D/s Naruto

Chapter 42 (Sunday 17 June 2007, morning to afternoon)

Naruto sat in his shop in an orange t-shirt and pair of gym shorts. He’d opened the shop, but he didn’t expect any customers. Well, maybe he’d get some lookers, but who buys bondage jewelry on a Sunday morning?

It didn’t matter if he didn’t make a sale. On the way back to the shop, he stopped, signed Itachi’s check, and put it in his bank’s night deposit box. Oh, yea, he’d better go label those items sold on his online website. He opened his laptop and set about it.

It was at this point his first customers of the day came in—Kotetsu and Izumo. Naruto grinned at them. Then all three of them burst out laughing for some reason. Then Izumo said slyly, “Got your pet there under the counter? Is he doing well this morning?”

Naruto snorted, “Fuck no, he ran away last night. He’s used to being the top dog and isn’t taking it to well finding out he’s the bitch. But I’ll get him back,” he added confidently, smiling. And both Kotetsu and Izumo blinked. It really shouldn’t be possible to be sexy in a hideous orange t-shirt like that, but when Naruto smiled like that, wow!

The three of them chatted as Kotetsu and Izumo explored his shop.

“So how did you get into this?” asked Izumo curiously.

“I worked at a piercing place, and some people wanted some custom jewelry. I was the one who had to take the orders over to the local gold and silversmith, this crazy, old pervert, Jiraiya. Well, to make a long story short, I became his apprentice,” said Naruto.

“Jiraiya! He must be a pervert! He has the same name as that guy who makes all the Icha, Icha sex toys,” laughed Izumo.

Naruto frowned. Dammit, he so did not want to talk about Jiraiya’s other job. Or the fact that as his apprentice, he’d not only learned how to make gold and silver jewelry, but even helped Jiraiya with the design of some of those sex toys--ok, fuck, a whole line of them. But god, he already had a past in this town involving drugs and a string of Fs from every school he’d been to, so the last thing he needed was for people to know he once had designed sex toys. Ok, so he still made sex toys, but there was a big difference if they were one of a kind, hand-made with precious metals, and did not involve any plastic or batteries. Izumo opened his mouth again, and Naruto winced, bracing himself for what he had the sick feeling was coming.

“I love that Prostate Popper of theirs! Did you ever try it?”

Naruto turned bright red, and Izumo and Kotetsu laughed for the wrong reason. He’d designed the fucking thing. Jiraiya was so straight he’d never even thought about marketing to gay men, and he’d been happy to pay Naruto to design or select the products for their new “line” designed to target homosexual men. If he’d know how often that fucking Prostate Popper would come up in his life, he’d never have created that thing.

“Oh, yea, he knows about it,” Kotetsu was saying. “He was probably riding it last night since his pet ran away!”

“Can I interest you in a bit gag with jeweled ends?” asked Naruto.

And at that point, another man came in the shop. He greeted Kotetsu and Izumo with a smile and started to talk to them about last night at Uchiha’s.

Naruto sat back at his computer and answered his email, thankful that he didn’t have to talk any more. The gossip fest was in full swing when two more of Uchiha’s members showed up. Hmmm, maybe he could serve coffee and donuts on Sunday and add a few more stools. It looked like Sunday might be a good time to do business after all . . .

By three o’clock, Naruto had decided Sunday was a great day to do business. He’d taken four special orders, had appointments for two corset piercings for Friday night, and sold a couple hundred dollars of stuff. He had even done a nipple piercing for the waiter who’d brought the notes from Itachi last night. Somehow, he’d managed to become Neji’s sub or perhaps slave overnight. His collar was one of the special orders and not a cheap one either. Actually though Naruto thought the one he had on today was fucking hotter than anything he would make.

Bizarrely, Neji and he had seemed to get along fine today. It almost made Naruto remember why he’d liked him in the first place. And that collar, damn. It was a long thin braid of Neji’s hair. They’d had him secure the ends and fit a clasp on it. When he’d finished attaching the premade clasp, a simple quick job, Neji had put it around Sai’s neck. Everyone in the shop had clapped and been envious. The subs wanted a sexy and generous dom like Neji. The doms saw how gorgeous Sai was and how perfectly he obeyed. They’d watched him getting his nipples pierced, listened to him telling them all exactly how painful and arousing it was. After he was done, Naruto had said Sai had to come in the back for a special medical fluid that was in the refrigerator. Neji, of course, had followed—no smart dom let his sub go off alone with another dom. Naruto had just said, “You get cum on my bed, Hyuuga, I’ll kill you.”

