D/s Naruto

Chapter 16 (Saturday 16 June 2007, noon)

Sasuke hesitated for a moment at the door of Naruto’s shop, a little bit of Uchiha pride surfacing and questioning the intelligence of his decision to agree to a sub session in a shop with a big picture window, not to mention all the implements needed to pierce just about any part of his body. Naruto’s big blue eyes noted his hesitation despite his desire, and he forced Sasuke to choose. His body turned and walked into the store as if he would let the door close behind him, leaving Sasuke outside on the sidewalk alone. No! He needed, oh god, he needed—Sasuke was inside in seconds, and Naruto pushed the heavy wooden shop door behind them, flipping the lock with an audible click.

But Sasuke had fallen to his knees, looking up at Naruto, completely immersed in the role of a needy, wanton slut that Naruto was going to punish on his hands and knees.

“Open those shopping bags and pull out the studded leather belt for me, little street stray,” ordered Naruto.

Sasuke pounced on the bag and grasped the belt. He crawled forward a little on his knees, holding the belt up to Naruto, knowing that whatever the blonde had in mind it would take away this feeling he had to rub, had to massage his nipples, had to feel something, anything penetrate his ass.

Naruto leaned down wrapped the belt around Sasuke’s throat, threading the strap end though the buckle, saying, “You’re a hot little bitch, with your nipples and cock pressing at your clothes like that. Look at how hard those little nipples are.” At that Sasuke shivered, pushing his chest forward. Oh, please, please, touch them, he thought, clamp them, please.

But Naruto just straightened up with a grin, tugging on end of the belt, using it as a makeshift leash, saying, “If you’re as good a fuck as you look like, maybe I’ll keep you as a pet. Now, if you don’t want to choke, boy, keep up. You’re a lucky, boy, you picked me to follow. I’m not going to fuck you in an alley. I might even let you lie on my futon. But rubbing up against stranger like that, you must not care. You’re a slutty little stray.”

Sasuke crawled by Naruto’s side on his hands and knees as he was lead along by the same belt he’d used to confine Naruto’s hands in the dressing room. God, yes, he was slutty. He hadn’t had a cock in his ass for what ten? twelve hours? and he wanted to feel that again badly. Those three times he’d come with Naruto deep in him—the intensity of the pleasure he’d felt had stunned him. Anal sex had never felt like that before—but he never taken it bare, never had let himself just feel. He’d always tried to hold back a little, to take it coolly, to remember he was Sasuke Uchiha, and you better fucking enjoy this because you weren’t going to see his ass again.

It occurred to Sasuke, as Naruto lead him past display cases towards a curtained doorway to a back room, that he never had a second session with any dom other than Itachi—and those weren’t sexual sessions—we’ll not really. God, I am a slut—the first time someone fucks me good and makes me like it, a few hours later I am begging for it. And now, a half a day later, I’m crawling for it. God, Naruto, please fuck me again, put that demon in my ass and ride me hard like that first time when you bit my neck like a beast and screamed I was your bitch—god, in one night, you taught me to want that.

Sasuke wasn’t ready yet to concede that maybe he had always wanted that, but he just hadn’t been able to admit it, to let himself feel the hunger. But he was beginning to understand how when you were on the bottom, there were none of those little worries you tried to ignore about how hard you were, how rough you could be, if you would come too soon or not at all, or if the condom would break. There was no fear about your cock being too small, too long, too thin, too slow—no worries you were being judged, mocked, tolerated by how you moved, the pace you set, the angles of your thrusts. On the bottom, there was no need to do anything but exist in the moment and feel, see, listen, smell, taste.

Feel the cold concrete floor under his bare hands, under his knees through the thin black cotton of pants, feel the thick leather around his neck tugging him forward; see that tight ass in the bluejeans moving as if in slow motion in front of him, the golden brown hand grasping the end of the leather belt; listen to the sound of the curtain pulled aside to the back room, the sound of knife slide from a sheath and thud through the end of a leather belt into drywall, the clicks of a safe being opened, the clinks of metal in cloth bags held in those golden brown hands. Smell the mustiness and unused smell of room shut up for too long, the smell of new leather, the faint smell of sex. And nothing, nothing to taste. He could lick the leather that held him pinned to the wall waiting.

