D/s Naruto

Chapter 24 (Saturday 16 June 2007, evening)

“Hey, careful, don’t squirm! Let me turn you over and check your navel piercing,” said Naruto, suddenly sounding nothing like a dom. He flipped Sasuke over on the carpet and carefully looked at the red gold ring. “This one’s supposed to be permanent, so you got to take care of it, Sasuke, so it with heal perfectly. Next weekend, you can wear the big fire opal, so it dangles right here.” Naruto’s finger pushed into Sasuke’s belly button. “You’ll look like an exotic dancer, maybe from a sheik’s harem.”

“Harems are full of women, Idiot,” said Sasuke, but his voice was still that sexy, husky voice, and there was no fight in it.

“Foolish, foolish sheiks, then,” said Naruto, letting his hands slide up and down Sasuke’s bare stomach and chest. He ran his hand over where he had shaved Sasuke, saying, “Still pretty smooth here. You look good shaved. If you got waxed, the hair would grow back a lot slower.”

“Waxing my chest? What’s next—my legs? My pubic hair? Don’t you like me as I am?” asked Sasuke, shamelessly wanting praise.

Naruto suddenly straddled Sasuke and leaned down on his hands, so his face was close to his. He growled, then said, “Shameless little slut, begging for complements! You know damn well you’re the sexiest fucking thing on the planet. But just because you are, it doesn’t mean I can’t want to make you even sexier. If you were my slave, I’d wax everything but the hair on your head and a circle of hair right around your cock. I’d give you permanent piercings and maybe even tattoo you. And on special nights, I’d give you temporary piercings just to show off how fucking hot you are and drive everyone that sees you mad with lust. I’d cover you with the most precious gems I could buy, set in my metalwork—a cockring, nipple clamps, special cuffs, a metal dildo studded just for you. I’d keep you asscheeks red from daily discipline and your anus dripping with my cum. And I’d chain you in my bed every night and make you scream with pleasure and beg me for more.”

By this point, Sasuke was hard again and breathing heavily. Their cocks brushed, and Naruto knelt up, reaching for the gym bag he’d brought. The sound of the zipper made Sasuke’s cock throb, and his ass convulse, squeezing out Naruto’s cum onto his expensive carpet. Naruto rooted around in his bag, then pulled out something that sparkled under the hall lights—a gold cockring, set with what looked like rubies. It was clearly a match to the nipple clamps that Naruto had put on Sasuke earlier today. Naruto set the ring on Sasuke’s stomach and just played with his cock for a while. Then he slid the ring down and snapped it shut. “I want you to eat dinner with your beanpole hard in your pants, wanting out, wanting to play. But I’m not going to let you come again, boy, till this pretty white cock is bright red with need, weeping hard, and you’re at the point you’d do anything to come.”

Sasuke wimpered and arched up his back, thrusting his ringed cock up at Naruto. “Don’t start begging until dinner’s over,” said Naruto, “a lash for each plea before then,” he added pinching the tip of Sasuke’s cock hard, making him cry out at the pain. But the pain only made Sasuke feel hornier, sluttier. The nipple clamps were then put back on, and Naruto stood up, pulling up Sasuke. “Let’s see the pants and the ribbon,” he said, grabbing his gym bag.

Sasuke lowered his eyes, “Yes, Master,” and led Naruto to his bedroom.

“The red pants, slut, put them on with those black boots,” ordered Naruto.

“Can I clean my ass out first, Master, and wipe down my legs?” asked Sasuke because the cum that hadn’t come out on the carpet had begun to run down his thighs.

“Do what you need to do, fuckhole,” said Naruto, stripping. Sasuke paused, wanting to watch, but not wanting Naruto to change his mind about letting him cleaning himself. He’d often made his own subs sit in his cum, spraying them naked and having them dress or even just shooting right into their pants or shirt. Sasuke had watching the faces his subs had made with the smelly mess drying on them, sticking their clothes to their bodies, so that undressing would be a little painful. He knew he was lucky, spoiled.