They were still back there at it. Naruto grinned. He couldn’t wait to pierce Sasuke’s cock. There was no way Sasuke could have that done and not want to be fucked. God, he had to go fall in love with a guy that thought he was a dom not a sub. Thank heaven he was a natural sub, a natural slut. Naruto sat up straighter on his stool and blinked, looking around the shop. He couldn’t let himself think about Sasuke now, or he’d have to run into the bathroom and jack off since his bed was occupied.

Oh, fuck! Itachi! And who the hell was with him and what in god’s name had happened to him? The shop feel completely silent at the sight of Itachi with a swollen face walking stiffly as if he’d had a terrible beating or fucking or maybe both. And the giant next to him, what, hadn’t he heard of plastic surgery? What was with the scars slicing up his face? Naruto didn’t know Uchiha’s well enough to realize that what had the five members of the club in shock who were currently in his shop was neither Itachi’s face nor his walk but the collar.

In the silence in the shop, the sudden cry of ecstasy from the back room was embarrassingly loud. A smirk appeared on Itachi’s face, despite the puffy bruise on one cheek.

“Naruto,” he said, holding out his hand.

Naruto shook it and let himself be introduced to the man he was already calling “Scarface” in his mind, Moreno Ibiki.

“I’m here for several reasons that might take a little time to deal with. Ah, is this a bad time?” asked Itachi.

“No,” said Naruto, frowning. The only reasons he could think of for Itachi to want to talk to him had to do with that fucking contract, and he didn’t want to deal with that now.

“Ah, well first I’d like to pay the rest of the balance I owe you for the clamps and bracelet. And also, I was thinking it would be nice for Sasuke if he had a cockring to match them, something in gold? Do you have such an item?”

Yea, he had such an item. In his fucking pants pocket from last night in the backroom. Well, hell, he did have to run a business.

“Neji!” he called loudly. “Have your sub bring me my damn leather pants, the ones on top of the refrigerator.”

Itachi’s eyebrows rose. Scarface still looked like he didn’t know how to move his face.

Everyone looked at the curtain to the backroom. Sai emerged on his knees in a pair of black silk boxers, holding the pants. He walked over on his knees and offered the pants to Naruto. Itachi however was staring at Sai’s nipples.

“Boy, stand up and show me those nipples, now,” ordered Itachi. To his surprise, Sai just continued to kneel at Naruto’s feet. “Boy, did you hear me?” snapped Itachi, angry. He knew he’d get no respect wearing this collar. He would have to be even more assertive to make up for it.

His hand reached out to grasp Sai’s hair, but Naruto grabbed it, saying, “No, Itachi, don’t touch him. Don’t you see the collar? Neji, get the fuck out here, now!”

And Neji emerged, zipping up his jeans, shirtless, possessiveness written all over him. Itachi, his recent experiences as a slave fresh in his mind, quickly said, “Thank you, Naruto. I’m sorry, Neji, for giving your sub orders. I didn’t see the collar, and I am his employer after all.

“No, you’re not,” said Neji. “He’s quit, so tear up that fucking contract. And you can tell Kisame letting him sign that—“ Neji’s face suddenly drew back, and he looked like he’d just been hit with a couple of thousand volts.

Itachi put his nose up a little higher. It was the exact same thing that Sasuke had done in the clothing shop yesterday when Neji had discovered he was Naruto’s sub. Neji blinked rapidly. This did not compute. Kisame wasn’t even into D/s although it was clear he was into Itachi. But that was his necklace around Itachi’s neck.

“What am I not getting here?” asked Naruto.

“We have to leave,” said Neji, turning and going back into the backroom to finish dressing. Sai stood up and stared at Itachi, looking him right in the eye. The both looked at each other’s collars—the one of platinum and a rare tooth, the other of hair and gold. Then Sai bowed to Itachi and silently went behind the curtain.

