no one dared to comment. The prettier dark-haired man had a way of looking at anyone that even got close with a look that went beyond repressive to intimidating. The more muscled blonde was jumping around, waiving his arms, and occasionally shouting, so that it seemed likely anyone butting in would get hit—intentionally or, more likely, unintentionally.

“The purpose of those straps around your legs and ass is to get me hard, Asshole, and if you’d bother to take a look, they’re doing a fucking fine job!” yelled Naruto oblivious to the fascinated attention of the manager, clerk, and three other shoppers. “I’m getting them for you, and if I have to whip you again to make you put them on, I will!”

Gasps and titters filled the shop, until Sasuke turned around and gave a first class Uchiha glare. But he did take a look at Naruto’s crotch before stalking into the dressing room.

“I’m going to go grab that pair in red, Sasuke,” said Naruto. But a long white arm stretched out from behind the red curtain and jerked the blonde into the dressing room. The five other people in the tiny boutique all managed to find a reason to move closer to the dressing rooms. To their surprise, no further arguing or obvious sounds of something sexual occurred although there were a few faint thuds. But that was normal. Most of the clothing in the boutique was difficult to get into, particularly in a cramped and dim cubicle. Some of the less inhibited shoppers would come out half dressed for help, which was one reason the store was popular.

Inside the cramped dressing room, Naruto had Sasuke’s boxers in stuffed in his mouth, and his hands were tied above his head with a studded leather belt that Naruto had wanted Sasuke to try on with an earlier pair of pants. The belt was looped over the big brass hook set high on one side wall. Sasuke hadn’t even begun to take the bestrapped pants in question off, but he’d managed to pull Naruto’s jeans down to his knees and was working on perfecting his skill at blowjobs. Those dark eyes looked up at Naruto’s from around his cock. The look on the Idiot’s face was priceless, thought Sasuke, making the horror of trying on these hideous pants worth his time. Naruto looked like a cross between someone experiencing electric shock treatment and a devoted worshipper having a divine vision from god. Fortunately or unfortunately, the whole thing was so erotic to Naruto that he came in minutes, so Sasuke’s fledgling skills at cocksucking weren’t put to a very serious test.

Swallowing cum, however, was something Sasuke had down pat from what he called “getting his face fucked,” so there was no spilling or smell. To Naruto’s horror, however, Sasuke left him there, his hands tied above his head and the boxers in his mouth while he wiggled his way out of those tight black pleather pants with white cords that draped over the ass and framed the crotch and swirled around the legs in assorted places. Sasuke then calmly jerked his boxers out of Naruto’s mouth, pressed his index finger against his lips with a warning look to be quiet, and slid them on as coolly as if he did this everyday of his life. His thin, long cock was fully aroused, however, giving the lie to his cool, and the sight made Naruto free himself from the hook. He somehow jumped so his two feet used the wall lift up his body and arms far enough to slip off the hook. The gracefulness of the move and the way Naruto’s muscles flexed, froze Sasuke as he was about to start putting on his own conventional, casual slacks.

Naruto took advantage of this window of opportunity and lowered himself to his knees, his belted hands before him, jerking down the damp, saliva-spotted boxers, and getting to work with his own mouth to try to make Sasuke scream. He didn’t—Sasuke had too much experience suppressing sounds and reactions and too much pride to let people listen to him get off in the dressing room of a tawdry, cheap boutique. But although he managed to keep from making a sound without a gag, he couldn’t stop himself from showing how hard it was on his face. His face and neck flushed pink, his lips swelled and reddened, his lashes fluttered, and his head tossed back and forth. Against the black wall, his hair seemed a deep blue, and the pink and white of his skin almost glowed. Naruto’s belted hands fondled Sasuke’s balls and the base of his cock as he alternated between licking up the sides and sucking.