The clink of metal, the click of a light, and the sound of footsteps. That hand on his chin, tilting up his head, brushing his hair away and putting something there to hold it back, and blue, blue eyes under gold hair carefully examining his ear.

“Palm out and up,” the voice orders, and Sasuke’s is there, pale white, and then in them a gold stud set with a spark of dark sky, a navy blue sapphine. “Hold it ready.” The tingle of the alcohol on his ear. The glint of the light off the hollow needle needle.

“I’m going to penetrate this little ear with this, and put my stud in you. I’m tagging you. And when it heals, your going to wear a ring here with my name dangling from it in kanji. When you moved your head, you’ll feel the metal brush your skin—right here.” The wet softness of a tongue on the edge of his jaw, beneath his ear, on that skin below where jaw met neck.

Pain. Sharp pain, so he shuts his eyes. Fingers on the palm, the stud gone. Then the jerk on his neck.

“Up, up on your feet, over here, look in the mirror. Don’t touch it. I’ll give you a solution to use on it, no alcohol or peroxide. But for now, just look. Look at my stud in your ear, completely through your ear.”

Looking at two men—one pale, one tan. One dark head, one gold head. One slave, one master. The leather with its silver studs around his neck, the thin white shirt that did nothing to hide his pebbled nipples. The bulge in his pants of his erect cock. His ear, his ear with a piece of midnight sky glittering against his skin. Tan hands over that white shirt, unbuttoning, removing. The smooth, hairless white chest a shock—remembering being shaved. The feeling of the foam and blade stroking over his skin. His chest bare, his nipples bare, untouched, still feeling not quite itchy, not quite cold—what was that feeling? What do you call the feeling like you would do anything to feel a finger pinching, the bite of a clamp, even, even the stab of a needle? No, no. The golden brown hands ran up and down his arms.

Moaning, pressing back. Oh please, just move those hands, on to my nipples, or on to my cock—my cock so hard inside these soft pants, so easy to see how aroused it is. The hands now on his hip, sliding across his belly, a finger pushing into the little button.

“Ohhhhh, please,” Sasuke voice moaned.

“Here, do you want the next one here? Or somewhere else?”

“Wherever you want, just touch me, please, touch me now,” begged Sasuke.

“You are a needy slut,” said Naruto, “but since you ask so prettily, since you look so good with the stud I made in your ear, I’ll touch you.” And then, at last, fingers on his nipples, pinching, rolling, flicking.

“Yes, oh, yes, so good, so good,” moaned Sasuke.

“Stay here, don’t move,” order Naruto. And then, oh, yes, oh my god, beautiful gold clamps with glittering drops of dark red, that garnet red with hints of brown and orange.

“Ahhhh, god, yes!” cried out Sasuke the clamp pinched one nipple hard, and chains swung, and the garnet danced on his skin, bloody drops on golden chains. Tan fingers grab the chains and pull down hard.

“AAAHHH! God!”

Snap. Pain. The other nipple clamped. In the mirror, he sees the hands play with the chains, sees the collared slave lean back into the muscled body behind him, sees the back arch, feels his back arch, offering those clamped nipples, begging with his body for more abuse.

A growl and teeth on his shoulder and hands jerking on the clamps roughly, cruelly—a pain so intense, yet so good. His cock jumps with desire, and his ass muscles contract. Oh, god, the pain so good, so good. “Mine,” growls that voice as a mouth bites and hands pull.

`Yes, yes, yours, please make me yours now, fuck me,’ thought Sasuke—but he wasn’t ready to say that, to speak aloud of needs he still felt ashamed of, embarrassed about.

The hands lazily pulled at the chains dangling from the clamps. Blue eyes met his in the mirror. “It would feel good to be pierced on your nipples, don’t you think?”

