D/s Naruto

Chapter 30 (Sunday 17 June 2007, 3:00 A.M.)

It was one of those nights the workers at the club liked best. It was around 3 A.M., and a bunch of tables were pushed together near the entrance of the dining room. Itachi was at one end of the tables, and Kisame at the other. Sasori had Deidara on his lap; Hidan had Kakuzu next to him, chained securely to his chair. Kotetsu and Izumo were relaxing along the other side of the table. Zetsu was down in the control room; Yuura had the front desk. Genma was sucking on a cinnamon stick and teasing Kotetsu about his hair, while Aoba was a little drunk and had put on his sunglasses and was about three exchanges behind everyone in the conversation.

When Naruto entered and walked up to Itachi, everyone was stunned. Never had Sasuke looked so fuckable—who would leave him on a night like that? Itachi suddenly started feeling even better than he had when he saw Naruto. He called for drinks, called for his twenty-thousand dollar check, and was very pleased at how upset the blonde seemed to be.

“Ah, Itachi, I’d like to talk to you about Sasuke. Maybe we should go to your office?” asked Naruto.

Itachi waved his hand, saying, “We’re all family.”

Naruto’s eyebrows went up, and he said, “Well, Sasuke wants to see Shizune tomorrow. He says his chest hurts because he’s been subbing too much, and I don’t know his limits like you do. He says he’s too frail to sub more than once a month. At that everyone started laughing, and Naruto cursed, “Fuck! I knew he was full of shit! Your brother has issues, Itachi.”

“Tell me about it, Naruto,” said Itachi smiling but serious.

“What kind of gay man can’t suck cock?” asked Naruto.

At that Genma spit out his cinnamon stick and laughed so hard he fell off his chair.

“My brother,” said Itachi. “So how does he like the little toys?”

“He’s planning to put them on me next Saturday. I’m subbing for him. He’s going to send me around a contract,” said Naruto.

“Oh, my, well, I handle his contracts for him, so,” here Itachi snapped his fingers and sent Izumo off to fetch a contract, “stop a while and let me hear what your willing to permit. You know, Neji thought you would look good with Sasuke’s and my cock up your ass on that stage.”

“It figures he’d think that! He doesn’t have the balls to take more than one cock in him,” said Naruto.

“And you do?” asked Itachi.

“Yea, if Sasuke wants me to take two cocks on a stage, I don’t have a problem with that,” said Naruto. “What, any of you got a problem with that?” demanded Naruto.

“Oh, can I suck him off, Sasori? He’s so wild, like firestorm,” said Deidara.

“Ask Sasuke. If he lets you, I don’t care—after all, like the man said, Sasuke isn’t going to give him any head!” said Sasori.

“What if he wanted to just let you be taken by anyone? Just strapped you down to a table and let anyone fuck your ass?” asked Hidan.

“As long as they are clean and tested,” said Naruto.

“What about something like Kakashi?” asked Izumo. “Would you let him do that to you?”

“Sure,” said Naruto. “You don’t think Kakashi’s in heaven now?”

“Yea, but Sasuke’s not Iruka,” pointed out Kotetsu.

“Ewww—thank god,” said Naruto, “Iruka’s like a dad to me.”

“Ok, so wax play?” asked Itachi.

“Sure,” said Naruto.

“Full sensory deprivation?” asked Kakuzu, mentioning his favorite thing.

“Yea,” said the blonde.

“Ok, Ok,” said Itachi, “Let’s just go alphabetical. Abrasion?”

“No scarring and must stop if the skin breaks. Until then, fine,” said Naruto.

“Ageplay?”

“Not as an infant. I can play a kid or a teen, but no diapers,” said Naruto.

“And I think you’re ok with anal torture,” said Itachi.

“As long as I have a safe word, yea,” agreed Naruto.

“Ass worship—rimming, queening stool, smotherbox, human toilet?” asked Itachi.

“Rimming, oral sex, face sitting, ok. No shit play, no human toilet,” said Naruto.

“Body Serving, Body Worship—oh here, just cross of the stuff you won’t allow,” said Itachi tossing him the contract and a pen.

Naruto frowned and started going through it seriously, periodically rubbing his chin and the back of his head. Just when the conversations his appearance interrupted picked up again, he looked up and asked, “Is snake play here the sub plays a snake or dom and sub literally play with snakes like over at Manda’s, that stuff Iruka’s always freaking out over?”

The word Manda’s set off a current of discontent around the table, and in the doorway, Maito Gai, said, “What’s happened at Manda’s that’s got Iruka upset now? I told you Itachi if there is anyone who can give me information on hormone use over there, we can promise anonymity, unless it leads to a prosecution and then there’s a reward.”