Sasuke, after a night and morning of sex, wasn’t as ready as Naruto for another orgasm. But Naruto was determined. Each time Sasuke tried to push away, he’d pin Sasuke’s legs between his body and the wall and use his teeth to warn him not to resist. Sasuke was convinced if he could just hold out, Naruto would get tired, and he would be spared the humiliation of having come in the dressing room of a store not even worthy of his patronage. But not only was Naruto fast learning just what he liked—the exact amount of suction when he stimulated the slit and head, just how much to use his teeth to take him to that exhilarating edge between intense pleasure and pain, but also he had the advantage over everyone Sasuke could compare him to in his memory with his tongue piercing. The contrast between the wet, firm but elastic nature of Naruto’s tongue and the bump of smooth hardness that was the stud through it drove Sasuke crazy. When he moved the stud over the very slit of his cock, it was almost unbearable.

But Sasuke forced himself to endure five minutes—surely Naruto would stop, his jaws and mouth exhausted, tired. But each time he’d glance down, those big blue eyes would be looking up at him fiercely. Sasuke couldn’t hold those eyes; it was just too embarrassing. He’d been able to suck off Naruto, to justify the rush it gave him to literally taste how much he aroused the blonde, with the idea that it would at least get rid of the embarrassment of walking around with Naruto not only sporting a big woody, but pointing it out to everyone in hearing range of his loud voice. But he wasn’t prepared to be on the receiving end of oral sex. It surprised him—he’d spent the last six years of his life in a world full of public sex acts, much more public than being in this little cubicle behind a faux velvet curtain in a garish red. But somehow this was worse, particularly knowing the clerk was a female as was at least one customer out there.

Hearing those female voices through the curtain, Sasuke tried to pretend it was his mother, or worse yet his grandmother, who had always made him feel uncomfortable. But while thoughts of them watching him have sex usually managed to kill his desire and wilt any erection, it wasn’t working with Naruto’s tongue and mouth and hands on him. Oh god, it had to have been ten minutes, and Naruto was showing no sign of stopping. Where the hell did he get all his energy from? Would he keep them here all morning if Sasuke continued to hold out? But if he came, could he do it without noise, without letting everyone know what was happening in here? Dear god, why couldn’t someone else out there distract everyone—please, god, someone make a sound, make some noise, so I can cum, thought Sasuke. When the jangle of the shop bell sounded, Sasuke finally let himself slid over the edge he’d been clinging to, into an orgasm that seemed all the more intense for having been delayed so long. He pushed his hand over his mouth to try cover his loud cry of “Ahhhhhhh.”

When he came down from the pleasure, he slumped back against the wall of the dressing room too exhausted and satiated to even care if he had been heard, his eyes closed, and his mouth open. It wasn’t until he heard a small thud, and Naruto curse, “Dammit,” that he opened his eyes to see Naruto grasping for his cell phone on the floor with his belted hands.

“Idiot!” hissed Sasuke, grabbing his fastened wrists and hauling Naruto to his feet. He put his foot down on top of the cell phone and undid the studded belt from the moron’s wrists. He jerked up the annoying blonde’s underwear and pants and fastened them, then pushed him outside the dressing room so violently he heard Naruto fall on his ass in front of the mirror.

As Sasuke pulled on his soft black cotton pants, he heard the unmistakable voice of Hyuuga Neji drawling, “Uzumaki Naruto, still a clutz I see, or are you throwing yourself at my feet again?” Neji’s voice made something click in Sasuke, and he realized why he had assumed the blonde named Naruto couldn’t possibly be Uzumaki Naruto, the maker of exquisite slave collars and cock rings. According to Neji, that Uzumaki had been a druggie, a retard, and the biggest loser in his high school. He had also, according to Neji, fawned all over the Hyuuga, embarrassing him with his unwanted love.

The thought of Neji harassing Naruto gave Sasuke a bad taste in his mouth. He slid on his sandals and stepped out the dressing room, reaching down a hand to Naruto. “Hyuuga,” he said coldly.

“Uchiha,” said Neji with a nod, his eyes darting between the two for a second. “Sorry I spoke to your bitch, but I didn’t realize you were slapping him down as he often manages to fall down without any help."