When he came out of the bathroom, he noticed one of kitchen dishtowels wet on the carpet. Naruto was in another pair of black leather pants, this pair with zippers not laces. He had on the same boots and a tight navy shirt that was laced together for about three inches in the middle of his chest, showing a deep v of golden-brown flesh and that sexy stomach—which was pierced with the same ring as Sasuke’s. Sasuke felt himself turning pink at the sight of the red gold ring in Naruto’s stomach. Oh, my god, matching stomach piercings—it felt like he wearing a sign saying, “I belong to Uzumaki Naruto.” He suddenly had a sinking feeling about what was in Naruto’s ear. “May I look at your ears, Master?” he asked, his voice more shaky than sexy.

“You can look and touch, little slut,” said Naruto coming right up to him, just inches away. Sasuke looked—a sapphire stud in gold, then two plain gold studs, then four small gold hoops. He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, but making the little gold chains on the nipple clamps swing against his chest. He didn’t touch, just whispered, “Thank you, Master” and lowered his eyes.

A sharp slap on his naked ass reminded him to put on the red pants and boots. A black thong lay on top of pants. He slid it on, resigned. The strap rubbing against his anus, between his cheeks, would be competing with the nipple clamps, cockring, and sight of Naruto for the prize of “thing that is driving me the craziest with lust.” Naruto came over and adjust his cock in the thong, making Sasuke quiver and the chains on nipple clamps dance.

The red pants finally on, the useless white cords around his ass and legs, his soft black boots on, Sasuke picked up the spool of ribbon and handed it to Naruto.

Naruto held the spool in his hand for what seemed like a long while, then said, “I have a needle and thread and can sew this ribbon on you. I have piercing needles and supplies, too, and I could give you temporary piercings that I’d take out before we go to bed. They heal up just like any tiny little hole in the skin would, as if you’d been hit by a few flying needles or attacked by a rose bush. You can have the ribbons sewn on you or threaded through a set of rings piercing your skin. Have you ever seen that before, boy?”

“Yes, Master,” said Sasuke remembering last year’s Pride celebration. There had been several gays that week sporting what were sometimes called corset piercings.

“What did you think of how they looked?” asked Naruto.

“They looked hot, really sexy, Master,” admitted Sasuke.

“How about a combination of the two?” asked Naruto. “I’ll sew the ribbon around your neck and twist it down your arms and sew that on each arm,” said Naruto, his hands running over Sasuke’s arms, showing where he’d place those ribbons. Then he gently turned Sasuke away from him. “Here and here,” his hands drew two lines down his lower back, “I’ll set four or five rings each, and I’d thread the ribbon through the rings like you’d lace your shoe.” Naruto’s finger drew light lines across his back. “You can’t see where I decorated your back last night,” whispered Naruto in Sasuke’s ear. “You took those lashes so beautifully. I’m not lying when I tell you your face covered in tears, even a little distorted with pain, is beautiful. The one who told you that your tears were ugly lied, lied probably because they were terrified at how desirable you were, how amazingly erotic. They had to lie, or they couldn’t go on, knowing they might never see your face like that again. Will you let me wrap you in ribbons, pierce you, and lace up your back, little sub?”

Naruto’s mouth moved to Sasuke’s neck, nibbling, licking. Sasuke could feel Naruto’s erection inside his leather pants against his ass. One of Naruto’s hands came up and played with the little gold chains and the garnets on the ends of the chains. He lightly tugged and sent them swinging back and forth. “You don’t have to say, yes. We haven’t really negotiated a contract for the night, so we’ll have to stop and do this until we talk one out over dinner. Don’t forget you can use your words.” Naruto rubbed his face along Sasuke’s shoulder, sniffing. “Ahhhh! The smell of Sasuke. I’m going to have to go look at what makes this smell, what you keep in your bathroom to make you smell like this.” And he was gone.