Naruto scratched the back of his head, confused. But all Itachi said was, “The cockring?”

“Oh, yea, how about this?”

Itachi barely looked at it and said, “Yes, add that to the bill. Can you put it in a little box?”

Naruto said nothing but went and got one of the back velvet jeweler’s boxes he had made just for cock rings. He put it in there, asking, “Is that all?”

“Ah, no. Do you have any other nipple clamps in stock like the ones I bought for Sasuke last night, ah, but silver or white gold or platinum, not yellow gold?”

Naruto’s eyebrows rose, but he went over to a case and unlocked it, pulling out a pair of sterling silver nipple clamps on a black velvet form that had them clamped to two black velvet nipples. Instead of garnets, this pair just had tiny silver balls at the end of the chains.

“Oh, perfect!” said Itachi. At that point, Neji and Sai emerged from the back. After Neji briefly talked with Naruto and nodded to a few other club members and Itachi, the two of them left.

Naruto brought over the nipple clamps to where Itachi and Ibiki were still standing. “I’ll take those too,” said Itachi not even looking at them closely, “And, ah, do you have a cock ring to match this set?”

“What size?”

“What?”

“What size cock?” Naruto pointed to the black box holding the one he’d had on Sasuke saying, “The gold one here is adjusted for Sasuke’s cock. Do I need to change that?”

“Ah, no, the gold one is for him. But the new one isn’t.”

Naruto just looked at him. Itachi started to blush. God, thought Naruto, this is weird. Whoever beat him up took all his dominance away—oh. Oh! Oh My Fucking God! That’s a collar!

“Ah, Itachi, why don’t you come in the back with me, and we can discuss some things I’ve wanted to ask you,” said Naruto. “Maybe Scarface could hold down the fort here for a while? Just holler if I’m needed, eh?”

Ibiki said nothing, but Itachi looked incredibly relieved. The two of them went behind the curtain, Naruto taking Itachi’s purchases back with him.

Ibiki took a stance with his back to the curtain and smiled at the men in the shop. They suddenly decided that they all needed to be somewhere else. `Pussies,’ thought Ibiki after they had all gone. `If that’s the sort of wimps Itachi has as customers, I don’t see why he’s worried they won’t respect him for being both a dom and a slave. But this Naruto is interesting. So he fights with judo and a knife, eh?’ And Ibiki just drifted off into thinking about hand to hand fighting—it had been too long since he’d done any. Maybe he could get some sparring in over at Kakashi’s while he was in town. Now that was a guy he loved going up against. It was exhilarating! Itachi could learn something from Kakashi. The guy was a sub, and he scared the pants off everyone, and everyone respected him. If he could handle balancing being a slave and dominating just about everyone else, Itachi could handle it. Ibiki had known Itachi since he was a little kid. Hell, he’d cut the umbilical cord for Sasuke. Mr. Uchiha, Senior, didn’t get his hands dirty, and he was working security for them, so of course he was at the birth.

And speaking of Sasuke, here he was. “Hey,” he said, nodding his head.

Sasuke gasped, “Ibiki! What’s going on?”

It was unfortunate, very unfortunate, ridiculously and improbably unfortunate, that at that exact moment Naruto lost his temper and practically screamed, “For fuck’s sake, Itachi just relax and let me touch your god-damn cock! What the hell do you think I’m going to do to it?”

Sasuke went white and put a hand up to his chest and literally swayed.

“Sasuke! Should I call an ambulance?” demanded Ibiki moving towards him, concerned that once again his lung was failing.

But Sasuke just turned and ran out of the Red Fox as if in fact a demonic fox with nine tails was chasing him.

Ibiki shrugged. Sasuke clearly didn’t have a lung problem. Then he grinned, Sasuke clearly did have a love problem. It was wonderful! His parents would be thrilled. Sasuke was in love, Itachi was in love, and it wasn’t with each other. It was a sign of how fucked up the Uchiha family was that your sons becoming the sex slaves of other men was a moment to celebrate. Ibiki shrugged again, however, thinking of his own family. It made the Uchiha’s look normal.

Everything, everything in life, is relative.