Kakuzu said suddenly in a loud and aggressive voice unlike the one he’d been using all night, “Reward? Itachi, you didn’t tell me there was reward offered for information on T shots or the Big T trade over at Orochimaru’s!”

Hidan cursed, but he also pulled out a key and unlocked the padlock chaining his sub to his chair.

Kisame, Gai, and Kakuzu had talk in lowered voices that couldn’t be heard at the table, but at any rate, most of the focus was now on teasing Hidan. “You sure he didn’t find you on a job, Hidan?” asked Kotetsu.

“He could be the next Dog,” said Sasori. “I think American’s ready for a gay bounty hunter show,” he added sounding amazingly sincere.

“And he can do a whole special episode on restraints with demonstrations,” added Izumo, who really wasn’t as quiet or shy as people thought, despite the fact that he hid almost half his face with his hair.

“But that’s terrible idea,” said Aoba, confused.

Everyone looked at him, annoyed with his slowness.

“Your sub, or is it slave?” after a few voices called out the latter, Naruto continued, “Your slave is a bounty hunter?”

“Yes,” said Hidan with a sign. “He mostly works local skips, minor stuff.”

“It’s why when Kakuzu’s at the club, Hidan keeps him in lots of bondage--tight corsets, hoods, the whole shebang--otherwise, he’ll skip out chasing marks,” said Genma, “cause after all with a dom like Hidan, who wouldn’t run?”

“Genma!” roared Hidan jumping up.

“Gentlemen!” barked Itachi, and Hidan sat down and Genma straightened up. “To return to your question, Naruto, snake play here involves the sub slithering around. Yes, boy, what is it?” said Itachi, the last question addressed to Gai’s sub Lee, who had crawled over to Itachi and was now on the floor at his feet, kissing his boot. He had asked the question in a kind voice, not wanting a repeat of yesterday’s loss of bladder control although he was pretty sure that was Gai’s fault for forgetting to let his sub take care of his needs. Lee was a good cop, and he wasn’t, even in subspace, usually afraid of anything but not failing to please Gai.

“Master Gai ordered me to entertain the table as you wish, to please the Masters here at your command, Master Itachi. I beg you to command me, Master, I will not fail you!” said Lee passionately.

“Suck off, Master Naruto, here, then boy, and if your master isn’t back, work your way around under the table blowing everyone. Swallow every drop of cum, or you’ll get a paddling right on this table,” ordered Itachi. “Lee’s a very good cocksucker, Naruto. Boy, go ahead and undo his pants and get that dick down your throat before I whip your ass for insubordination. You’re not likely to get another chance at experiencing Lee, Naruto, so just fill out your form and let it happen. Besides, we all know that you didn’t get good head from Sasuke.”

“Sasuke sucks cock fine,” said Naruto defensively. “He just said I was his first blow job where he did any work, so I was wondering if he had been living as a straight. He had that sort of inexperienced technique of all newbies, but, fuck, he’s enthusiastic. I’d take his cocksucking any day, any time, over anyone’s.” Naruto’s passionate statement might have been more believable if at that moment his eyes hadn’t crossed, and he bent forward letting out an “ooofff.”

“Give him your double lotus special, Lee,” said Itachi with a wicked grin. “So, Naruto, what was it you were saying about Sasuke?”

“Sasuke!” shouted Naruto throwing his head back, cumming in Lee’s throat.

“No!” screamed Sasuke, suddenly exploding into the room, a blur of red, white, and black. Everyone froze in shook as Sasuke raced down the length of the table and pulled Lee off of Naruto’s crotch by his hair and began punching him. Genma swallowed his cinammon stick and started choking. Kotetsu after a moment’s hesitation gave him the Heimlich, which shot the stick out and across the table like a projectile. Deidara tried to pull Sasuke off Lee and got a kick in the balls which made Sasori tackle Sasuke, his red head slamming into Sasuke’s side as he tackled him, leaving a bloody and confused Lee swinging his arms to block punches that were never going to be thrown.

Sasori landed with Sasuke under him and his hands went to Sasuke’s throat choking him. “Never, never, never touch my slave, you little runt!” he was screaming.

But he suddenly went silent and all that could be heard was Naruto screaming, “Sasuke, Sasuke, are you alright?” The question seemed a little stupid as it was Sasori who had a blade to his throat, right against the skin. Everyone went still—one jostle, one surprising noise, one slip of Naruto’s hand, and Sasori’s jugular vein might be slit and he could bleed out even though the hospital wasn’t but six blocks away.

“Idiot! Put the fucking knife away and put your cock in your pants, you fucking whore! You got off ten times today with me, and that’s not fucking enough for you!”