Sasuke already knew his answer, knew he’d say yes, but he hadn’t wanted to stop the rubbing, the little whispers. He might never sub for a piercing specialist again. Suddenly, he dashed into his office and pulled his camera bag out of the closet in there. It was surprisingly close to where the tub of wrapping supplies had been. He’d gotten the top of line digital camera, a Nikon D2X, almost a year ago for his birthday, a gift from his parents that came with some lenses in a sturdy portable bag. He’d used the camera last back in January when he’d gone with Itachi shopping for his new car. Sasuke had taken pictures of all sorts of cars for Itachi and printed them out for him to look at in the process that had ended with the Lamborghini that had arrived in time for June 9, Itachi’s birthday. Sasuke turned the camera on and checked—it still had a good charge in the batteries and room for 104 more pictures. Sasuke grinned. He only wanted one, but he had the bad feeling if he put this camera in Naruto’s hand, he’d end up with 104 photos, almost all of which would be obscene. But, so what?

He burst back into the bedroom, camera in hand, to find Naruto lying on his bed, boots and all. Part of him wanted to snap, “Get your fucking boots off my duvet,” but he caught sight of the stunned look on Naruto’s face, that look that made him feel like he really, truly was the sexiest thing on the planet, and dropped his eyes. He licked his lips slowly, hips swaying, as he moved over to the bed, gracefully dropping to his knees. He held up the camera to Naruto and said in his sexy voice, “Please, Master, wrap and pierce me as you wish. Please take a picture of your work, for your slave to remember it by forever.”

Naruto took the camera from Sasuke’s hands, ordering bizarrely, “If you have any butt plugs, fetch them first and put them on the bed by the pillows.”

“Yes, Master,” said Sasuke, remembering how that plug had felt in his ass last night. He fetched what he had—a tiny little one, a medium one, and a medium one with a vibrator in it and a remote control. Naruto picked up the remote control and turned it on. It made a quiet hum before he turned it off.

“In the bathroom, boy, lean forward and brace yourself on the counter. I’ll do the piercings first, then sew the ribbon around your neck and arms, then lace up your back. Do you want a gag and a ball bell?”

“No, Master,” said Sasuke. And surprisingly, it didn’t hurt—it was nothing compared to some of the whippings he’d taken with crops, leather floggers, the cane, and, only once, the bullwhip. It reminded him of the time he’d been tested for allergies, repeatedly pricked and poked with little needles all over his back, only to discover he was allergic to dog hair and olive trees. And then the piercings were done. The ribbon was wrapped around his neck like a collar was stitched on quickly with nimble fingers. Naruto’s hands spun out more ribbon, looping it into two long lengths. His knife was pulled from his boot and sliced the red velvet easily. Naruto made more stitches with the needle, and soon the ribbons were crossing down his arms. Naruto put a tiny stitch over each cross of the ribbons to hold them in place. Then he put ribbon around Sasuke’s wrists, tied in a bow. The ends of the long ribbons around his arms were tucked underneath and stitched in place.

Sasuke watched Naruto work in the mirror. It was a work of art. He had to admit, he never looked sexier. Then Naruto did the other arm. He stopped and went back to his gym bag. He brought over a gold master-and-slave bracelet, the master bracelet having five little chains that ran to five gold slave rings. Naruto had some specialty pliers and velvet bag with him.

“Give me your right hand, slave,” he ordered. Sasuke held it out and watched as Naruto slid each ring on his fingers. Only three fit, and Naruto quickly detached the rings that didn’t, opening the velvet bag and spilling out more gold rings. He slid rings on Sasuke’s fingers until he was satisfied, then fastened them to the chains. He went and put up the other rings and tools in his bag. Sasuke suddenly wondered just how much what he was wearing cost—the cockring, the nipple clamps, and now this bracelet.

“How much does this bracelet sell for, Master?” he asked as Naruto slid each ring on his fingers, each, a perfect fit.

