D/s Naruto

Chapter 22 (Saturday 16 June 2007, evening)

When Sasuke got out of the shower, he admired his new piercings as he dried his hair. There was no bleeding from his navel piercing, and he hadn’t needed the gauze pad really when leaving Naruto’s shop. Naruto’s hand hadn’t been looking so hot, and Sasuke wondered if the blonde should get it looked at. The memory of his stabbing himself, his oath of pain, excited Sasuke—Naruto was so intense, so—well—present, alive in the moment. He hadn’t been this exited about a date since uhh, well, ever. God, what should I wear? Oh my god, I’m acting like a girl! But, really, I don’t have anything to go with the black or red pants—and I don’t want to wear the blue ones since they remind me of what Kakashi was wearing, and I won’t be a Kakashi substitute. Not that I am. But he—and there was only one he—used to masturbate to images of Kakashi. What does he masturbate to now? What made him blush like that? I want to wear something that shows off my new piercing—but what?

Sasuke finishing drying and styling his hair. Naked he went into his bedroom, lying the two pairs of new pants on the bed. What would go with them? He began to root through his closet. He didn’t sub enough to really have any slutty sub clothes. He didn’t even have much that was traditionally associated with domination—some leather pants and boots, but classy, tasteful pants and boots—no laces, no studs, no metal trim. He usually just wore white silk shirts with black pants and boots when he dommed—nothing dramatic. He hadn’t been to a dance club where sexy clothes were the norm since he was in high school. Shit. Well, a tight T-shirt would have to do or else one of his loose silk shirts. A memory of Kakashi’s top of blue leather straps from last night rose in his mind—the silver blonde judo master had looked like he was wrapped up for Christmas or in some intense bondage. It had been really sexy. What if I wrapped myself in something—less crazy, less complex, but still following the same concept? But I don’t want to imitate Kakashi, thought Sasuke, frowning. But then again his top was a mass of crisscrossing leather straps coordinated with his pants. I wouldn’t look like I was copying him if I just wrapped myself in something in a contrasting color, looser, maybe more like ribbon, or maybe just on one side of my body, like down one arm.

Sasuke cursed. He wasn’t used to thinking about his clothes a lot, especially thinking about if his clothes would please one particular person. He wasn’t used to trying to dress provocatively. But a sudden clear vision of the box in his office with wrapping paper and ribbon came to him—a box with two spools of velvet ribbon—red and green. It was classier to use real ribbon for Christmas presents than the type usually sold. In addition, Sasuke used specialty paper that was sold by the sheet, not those cheap rolls of paper sold in drug stores. Heading to his office, Sasuke pulled out the box of wrapping supplies and found the spool of red velvet ribbon. Dear god, was he really going to do this? But how to make sure it didn’t just unwrapped off him, making him look silly? Fuck—this was a stupid idea.

It was at this point that Sasuke’s cellphone started flashing and playing a tune that had never come from it before. He didn’t even recognize it—oh, god, this must be something else Naruto had done to his phone. He flipped open his cell, not recognizing the number, and just said, “Uchiha here.”

“My Uchiha?” he heard Naruto say.

“Nobody owns an Uchiha,” replied Sasuke his mouth curving into a smile.

“I do tonight—the sexiest one there is, Sasuke. His body and will is mine tonight. And if he doesn’t remember who his master is, I guess I’ll have to teach it to him the hard way. Now, let me speak to my Sasuke-slut, the one whose body I pierced.”

Sasuke’s cock was rock hard. He looked into the mirror in his bedroom and could see his nipples were hard. He remembered Naruto fucking him in front of the mirror in the backroom of his shop. Oh, yeah, he wanted to be Naruto’s slut. His voice went low and husky, something that was starting to feel normal around Naruto, and he said, “I’m here, Master.”

“You sound good, slut, really good. Are you dressing up slutty for me, now?”

“I’m trying, Master, but I don’t have anything to wear, but the pants you bought me. I was thinking about wrapping myself in some red velvet ribbon, but I can’t figure out how I would tie it on my body. I guess I’ll have to just wear a t-shirt.”

“Cock-tease! Telling me you’re going to wrap yourself in ribbons, and now trying to get out of it. I’ve got plenty of needles—I could sew them on you or fasten them with studs. Oh, god, those nipple clamps you wore today would look so good with red velvet. You’ve got me so hard, slut, I can’t wait till 8 o’clock, I want to see you now. Anko left. Why the fuck I thought I needed an hour to get ready is beyond me. How soon can you be at the club?”

“I’m naked, Master. I need to dress—“

“Wear the red pants. Bring the red ribbon and put on a t-shirt. There’s a bathroom at the club downstairs, right?”

“Of course, Master,” said Sasuke suddenly wondering if this was a good idea. A vision of Naruto undressing him and fucking him in the restroom with other members coming in and out, popped in his head. “But it’s very public. Maybe Master could come to my condo and dress me in private, first.” Fuck—had he just said that? What the fuck had he just done?

“Give me the address, boy,” ordered Naruto.

Sasuke hesitated, nervous.

“I’m bringing a paddle to punish you for making me wait, boy. The address, now!” ordered Naruto.

Sasuke’s cock jerked, and he felt a wave of raw desire take him. He reached down and began stroking himself as he gave the address to Naruto.

“You’re jerking off, aren’t you, slut?” asked Naruto.

“Yes, Master,” confessed Sasuke.

“Stop that now—you shoot off a load before I get there, and you won’t be able to sit down for dinner, boy. That cock is mine. I tell you what you can do, little slut, while you wait for me. You get some lube, and you put those slutty fingers of yours in your ass. You get your ass all lubed up for me, little slut. You want that don’t you? You want me to shove my dick up your ass, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master, yes,” breathed Sasuke.