“Are you calling me a bitch, Neji?” demanded Naruto.

“Just can’t get those high school memories out of your head, can you, Hyuuga?” asked Sasuke as if Naruto hadn’t said a thing. “Most people go on to bigger and better things.”

Neji pointedly looked at Naruto and then said to Sasuke, “Yes, most do,” implying that Naruto could not possibly be seen as a “better thing.” Sasuke felt himself filling with rage. He didn’t like the Hyuuga, he never had. Naruto created beautiful things, what the fuck had Neji done but take a job from his uncle? He was the very definition of nepotism!

“Stop ignoring me,” said Naruto. “I’m nobody’s bitch. You want take this outside, Hyuuga?”

“Not working today, Hyuuga? You uncle give you time off from that job of yours, what was it, again, Head Bitch, I mean Gopher?”

A spot of color formed in Neji’s cheeks. He didn’t like working for his uncle. But he couldn’t make as much money anywhere else, and he didn’t want to downsize his apartment, car, or spending.

“I’d be happy to chat, but we’ve got to head over to Naruto’s business. He’s got a few orders to ship overseas,” lied Sasuke, pleased to see Neji’s jaw tense. “He can’t coast off family money like us, but it’s a good thing since an artist of his caliber should be working as much as possible.” His look implied it was doubtful that Neji had ever done any work of value.

“Sasuke!” said Naruto in a voice full of pleased surprise.

“Oh, yea, they fit, Naruto. Good choice. I think I’ll get them in red too.”

“Awesome, you wanna try those on now?” asked Naruto, forgetting Neji.

“No, just see if they have the same size, would you?” asked Sasuke, going back in the dressing room without even looking at Neji, as if had forgotten him.

Picking up Naruto’s phone, the studded belt, and the offensive pants he was now committed to buying, Sasuke rolled his eyes. Naruto was shouting stuff at him nonstop. Why had he even tried to defend the Loser?

“Hey, they do have them in red, but there’s two kinds of red. Do you want the red with the black cords or the red with red and white ones? I liked those blue pants with zippers and that studded belt. You sure you don’t want those as well? I mean I did rip up a pair of Armani pants, so I should really spend a little more on you . . .”

Naruto kept talking, but Sasuke stopped paying attention as he found his way to the main floor of the store blocked by Neji and his sub, Shikamaru, who had moved up beside, but a little behind him. Shikamaru was staring at the floor and looked asleep. He was in baggy grey pants and a loose faded green t-shirt, his hair pulled up in ponytail and flopping all over. He looked scruffy and scrawny in comparison to Naruto, who was in tight blue jeans and a tight black t-shirt. Sasuke let Neji see his low opinion of his sub.

But Neji’s ear, damn him, had picked out the detail in Naruto’s ramblings that Sasuke had hoped he wouldn’t. “Uzumaki ripped up a pair of your Aramani’s?”

It was really unfortunate that at that moment, the annoying pink-haired sales girl asked Naruto, in a piercing whisper that only drew more attention for supposedly trying to be secretive, “You don’t really whip your boyfriend, do you? He’s too cute! Those pants you picked out were perfect for his ass!”

“Only when he needs it, and yea, they looked good, didn’t they?” agreed Naruto.

“He’s the dom?” asked Neji in surprise turning to look over at Naruto.

Sasuke unconsciously raised his nose a bit and said, “He’s better with a crop than Itachi, and we’re switching.” He walked past Neji and then shrugged gracefully, and tossed back over his shoulder, “It can be limiting to be trapped in just one role.”

He walked up the register and dropped the things he was carrying on the counter. When the pink-haired clerk simply stared at him and did nothing, he squeezed Naruto’s butt and leaned in to nip at Naruto’s earlobe, making it clear that he was not bisexual. He whispered in the same sort of penetrating tone as the clerk had earlier, “Hurry up, baby, I want to see your special pieces.” Naruto then proceeded to rush the clerk so much, she got flustered and could hardly function. Sasuke took pity on her and whispered in Naruto’s ear in a true whisper, “I like the tongue piercing. I think one of my piercings should definitely be there. What do you think?” which completely redirected Naruto’s attention back to him.