“Five thousand, but it’s less if you don’t get all five rings or as thick a bracelet,” said Naruto distractedly, concentrating on adjusting the little chains and snapping the bracelet snuggly shut.

Sasuke looked down at it, flexing his fingers. “Is this one already sold or for a commission, Master?” he asked.

“No, boy,” said Naruto. “Are you trying to give me hints for your birthday gift?”

Sasuke flushed bright red, annoyed. They’d met yesterday, for fuck’s sake. As if he would stoop to trying to get presents out of a dom. He tossed his head, scowling, furious.

Naruto laughed, “Don’t worry, boy, I’m only teasing. You’re not a whore that’s bought with gold or gems or cars. It’s just for tonight, so I can admire my work on a beautiful body. Now, stand still as I lace up your back, bad boy.”

The feeling of the velvet ribbon, the gentle tugging on his skin from the rings in his back, the touch of Naruto’s fingers—it made him moan just a little. Oh, god, he wanted Naruto to fuck him from behind and tug on the ribbons—just a little, just enough to send a little jolt of pain through him. “Master, Master, it feels good, so good.”

“It looks good, slave,” said Naruto, finally straightening. He spun Sasuke around and handed him the hand mirror. Sasuke looked in the hand mirror and saw his back. Oh, god, it was so fucking sexy. He was nothing but a slave, a slave decorated, pierced, laced up for his master. A slave who wouldn’t get to come, who was only here to please. The mirror fell out of his hands, and Naruto caught it. Sasuke slid down to his knees, moaning. He began to lick and kiss Naruto’s boots, his place as a slave.

“Stay there, boy,” ordered Naruto. Sasuke stayed his head bent to the floor, remembering how he given himself an enema on this very floor, how now his cleaned-out ass had a coating of cum inside. Oh god, how good that had felt being fucked right on the foyer floor. His Master could fuck, fuck like no other. He squirmed feeling the cockring, the thong. He wanted to be fucked again, fucked hard. He was an ass-slut, Naruto’s ass-slut, Master’s ass-slut.

Master’s boots by his head. Then Master’s voice, “Head up, slave. Time to collar you for the night.” And Sasuke moaned, “Thank you, Master.” He’d been told not to beg till after dinner. What was the punishment for begging? Did moaning count? He raised his chin up, and then Naruto ordered, “Look at my eyes, slave, as I put my collar around you.” And Sasuke looked up into those blue, blue eyes, those eyes that looked at him like a treasure, his treasure. Naruto put a simple black leather collar around his neck. The golden brown hand next snapped a leash on the D ring in the front of the collar.

“Pull your pants and thong down to your knees and put your ass in the air, Slave.”

“Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!” As he quickly wiggled down the pants and thong, all he could think was he was going to get fucked again. But the cockring, the cockring wouldn’t come off till after dinner. He moaned, positioning himself. He still wanted to be fucked, even knowing he couldn’t come. He wanted to be fucked with this collar and leash on him, these ribbons, these nipple clamps, the cockring, the fancy gold on his wrist and fingers. “Master, I want you so badly, Master.”

“I know, Slave,” said Naruto kindly as his lubed fingers went into Sasuke.

“Master, Master, it feels so good, Master!” said Sasuke wiggling and pushing up his ass.

Naruto laughed, “That’s my little ass-slut wanting cock all the time. Isn’t that so, Slave?”

“Yes, Master, yes. I think about your cock, your cock inside my ass. I think about it, and it makes me so hard, Master. So hard, like I am now, Master. Hard for you, Master. I suffer for you, Master. This isn’t for my pleasure, it’s for yours, Master. Please use me for your pleasure, use your adoring slave, my master!”

“Mine!” shouted Naruto as he thrust in to Sasuke’s ass. And his hands used Sasuke, tormenting him. They pulled on his nipple clamps, stroked his ringed cock, fingered the ring in his belly button, and gently tugged on the ribbons laced up his back.