“How’s your chest pains, asshole?” demanded Naruto, throwing the knife down on the table. Naruto stepped around Sasori as Sasuke scrambled to his feet. “I thought you couldn’t do any more vigorous activity, you lying little shit!” accused Naruto stepping up so he was only a foot from Sasuke. “So punching a poor sub whose under orders from your big bad brother who scares him so much he pees his pants, oh, yea, that’s not vigorous! Got plenty of energy for that, do you little cockslut?”

“You’re the slut!” retorted Sasuke, slapping Naruto rather than punching him. And that was all it took for the fight to start. It was, however, surprisingly “gentle” for two fighters that had just drawn a little blood with fist and knife. They used judo. Of course judo isn’t meant to be done in a room with furniture. They pushed each other around pushing the furniture back as they struggled for dominance. Sasuke appeared to be trying alternatively for hand or leg throws while each time they broke apart, Naruto seemed to be going for a chokehold to force Sasuke into submission. Several chairs and tables were knocked aside before Sasuke used a sacrifice throw to send Naruto off into yet another table. The table slowed Naruto’s rise, and both were on their feet, returning to yet another struggle on their feet.

It was at this point Aoba put his foot in his mouth as usual, saying, “Why is Sasuke so mad about a blowjob? Everybody knows he doesn’t suck cock, so Naruto saying he gives horrible head shouldn’t be a surprise.”

Aoba’s comment seemed to drive Sasuke into a rage, as he abandoned judo and just flew at Naruto. Naruto threw him into a few chairs, shouting, “I didn’t say that, he’s lying. I love how you suck my cock! I don’t want anybody but you to suck my cock for the rest of my damn life!”

“Shut up! Shut up! You idiot! You fucking idiot!” screamed Sasuke, now circling Naruto more cautiously. But in his circling, Sasuke suddenly caught sight of Hidan, who had gotten up to spy on Kakuzu and stopped in the doorway to the foyer to pick up the bag Sasuke had dropped. He’d pulled one the gold and garnet nipple clamps from it and was holding it up against his chest, almost fully exposed in yet another skimpy shirt that bared both bellybutton and nipples.

“Hidan!” screamed Sasuke, suddenly running at the table, jumping first on Naruto’s empty chair and scooping up Naruto’s knife and then up on the table itself. Shocked, everyone focused on Sasuke as he shouted, “You put on that nipple clamp, I’ll cut it off you and take your man tit with it!”

But at this point Naruto leaped up behind him and put Sasuke into a chokehold. He caught his knife as it feel from Sasuke’s fingers and shoved it in his boot, in a smooth move with his one leg curled up almost to ass. He released the hold, hefted Sasuke over his shoulder, his hand coming up between Sasuke’s legs to grip his balls in the tight pants. “Stop squirming, Sasuke, or I’ll crush your jewels,” he threatened, running down the table with him and gracefully jumping over Kisame’s empty chair and landing on his feet despite having someone taller than him over one shoulder.

He didn’t have to ask Hidan for the bag, he merely held out his hand, and Hidan gave it to him. Naruto spun around and shouted to Itachi, “Everything but scars, shit, and permanent ink, Itachi,” before leaving with Sasuke whose head was dangling down by his ass. The gauze pads on Sasuke’s back reminded everyone of the corset piercing Sasuke had worn early, and Sasuke’s prior submission. Somewhere by the door, out of sight from the dining room, Naruto’s voice flew back, “Oh and teach the asshole in the goggles to speak the truth, or I’ll fix him so he’ll never need a gag again!”

Aoba flinched, and his mouth flapped open.

But no sooner was he gone that Sasori was angrily demanding Itachi ban both Naruto and Sasuke. He was furious over Deidara having been kicked. Itachi turned to Lee, concerned that there might be legal trouble. It was in fact illegal to carry a concealed knife in town. But when he asked Lee if was going to arrest either Naruto or Sasuke, Lee just sighed and said fervently, “Oh they are so in love, that bright new stage of love! Watching them Saturday will be something special!”

“They are a security risk. You can’t let them back in the club!” insisted Sasori.

“I’ll have Ibiki go and assess them as a security risk,” said Itachi, “I promise I won’t let either back into the club until he approves them.” Ibiki was the head of security for entire wealthy Uchiha family. He’d also been a mercenary and had some serious scars that no one dared ask him about.

“Only if Baki clears them as well,” said Sasori sulkingly. Baki was the head of security of the not quite so wealthy Suna family, another tall, powerful, deadly man.

“Agreed,” said Itachi, and everyone breathed easier.

“Well, it looks like we missed some fun,” said Kisame from the doorway. “Shall we break out some alcohol and trade stories?”

And so the drinking started. By the time the sun rose up, the stories had been embellished beyond recognition, to the point that few not there believed them.

But whether they did or not, everyone, absolutely everyone, was going to be at Uchiha’s next Saturday.