“Yea, baby,” Naruto growled, “You’ll look good with one of my special balls on your tongue. You’re going to feel what I do to your mouth every second you’re awake for the rest of your life.”

The words thrilled Sasuke, making him suddenly conscious that his nipples were hardening although his exhausted, drained cock, thank heaven, wasn’t going to be an embarrassment. He though about having one of Naruto’s custom studs through his tongue, and he couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have one of his rings through his nipple or through the tip of his cock or his ball sac.

It was one thing to a have a master tug on nipple clamps or a cock ring, but what if what they tugged on penetrated you? You would be so much more vulnerable, forced to respond even more deeply, or risk a wound too terrible to think of. The very though made you more helpless, weak with fear. And the pain of the tugging—surely it would be more intense, too, making the pleasure that much stronger. For there was a pleasure in feeling the confining bite of a nipple clamp, a mark of submission designed to humiliate almost more than hurt. For the steady pressure of the clamp was a minor, steady pain, a tease, but one that built with time, and then there was the explosive sensations caused by the removal of a pair of clamps. Pierced nipples could still be clamped, doubling the sensation. But rather than weights on the clamps, the weights could be hung directly on a nipple ring. Or, more intensely, even on both ring and clamp—oh god, how that would feel!

Sasuke remember seeing Kakashi being lead around by a thin chain that looped through his nipple rings and extended to a leather loop that Iruka wore around his wrist. Kakashi had made an extraordinary number of errors in following at Iruka’s heels that night, but Sasuke suddenly knew he had done it on purpose to feel that tugging, to feel the bite of the chain jerking. He had to have been knowing that more punishment was coming. Oh to know that Master would be soon making your body feel to its limit, taking you to the very edge, and sometimes showing you that your mind, your fears were holding you back from experiencing all you could be and feel. When Naruto had chained him down last night, he had finally been able to let go, to free himself from the cage that came with being Sasuke Uchiha, the essence of cool.

Although right now, he wasn’t exactly radiating cool with his nipples stiff and his heartbeat racing. That cocky, sure grin was back on Naruto’s face, the one that he had worn last night as he had make Sasuke’s body suffer. Even now his ass was still a little sore, his back a bit tender, and he was conscious that his asshole was a little puffy and irritated and hungry. Sasuke flushed as he remembered how Naruto had made him admit how much his ass wanted cock, wanted to be filled, how he had made him want to the point he begged for it, begged with no pride. And it had felt so good—it would feel so good. He hadn’t been penetrated this morning, and suddenly it was all he could think of, all he wanted. Oh, god, he was turning into an ass slut. But the feeling of that warm sperm filling him—how much better than a condom that was! Sasuke felt his ass muscles contract, and he licked his lips. Naruto’s lips curved into an even wider smile, and his eyes promised that Sasuke would get exactly what he wanted and more.

Neither one of them bothered to say good-bye to Neji, and there were no words between them as they turned and started walking the two blocks to Naruto’s store. They had planned to go to at least three more stores, not having found a shirt or underwear yet. But Sasuke was feeling tingly and, yes, slutty. He wanted Naruto to punish him for that belt around his wrists, for resisting that blow job, for complaining about the pants. He didn’t want to have to ask to be fucked, to be the one who had to initiate something, the one needing. If Naruto would just order, just take, just tie him up or chain him, then he could enjoy it and tell himself simply, what would be true, he didn’t have a choice.