Sasuke wanted to cum, but he was just a slave, nothing but a slave. He was just there to take his Master’s cock, to take his Master’s cum, to please him, to serve him. From this point on all he was to do was obey, to try to please. But oh, it felt so good, he needed to come, needed to come so bad. He wanted to beg, but he wasn’t allowed to. “Master,” Sasuke sobbed, “Master, my cock hurts, my balls hurt, I want to come so badly, Master. But I want to please you, Master. Master, does my pain please, you? Oh, god! Aaaah! Master!”

Naruto suddenly thrust in hard and rapidly, in that way Sasuke was learning he liked to do just before he came. Then he came in Sasuke, this time with a wordless cry. And Sasuke, the slave, felt crushed and cried noisily. He was just a slave, nothing special, just a place for master to dump his cum; he had no name. He had wanted to hear his master cry out his name.

He felt Master pull out. “Don’t move, Slave, or you’ll regret it.”

Then he cried out as he felt one of the butt plugs pushed into him. “Master, Master!”

“Don’t move, Slave,” said Naruto again, and Sasuke heard him snapping pictures. Then Master ordered, “Stand up and fix your pants, you little ass-slut. You’re going to eat dinner with my cum in your ass, boy.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Sasuke.

Naruto took more pictures of him as he pulled up his thong and pants, adjusting the little white cords.

Then Naruto grabbed his leash, moving to the bed, placing the camera down. “Fetch the condo key, Slave, and bring it to me now.”

Sasuke looked around wildly, then saw the key on the top of his dresser. He grabbed it and then knelt before Naruto, holding it up like he had held up the belt that had been used to give him two blows. It was plucked from his hand, and then Master was leaving, forcing Sasuke to follow closely because of the leash. He fell in a few steps behind Master, conscious of his painful need to come, of the sperm filling him, held in him. The golden chains with their garnets swung from his nipples, and his cock was encased tightly by the pants, its contours visible. But Master had dressed him, had chosen everything, everything on him, in him. Every piercing through his body, every toy tormenting him, every piece of clothing covering and decorating him. Master led him to the elevator, and Sasuke never even thought to worry about his neighbors seeing him. He was just a slave, not Sasuke Uchiha. He knelt at Master’s feet in the elevator, happy, as Master’s hand played with his hair.

Then he was being led across to the doors. He didn’t look up, didn’t see the total shock on his doorman’s face as he raced to open the door for Mr. Uchiha and his “guest.” Naruto walked through the door, calmly leading Sasuke down the street on his leash. Only a block away from the Sasuke’s building, Naruto pulled Sasuke to him, putting his arm around him. Sasuke kept his eyes down and let Naruto guide him. He was lost in the touch of his Master’s arm and didn’t hear the shouts, the honking horns—or if he did, he let them just slide out of his mind as quickly as they entered. Then they were approaching the club, and Naruto’s arm released Sasuke. He fell back, following obediently. He recognized the tile of the club’s floor, and as his Master’s feet stilled, he knelt, happy. Dinner was soon, and after dinner he could beg. After dinner, Master would take him upstairs and give him orders. He would be alone with Master, ready to please, to serve.

“Stay on your knees, now, boy,” ordered Master.

“Yes, Master,” he promptly said, his eagerness and happiness clear in his voice.

He was tugged along, nice and slow, so he could crawl on his knees, head bent after Master. Then a table with a cushion on the floor for him under the table. He crawled under the table, hoping that Master would order him to move between his legs, to rest his head on Master’s thigh.

“In close, head on my thigh,” said Master.

Sasuke pushed the cushion over and knelt, resting his head on the black leather covering Master’s thigh. “Thank you, Master,” he said, “Master is so kind, so good to me.” And he was rewarded with hands in his hair. Resting contented, Sasuke became aware of the sound of a sub crying, crying hard. Then it was stilled, muffled, and Sasuke knew the bad sub had been gagged. Naruto reached down and offered him some water from his glass. Sasuke put his mouth to the glass and drank as Master tilted it just so. He whispered his thanks, and Master Naruto looked at him with such love, he felt the tears well up in his eyes, and he pressed his face into Master’s leg. He ate crackers, little bits of bread with butter on them from Naruto’s fingers. He liked the bread best since it gave him an excuse to lick Master’s fingers.