Sasuke shivered.

“But then I couldn’t do this for at least two months,” whispered Naruto, the tips of his index fingers resting just on the tip of each nipple, pushing them in circles. Then his fingers picked up the gold chains and pulled them up, away from Sasuke’s body. He rose up on his toes as the pain made it impossible to not try to get some slack in those little golden chains running from Naruto’s finger to his nipples. “No clamping, no weights, no pulling, no tugging, no licking, no sucking. No, nipple piercing for you, not yet, not until I get enough of these.”

He jerked and tugged, Sasuke arched his back, offering up his nipples, thrusting up his crotch, moaning and panting. “God, you’re such a slut,” Naruto whispered. Then his hands undid Sasuke’s pants, and he pushed down the pants, the boxers. “Look at that slut in the mirror.”

He was a slut, for when Naruto’s hand finally grasped his cock, he shamelessly pushed up and tried to fuck that tan grip. Then Naruto’s hand slid to the tip of Sasuke’s cock. “I want to put a ring right here; I want to give you a Prince Albert. In a month or so, you’ll be healed enough to change the ring. In two or three, you’ll be all healed, and you can fuck me so the ring rubs my prostate. I can put a chain on your ring, and walk you on that. And best of all, you can can’t fuck for that whole first month, month and a half, you can’t touch the tip or let anyone else if you want to heal fast. You’ll be like a reborn cock virgin.”

Sasuke kept pushing up his cock, fucking Naruto’s hand, his eyes half shut with passion, the gold chains hanging from his nipples dancing on his chest with each thrust, each arch of his back.

“You won’t be able to fuck, but I can fuck you. I’d like to spend two to three months fucking you, little slut, filling you with my cum every night. Would you like that? Let’s see, let’s see if your asshole likes that idea. Suck!” And two fingers pushed into Sasuke’s mouth. “Suck them good, suck them like you suck cock. Cause like my cock, I’m gonna put them in your ass, no lube, just your saliva, your spit. That will tell me if you like cock in your ass. If you don’t, you won’t moan, you won’t push back and try to ride my fingers in your ass.”

Sasuke sucked, licked, salivated over Naruto’s fingers. Soon, soon these would be in his ass, oh god, soon. To be penetrated again, yes, oh yes. “You seem to like sucking my fingers, slut, just like you like it when I do this—“ Naruto pulled harshly on the chains from one nipple. In the mirror, precum leaked from the tip of his cock, and he could see his skin turning pink, pink with desire. He pushed his ass back into Naruto, rubbing against him.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” swore Naruto, jerking his fingers from Sasuke’s mouth and pulling his body back. "Hands on either side of the mirror, lean forward, and look at yourself or at me behind you, shoving my fingers up your ass." And then he did that.

“Yes! God, Yes!” cried Sasuke, “Oh, god, please! Please, fuck me!”

Naruto thrust his fingers in, spreading them, circling them, listening to Sasuke’s cries. “Yea, I thought you’d like that. You wanted to be fucked in front of a mirror last night; I knew you’d be like this, such a need little slut, so sexy I could just cum now in my pants looking at you ride my fingers.”

“No, cum in my ass, fill me with your cum, please.”

Naruto’s eyes blazed into Sasuke’s, burning him with the promise he would do just that. The t-shirt came off, the shoes, the jeans. And Sasuke stood naked, his pants around his ankles, his hands on the wall on either side of the mirror, his ass back in the air. He tossed his head and rocked his body to feel the heavy stones on the end of the golden chains hanging from his nipples swung. The thick black leather belt was still around his neck.

He heard the click of a small bottle of liquid lube and watched Naruto slick himself. Then the blonde was behind him, jerking on the belt to pull Sasuke’s head back. His teeth bit the unpierced lobe of Sasuke’s ear. “Tell me again what you want, slut, shout it out, let me hear what you want.”