“I want your naked ass, lubed and ready and at that door. Fuck the paddle. Have that leather belt ready. I’m giving you two strokes on your ass with that, boy, for making me wait and teasing me over the phone like this, slut. I’m leaving now, boy.” And then Naruto hung up.

Sasuke dropped the phone on the bed and fell back on it. He stroked his cock with one hand while the other played with his nipple. He moaned and had to stop—oh, god, just a few more strokes and he’d cum. If he just pinched his nipple hard enough, he’d cum. Oh, god, if I stick my fingers in my ass, I may cum. Shit. I need a cock ring—where the hell is my cock ring?

Frantically Sasuke began searching in his drawers for lube and a cock ring. Oh, god, my teeth aren’t brushed, either. As he flew to prepare for Naruto’s arrival, Sasuke realized his hands were shaking a bit. Fuck. He had it bad, real bad. If he didn’t get control of himself, he’d be signing over his life to Naruto in days. Oh, god, was that really such a bad thing? Mouthwash, mouthwash—oh there.

Shit—he should have given himself an enema. Was there time? Sasuke made a quick call down to the doorman asking him to buzz when his guest arrived and was on his way up. Even as he was talking on the phone, Sasuke was searching under his bathroom sink for an enema. And where had he tossed the leather belt? The cock ring on, the leather belt and lube ready, Sasuke tore open the package and pulled out the saline enema—it should take only 2 to 5 minutes after fluid is inside, the box proclaimed. Kneeling, face on a soft towel on the floor, with the fluid in his ass, Sasuke was glad he’d put on the cock ring. God, knowing Naruto would be here, would inspecting his ass, inspecting his cock, checking to see if he was lubed, if he’d cum—it made kneeling on his bathroom floor like this something erotic, something exciting, instead of something embarrassing and annoying.

But for all his rushing, he was already empty and clean, and had two fingers up his ass lubing himself when the buzzer sounded, indicating Naruto was on the way up to his floor. After adding a bit of extra lube, Sasuke quickly washed his hands and ran to the door. There were only two condos on his floor, but he could hardly just open the door completely naked. Nervously Sasuke unlocked the door and knelt down so he was out of the line of sight, behind the door, holding the belt in his hands. He heard the little bing of the elevator, and his heart started beating faster. Then, no knock, the door opened and shut, locked. Sasuke kept his head down, but he recognized those golden brown feet and those sandals, those naked ankles.

A bag thudded on the floor, and Sasuke bowed, holding the belt up in his hands.

“Good boy,” said Naruto, taking the belt. “Stand up and let me see your cock. Did you cum like the little slut you are or were you an obedient little sub?”

Sasuke stood up, head still down, and pushed out his groin. His cock was stiff with the leather cock ring snapped around it.

“A cockring? Did I say you could put on a cockring?”

“No, Master,” said Sasuke.

“So you’re such a slut you need a cock ring to keep you from coming?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Turn around and bend over, slut. Let me see how well you lubed your ass,” ordered Naruto.

Sasuke turned and bent over. He was aware his anus was contracting, something Naruto would see, evidence of his excitement. Naruto pushed a finger in Sasuke, and he moaned. “You like that slut?” asked Naruto.

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you ready for your punishment, slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What are your safewords, boy?”

“Danube and Zambezi, Master,” replied Sasuke.

“Do you know why you are being punished, boy?”

“I was slow in serving my master. I’m sorry, Master,” said Sasuke.

Naruto cracked the leather belt. It made Sasuke shiver. The first blow stunned Sasuke—he’d forgotten how painful a leather belt could be. But he merely flinched and said, “Thank you, Master.”

The second blow, landed under the first, was no less painful although it seemed to be since Sasuke knew what to expect. And knowing it was the last one, it was easier to simply take it and say, “Thank you, Master.”

“Very pretty, boy, very pretty,” said Naruto. He reached around Sasuke and unsnapped the cockring, tossing it on the floor. “Now, what would you like little slut?” asked Naruto.

There wasn’t any reason to lie, any reason not to tell the truth. “I want you to shove your cock up my ass, Master, and fuck me until we both come,” whispered Sasuke.

“My pleasure, little slut, my pleasure,” said Naruto. “Here, on the carpet, so you don’t hurt your knees.” Sasuke knelt on the 3-by-5 foot Oriental throw rug in the center of his entrance hallway. It was hand-tuffed and thick wool. He was suddenly glad he’d spent the extra money on the rug, wanting to make an impression at the entrance of his condo. The wool was soft under his hands and knees. Then Naruto thrust in, saying, “Let me hear you, little slut, tell me how you like it—how deep, how fast, how hard.”

And Sasuke threw back his head and cried out, “Yes, Master! Yes! Fuck me, deep! Fuck me, fast! Fuck me, hard! Yes! Like that! Yes!”

“Fucking slut! My slut! Who do you belong to slut?”

“You, Master! You!”

“God, your ass was made to be fucked! I can’t believe how much I missed this ass—that god damn meeting went on forever. Oh, god, I need this, I need you!” said Naruto as he slammed in Sasuke again and again, “The best fucking ass I’ve ever had, Jesus God, you’re a good fuck, little slut! My little slut!

“Master! Master! Beloved Master!”

“Sasuke!” cried Naruto, his cum shooting into Sasuke, filling him.

And hearing his name, Sasuke came, letting himself crying out, “Beloved Master!” again and again until he stopped coming and fell forward on the rug. After all, Naruto himself had said that was what subs did—they said things like that. It didn’t mean he was in love. Not at all.