Then there was a commotion, a wave of sound. And Master pulled him up on his lap, turned him to look towards the stage, whispering in his ear, “Look at the bad slave, my boy.” To his shock, he saw Kakashi straddling a metal pot, crying hard in front of Iruka. A wave of jealousy rose up in him—this, this was the slave that Master had masturbated to, Master found arousing. But Master’s head was against his back, licking the ribbons on his shoulder. He could feel Master’s hand running up and down the laces on his back, feel Master’s hair brush his back. Master wasn’t watching, wasn’t looking, was looking at him, touching him. His head high, proud to be Master’s slave tonight, he watched Kakashi shit out metal eggs into a metal bowl. It wasn’t until Kakashi came in the bowl, that a little cry of envy burst from his mouth.

“What?” said Naruto, raising up his head to watch now, nestling it on Sasuke’s shoulder. “Want to come that bad, little cockslut, that you’re jealous?” whispered Naruto in Sasuke’s ear. Kakashi was now blowing Iruka on the stage.

“Yes, Master,” admitted Sasuke, squirming.

“Want it so bad you want to do it up there on that stage?” whispered Naruto.

“No, Master,” said Sasuke, but he then moaned at the sight of Iruka coming in Kakashi’s mouth.

“Slut! You enjoyed watching that too much. Over my lap, now, slut,” commanded Naruto, not looking as Iruka carried Kakashi off. He had his own slave, his own slutty beauty that was all he was interested in. Sasuke slid off Naruto’s lap and lay over it in the classic position for a spanking. The eyes of most of the diners shifted over to drink in the sight of Sasuke Uchiha, his back pierced and laced, over the knees of a new member, about to be spanked. “Don’t disgrace me by sobbing loudly,” said the blonde before giving Sasuke what looked to be a hard and painful, albeit short, spanking.

As Sasuke lay over Naruto’s lap, he let the pain wash over him. He wouldn’t be like Kakashi, crying and sobbing. His own ass was full of cum and a butt plug, and his back full of piercings, but he suffered in silence like his master wished. He took the blows, actually getting more aroused by each one as it shifted the butt plug in him and made him clench around it. Master’s hand could be felt caressing his lacing, even as he smacked his ass. He was pleasing Master, his Master. When the spanking stopped, and Master ordered, down on your knees now, he sank down with a “Thank you, Master,” and hoped for Master’s hand to touch him, so he could kiss it. Yes, yes, it was on his shoulder. He turned and kissed the hand that had spanked him, then getting excited, he started thrusting his tongue between Master’s fingers, fucking the little gap between them. But the hand pulled away, then lowered with what Sasuke recognized as his favorite steak and sauce. He ate the piece, then licked the sauce from Master’s hand, kissing it.

Naruto watched Sasuke lost in subspace, making love to his hand with his mouth each time he lowered it down with a piece of food. God, he might actually come in his pants if Sasuke kept this up. He’d not completely moved his chair back to the table, and Sasuke was now no longer under the table, but much more visible, the lacing on his back there for others to see. A few doms looked like they would approach and talk to him, but Naruto shook his head, warning them off. Christ, Sasuke was so into it, he’d probably would give him a blow job right here at the table. The image of that in his mind was exciting Naruto too much, and looking down and seeing his piercings on Sasuke’s back was driving him mad. He jerked on the leash, getting Sasuke’s attention.