Sasuke closed his eyes. If he didn’t look at himself, he could say it, say what he wanted so badly: “Fuck me, put that cock in my ass and shove it in deep and hard. Make it hurt, make it so I can’t sit for a day without feeling how you fucked me. Slam me from behind, use me as your bitch, your fuckhole just how you like it! Fuck me master, please, fuck me and fill me with your warm spunk, shoot your jizz deep in me, deep in my needy ass.”

“You want me to make you hurt? I can still see faint lines on your back and ass from a whipping. You little sick fuck!” And Naruto pulled Sasuke’s head back and jerked at the leather belt, loosening it enough to pull over Sasuke’s head. “Bend over as you were,” snapped Naruto.

“Master!” cried out Sasuke, falling forward again, putting his weight on his hands against the wall. Naruto cracked the leather belt, and Sasuke moaned. That belt would hurt, the studs would hurt—

CRACK!

Sasuke screamed and started to sob. His cock went limp. “Master, master, no I didn’t want a beating. I wanted your cock to beat into me, Master!”

CRACK!

And Sasuke screamed again, in genuine agony, sobbing. He didn’t even have a safeword, how could he stand this? But then his cheeks were spread, and Naruto’s demon slid into him and hit his prostate. He still hurt too much, was still crying, and Naruto pulled out and walked away. He sat there in position, his sobs starting to grow softer. Then he felt the cool hiss of an aerosol pain spray. He cried harder, thinking now Naruto wouldn’t want to fuck him.

“Why are you crying, boy? You can take more than this, I know you can. So tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“Master, isn’t pleased and won’t fuck me now,” said Sasuke.

And Naruto just pulled apart his cheeks and thrust in, saying, “So, you know what I’m thinking, do you? You think I don’t want to do this?” demanded Naruto, thrusting deep.

“Master! Thank you! Thank you!” cried Sasuke, watching as Naruto slammed into him, staring into those blue eyes over his shoulder.

“You’re welcome, boy. Now, you’ve got a lot to learn as a sub,” said Naruto slamming in again.

“AAAhhhh! So good, Master, so good!”

“You don’t tell me what I want, what I don’t want, boy. All you do is feel, tell me how you feel, show me how you feel. Moan for me, scream for me, cry for me, beg for me.”

“Master, Master, yes, yes, please! Oh, god, please, let me come, please,” begged Sasuke.

“Go ahead, go ahead and spray it on the mirror, slut,” said Naruto, not stopping his thrusting. His skin was starting to sweat, to glow. As he pulled Sasuke’s hips back, the demon fox on his bicep seemed to move, that arm that had spanked him, whipped him, belted him.

Sasuke came hard, cum spraying on his real body, his mirrored body, cum dripping down the relective surface, its smell rising up to Sasuke’s nose.

Naruto kept thrusting in hard, “I’m not stopping because you came. You can come as much as you as many times as you want, I don’t care. But I’m going to do what I want to your body aroused or no. You’re going to bend and spread for me when I order you, aroused or no. You understand that? Answer me, slut!”

“Yes, Master!” said Sasuke. “Feels so good, Master.”

Then Naruto’s hand reached around him to tug on the chains hanging from his nipples. Sasuke’s head flew back, crying out his pleasure. “Such a sensitive slut, my pet, oh yes!” said Naruto, starting to thrust faster as his orgasm grew closer.

“Your slut, Master, your slut!”

And Naruto jerked so hard, one nipple clamp pulled away painfully, making Sasuke scream, even as Naruto thrust in one last time and came, shouting, “Sasuke!”

Then that feeling, that intensity that was feeling warm sperm fill your insides. The blonde’s body fell forward, his weight heavy on Sasuke’s back, his face hidden from the brunette’s eyes in the mirror.

Sasuke, Naruto had cried out his name, Sasuke! Doms don’t do that—they say shout out things like mine, my boy, my slut, or just fuck when they come. Sasuke had been a dom for what—five years? Six years? He never once said the given name of a sub during a session. But now, now that he knew what it meant to hear it from your master’s lips—oh god, to hear his master call his name as he filled him—Sasuke felt the emotions flooding him, overwhelming him. One little sob slipped from his throat.