But until then, until Naruto declared himself dom, and Sasuke his lucky sub, he was just Sasuke, needing nothing, needing nobody. Having nothing, having nobody. Empty. His asshole contracted again, contracting around nothing, trying to grip something, something not there. Something like that thick cock surrounded by a halo of gold curls that Naruto called the demon. Or if not that, a plug or a finger. Even his fingers. It would feel good to push his fingers up his ass, to push just in that place that felt so good, just the way he wanted, at the pace he wanted. But he was an Uchiha, and that was not the Uchiha way. Sasuke tried to focus on the morning sun, the bright fuchsia of the bougainvillea in stone containers along the street by each streetlight. He tried to admire the blue of the sky, but it made him think of blue, blue eyes.

As they walked along, his nipples began to feel itchy, making it impossible to focus to on things like flowers and the weather. He needed to rub those hard nubs, scratch them. But Sasuke Uchiha didn’t do things like that. Nipple clamps would feel so good right now, would be just what his nipples needed. But Sasuke had never put such things on himself unless ordered by a dom during a session. If he was pierced, however, he would needed to wear something in his nipples—a barbell, a ring, or even one of those rings with a dangling stone or gem that would feel so good, tugging down. He could imagine it. Last night talking about some of Naruto’s creations he had told Sasuke he had made a number of pendants with Iruka’s name on them, heavy gold ones, that Kakashi often wore dangling from his nipples, his cock, his scrotum when he worked, hidden under layers of clothing. Sasuke shivered and felt himself contracting again and now twitching and growing hard as well.

To be owned like that, to feel that ownership on your body every second of the day, to be unable to control your own sexual organs. To be ringed, padlocked, even caged, constantly reminded your sex organs no longer belonged to you. You had no choice, you simply felt, you simply let your master make you feel, you pleased, and you suffered, and in doing so your whole body seemed like a sex organ alive, throbbing, more intense. To trust like that, to give like that, to be treasured like that, cared for and controlled every moment of your life. Everything that touched your body, that went in your mouth, that came from your body, all supervised, all permitted by your master. A master who would make this want, this need meaningful, significant, special.

And now as they were but a few storefronts away from Naruto’s new shop, Sasuke’s want, Sasuke’s need was showing. He didn’t need to look down to know that his nipples would be visible through his thin white cotton button-down shirt, his erection easy to trace in his soft black cotton pants. Only the need of his wanton ass was hidden, the craving to be filled and fucked hard--that was the only need not evident on his body.

God, what was it with Naruto? He’d never had so many orgasms, so many erections in a twenty-four hour period. Oh my god, it wasn’t even twenty-four hours. And he was feeling as horny as a sub that had been denied release for hours, not like somebody that had just been blown about twenty minutes ago. He was turning into a slut, and even worse, he liked it. He looked at Naruto, trying to see the idiot, the bumbler, the silly childish side of him—but Naruto was striding along, sexy and confident. The sleeve of his tight black t-shirt had ridden up a bit, and that red demon-like fox stared at Sasuke. He flashed back to watching that fox flex and dance on that arm as it had struck him again and again, making him burn, making him want, making him need. Even now remembering it, he was getting even more excited. Unconsciously his steps slowed a little, putting him just a little behind Naruto as they walked the last few feet to the door of little shop with the new sign saying, “The Red Fox, Custom Creations by Uzumaki Naruto.”

Naruto turned his head, and those blue eyes looked at him assessingly, knowingly. A dom’s eyes, a Master’s eyes, they made Sasuke want to look down, kneel down. But he was too proud. Then with a mischievous look, he invited Sasuke to play. “Hey, you,” he said, “you got a problem with me? You’ve been following me for two blocks, now boy.” He looked Sasuke up and down slowly. “So that’s your problem, eh?” He pulled his keys out and spun them slowly around his finger. “Needy little slut, walking around like that. Your just asking for it, aren’t you? You seem to be wanting a good fucking. Is that why you’re following me? Let me tell you, I don’t like a cock tease. I’m going to open this door, so if you don’t want pay for flaunting yourself like that, you better be gone. Or else I’m going teach you some manners on your hands and knees.”

Naruto opened the door and tossed the bags with Sasuke’s new pants on the floor of his store. Then he turned, every inch the dom. And Sasuke felt like he was a very, very lucky boy.