“Under the table, Slave, back on your cushion,” he ordered, and his obedient slave scurried under the table. Naruto pulled his chair back up to the table and took a long drink of water. He noticed the remote for the vibrating butt plug on the table next to his plate. He’d forgotten about it, and feeling a little frustrated, particularly since he wasn’t wearing a cockring and would be completely humiliated if he came from just feeding his sub, he turned on the vibrator. There was a thud that was likely his little slave’s head hitting the bottom of the table. If Sasuke begged, he would earn a lash for each plea. Naruto was sort of hoping he would beg, at least before he said his safe word. He felt Sasuke’s head pushing into his legs, heard him moan pitifully. He lowered a piece of steak to Sasuke and felt tears on his hand when Sasuke took it with his mouth. The licks were unsteady.

Then Sasuke pleaded in a broken voice, “Master, Master, please have mercy.”

“One lash,” said Naruto.

Sasuke began sobbing under the table. At this point a waiter approached Naruto, handing him a tray with a note on it. Naruto turned off the vibrator, half listening to his slave’s tearful thanks and half focusing on the note. It read:

Dear Naruto,

You’ve dressed my brother magnificently, beautifully. His submission to you is beautiful to watch. I’ve never seen him so deep in subspace. I’d like to purchase the elegant nipple clamps and master-and-slave bracelet for him, to remind him of the pleasure your domination brought him. I hope you will allow me to purchase them from you. If not, I’d like to commission similar pieces. Please accept this check as a down payment. Call me and let me know when it would be convenient to meet to discuss and, hopefully, finalize my purchase.

Yours sincerely,

Itachi Uchiha

The check enclosed was for twenty thousand dollars, which was in fact, just a few dollars and the tax short of what the clamps and master-and-slave bracelet were worth. As much as Naruto wanted to keep the pieces for himself or just give them to Sasuke, he couldn’t because he had too much of his business capital invested in them and, with his recent move, he needed to make some sales. But he wouldn’t hurt Sasuke.

“Slave, listen up,” he said, pushing the table back a little and tugging on the leash to bring Sasuke’s face up between his legs. The tears on his cheeks were so beautiful that he forgot what he was doing and just stroked his face. A discreet clearing of the throat made him turn his head. The waiter was offering him a blank card and pen. “Put it on the table. I’ll call you over when I have my answer,” said Naruto coldly. Then he turned back to Sasuke. “Little slave, your former foolish Master wants to buy you a present, a little farewell gift, I suppose. He wants to give you those nipple clamps and bracelet to be your own trinkets. If you want them, little one, you can accept this gift. I won’t be angry. I know I have what is important,” said Naruto, running his thumb over Sasuke’s lip as he licked his own. For a while master and slave just stared at each other’s lips.

“Master, Master,” was all Sasuke said.

“That’s not an answer, Slave. Now decide because I want to order dessert.”

Sasuke’s face was so easy to read. His little slave wanted dessert to be ordered and over, wanting to be free to beg for his orgasm.

“Tug on the chains on your clamps, boy,” he ordered. Sasuke’s hands went to them, and he pulled. Desire, pleasure, and pain washed over his face.

“Master! Master!” he cried.

“Answer the question, Slave. Do you want those clamps for yourself? Are you going to put them on yourself when I’m not there and tug them like that?”

“Oh, yes, Master, please, I want them, I want to put them on and think of you, Master. Do I please you, Master?”

“Silly boy, still begging for complements? Two lashes,” said Naruto. “The bracelet and rings, what of those, boy?”

“Yes, please, Master,” said Sasuke.

“Very well, but don’t think I’m going to let you accept gifts from other masters on a regular basis, Slave,” he said.

“No, Master, no, I only want to please you, Master,” said Sasuke, looking up and—the little flirt— he actually batted his eyelashes at Naruto.

“Three lashes,” said Naruto, “now down on your cushion, little cocktease, and think about your punishment, and your duty to please me.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” said Sasuke, and his face showed he was feeling miserable. He shut his eyes tight and curled up on the cushion under the table.