Naruto growled against his back, “Cry all you want, I’m going to fuck you again until you come two more times, no matter how long it takes. Cause then I’m going to put my cockring on you and pierce your cockhead, and you won’t be able to cum for at least a day.”

Just pierce his cock, just like that, not even ask him? What kind of asshole was Naruto? Sasuke started to cry again. This was too much. He couldn’t sub, couldn’t do this. It felt good, but it wasn’t right, wasn’t safe.

Then he felt Naruto picking him up in his arms, carrying him over to the futon and sitting down, holding him.

“Shh, Sasuke, the scene is over. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do that to you with out your permission. You’d already told me you wanted the earring done. If you don’t of course I’ll take it out, and I’ve got some stuff that will make it close up fast. I don’t want the earring back. I can make it into something else for you if you want. Do you want more pain spray on your ass? Where do you hurt, baby, tell me?”

“I didn’t have a safeword,” said Sasuke in a voice that he had intended to be cold and accusing, but instead sounded weak and rather childlike. He turned in Naruto’s arms, not breaking free, but so he was looking away from the blonde.

“Oh, baby,” sighed Naruto leaning his head on Sasuke’s back again, “You must hate me. I just assumed you’d use the ones from last night, Beloved and Itachi. Oh, fuck, Sasuke, you were scening, thinking you had no safe words? Oh, god, jesus, god! Iruka’s right: I need retraining.” The head lifted from Sasuke’s back, the arms now holding him tightened. In a hoarse voice, raw with emotion, Naruto asked, “Did you need one? Did I go past yellow, stop what you’re doing?”

“No,” said Sasuke, not wanting to use his voice until it was the voice of “Sasuke Uchiha.”

“Thank god, thank god,” said Naruto in a weak, shaky tone, and held in his arms, Sasuke could feel Naruto being to shake. His hand reached around and found the one nipple clamp still on Sasuke and released it, throwing the beautiful gold and garnet creation across the floor like it was something hateful. Sasuke felt the blonde’s head press down into his back and, then, to his shock, tears. Naruto was crying. There was wetness on the bare skin of Sasuke’s back.

Sasuke felt like his world was been shaken to the core. Naruto wasn’t subbing, hadn’t suffered any physical pain—there was nothing he could point to, to explain away the tears. He was crying because he thought he’d hurt Sasuke or maybe because he was so glad he hadn’t. He cared.

Naruto cares about me.

`He’s in love with me—it makes sense,’ Sasuke concluded in shock. He reviewed the evidence in his mind: `That face, that stunned face the first time he looked at me, like he’d just been pole-axed or shocked. The way he kissed me in the hall before Itachi showed up. The way he’d come without the touch of my mouth, my hand, my tongue, my ass when I first knelt at his feet; he came the second my eyes looked up and met his. Then, he couldn’t wait to even undress me; he just tore off my clothes. He shouts my name when he comes. He’s bought me three pairs of pants and a belt, given me a handmade gold and sapphire earring. He keeps talking like he’s going to be buying me things, doing things to me, with me, like he’s going to stay with me for a long, long time. He even talked about collaring me last night, making me his slave, basically marrying me.’

Naruto loves me.

Sasuke smiled and said, “Give me two more sub sessions with you, Naruto. I want three, one for each piercing. One before you pierce my cock, and two while it’s healing so I can beat the crap out of you for talking me into getting a Prince Albert in my cock.”

“Sasuke! Sasuke!” Then a thud and “Owwww!”

Sasuke turned his body and looked down on Naruto. He’d let go of Sasuke and fallen back on the futon. Of course the futon sat on the concrete floor--letting your head and body drop back like that would hurt.

“Idiot!” said Sasuke softly.

“I know,” agreed Naruto, but then he grinned, “Your idiot!”

“My idiot,” agreed Sasuke straddling Naruto, remembering how good it had felt last night to rub off on each other.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

“Exactly,” said Sasuke.