Naruto picked up the pen and paper, writing:

Dear Itachi,

Your generous gift has pleased your brother and myself. Please, however, hold on to this note and check for me as all my focus is elsewhere right now. I’ll likely be staying the night, so perhaps we can talk tomorrow morning,

Yours,

Uzumaki Naruto

The young waiter returned with his little tray, and Naruto placed both notes and the check on the tray, nodding. He gestured for the food waiter, ordering a brownie, sliced, and a coffee. A hum rose in the dining room, and he glanced at the door, unaware of why people seemed excited. A tall, thin redhead stood in the doorway, wearing a motorcycle jacket, a helmet and gloves under his arm. He glanced around the room, and his gaze paused on Naruto before moving on. `A natural dom; he looks like Sasori,’ thought Naruto. The redhead’s eye stopped on a table behind Naruto, and he turned to see Neji eating with a guy with long platinum blond hair. Gaara moved towards Neji, radiating hostility and menace. Naruto looked around and realized that suddenly there was a very large number of staff in the room. Sasori appeared in the door, calling out, “Gaara, nephew, what brings you here?”

But the redhead kept moving towards Neji. Naruto felt Sasuke stirring and jerked on his leash, pulling him close. Sasuke’s head come up eagerly, his eyes following Gaara. He seemed to have suddenly surfaced from subspace, his eyes wide and a bit nervous. Naruto turned, so he and Sasuke could watch. Naruto’s hand dropped to his side, near his boot with the knife. The redhead reached Neji’s table and said, “Hyuuga, I need to talk to you now.”

Sasori had caught up to his nephew and now had his arms around him, trying to whisper in Gaara’s ear. The one called Gaara said in a piercing voice, “He has my slave’s stuff, and I need it now. I don’t want it in his possession another second. If it isn’t all there in perfect condition, I’ll kill him.”

In the silence that fell after than announcement, Neji said in a shocked, strangled voice, “Nara’s agreed to be your slave?”

“Forever,” said Gaara. “Don’t say his name again, don’t try to see him, and don’t ever talk about him.” These words, spoken in a low tone, carried to every corner of the room.

“Excuse me,” said Neji to the man he’d been dining with and stood up. “Congratulations, Gaara,” said Neji holding out his hand. Sasori’s hand smacked into Gaara’s elbow, sending it forward. The younger redhead shook Neji’s hand, still scowling and suspicious.

“Gentlemen, gentlemen, a lovely transfer. Allow me to accompany you,” said Sasori, playing the gracious host. Naruto and Sasuke watched as Sasori led Neji and Gaara out of the dining room. Naruto shook his head, confused. That was weird, too weird. Just this morning, Shikamaru was Neji’s sub. Now tonight, he was Gaara’s slave? Forever? Naruto looked at the brownie and coffee his waiter placed in front of him. For the first time since they’d come in the club, he neglected Sasuke, lost in his own thoughts. He picked up the coffee and drank it, curiosity and jealousy alternatively flooding him. He would have put a slave collar on Sasuke last night if he could have. He’d do it in a flash if he thought Sasuke would agree. But Sasuke wanted a slave collar that cost more than a Lamborghini, a collar with a 2.5 million rare blue diamond. His brother had just bought twenty thousand dollars worth of gold and hard work like it was a car wash or a movie ticket. Yea, like Sasuke would agree to be his slave. But as he sat there watching his coffee growing cold, Sasuke pushed his head into his crotch, nuzzling and rubbing.

Naruto picked up the coffee and grinned. Fuck forever. He had tonight. He picked up a small piece of brownie and offered it to his slave. The sight of that pink mouth chewing and swallowing above the black leather collar made Naruto forget the future. He had a slave to feed.

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A/N: Thanks Igno for the list of typos and the great suggestion of a corset piercing! Thanks as well to all my reviewers! You're making it so fun to write this, I'm having trouble getting anything else done. I haven't even read 2 of my new batch of 5 yaoi manga that arrived in the mail on Wednesday! This is probably it for a while since I've got some busy times at work ahead of me in the next two weeks, but it's a long one. By the way, please give me suggestions for who can dom Neji and let him get over his childhood traumas.
Thanks again!
Love,
Hestia