D/s Naruto

Chapter 43 (Sunday 17 June 2007, late afternoon)

Sasuke ran, then walked blindly. He felt so upset, he needed to vomit. About a half a block from Kakashi’s dojo, he bent over a public trashcan and threw up his lunch. He didn’t know what to do, where to go. His eye caught the sign outside the dojo, and he went there. Once inside, he started to walk towards the bathrooms and the water fountain. But Gai and Lee in their police uniforms were talking with Iruka in the little reception room. They came over and talked to him, but he couldn’t really understand what they were saying. He tried to keep walking past them, but he slipped somehow or maybe tripped over something. The next thing he knew he was lying on a sofa in Kakashi’s private office with the judo master and Iruka bent over him.

“Sasuke?” Iruka asked.

Sasuke looked at them both and felt tears start to form in his eyes. He put a hand up to cover his eyes, and it was the hand with Naruto’s bracelet on it. He let the hand fall back to his side, and the tears starting to slide down his face.

“What’s wrong, Sasuke?” asked Iruka gently.

“Naruto and Itachi are fucking,” said Sasuke. “Hidan, Kakuzu, Gai, Lee, Sasori, and Deidara probably want to kill me. I wish I was dead.”

Iruka slapped Sasuke, shocking him. “Never, never say that!” he screamed. The transformation from gentleness to rage was terrifying. “You’re life is precious! Do you understand me?”

Sasuke sat up abruptly and said, “Yes, sir.”

“Gai and Lee do not want to kill you! They were very, very concerned for you just now, Sasuke. They want you to be happy. Do not presume to think you know what other people feel!” snapped Iruka, who was just getting started, “What--do you think a master cares about anyone more deeply than his slave or a slave for anyone more deeply than his master? All three of those master/slave pairs have no room in their hearts to care enough about you to want you dead. Stop acting like a little kid! Now drink this tea! And Naruto and Itachi fucking—no! Just, no!”

“I just came from Naruto’s shop. He and Itachi were in the backroom, and Naruto was yelling he was going to touch Itachi’s cock even if Itachi didn’t like it,” said Sasuke.

“Kakashi, make sure Sasuke doesn’t go anywhere, and he drinks that tea,” ordered Iruka looking truly frightening. Sasuke blinked at how scary he looked.

Then Iruka left.

“Where’s he going?” Sasuke asked Kakashi, confused.

Kakashi grinned, saying, “I hope he doesn’t start beating Naruto until he gets him here.” And then he started laughing, saying, “Oh, yea, Iruka’s beaten Naruto a lot. He’s a bad, bad boy.”

“Does it bother you?” asked Sasuke curious.

“What? Iruka beating Naruto? Hell, no, I like it,” said Kakashi.

“But, he’s your master,” said Sasuke.

“He’s punished him, not done anything sexual with him. Dominance doesn’t have to be about sex, Sasuke. Although, frankly, the sex is one of the best parts about being a submissive. So, you haven’t figured that out yet? Naruto’s no good with a cock?”

Sasuke didn’t have to say anything; his face told Kakashi just exactly how good Naruto was.

“That good, eh?”

“Yes,” said Sasuke trying not to sound heartbroken.

“So what’s wrong? He’s insanely in love with you, you know,” said Kakashi.

“Yea, and that’s why he’s playing with my brother’s cock and wants us both to fuck him on Saturday night on the dining room stage.”

Kakashi started laughing. Sasuke was so angry he did something very stupid—he tried to punch the great Kakashi. He found himself pinned on the floor with famous judo master laughing even harder. “Sasuke, Sasuke, you are a fool.”

“I know,” said Sasuke bitterly.

“No, not like that,” said Kakashi still holding him down. “Naruto isn’t like that. If he said that to you about Itachi, it was just to get you to react or because he was feeling hurt. Sometimes when he’s feeling vulnerable, he says the dumbest fucking things. And when Iruka gets back with him, you’ll see he’s not fucking Itachi. He was probably either piercing him or fitting a cockring or cockcage on him. You’ll see.”

“He let Lee blow him,” said Sasuke in a sulky voice.

“Anybody would let Lee blow them. Come on, are you telling me you would turn down one of Lee’s double lotus specials?” asked Kakashi.

“If I had Naruto, I wouldn’t want Lee,” said Sasuke stubbornly.

“Ah! So since he has you, why should he want Lee?” said Kakashi, helping Sasuke up.

“Dammit! I’ve got to learn how to suck cock! Everyone was making fun of me last night,” said Sasuke.

Kakashi grinned. “Well, I can help with that. Why don’t you start right now by sucking me? I’ll talk you through it. I can even show you some techniques on your cock if need be,” said Kakashi.

“Iruka will kill us both!”

“I’ll deal with Iruka,” said Kakashi. “Don’t you worry about it. Now let’s see your technique, boy. On your knees, now.”

Sasuke fell to his knees. “Yes, Sensei,” he said.

And that was how Iruka and Naruto found them. Kakashi still standing there, coaching Sasuke, who had his cock down his throat. “Breathe through your nose, Sasuke, deep breaths. Stay focused on how much you want to please your Master. That’s good, oh, yea, you’re getting it now,” he said.

“Kakashi!” screamed Iruka and Naruto.

“I don’t see why you don’t like his cocksucking, Naruto,” said Kakashi, gripping Sasuke’s hair so he couldn’t move.

“I said he was the only one I want sucking my cock for the rest of my life. Jesus, god, Sasuke, you call me a slut and look at you. God damn it, don’t do that, no, ah, fuck, I can’t take this—“

“You’re not going anywhere, Naruto!” said Iruka. “You two are going to work this out, now,” ordered Iruka, “Or at least, you two will come to terms for a truce. Or I will personally punish both of you. Do you understand?”

Neither one answered because Sasuke was still pleasuring Kakashi. He had let Kakashi’s cock slide out his mouth and was licking up and down the sides. “You can stop now, boy,” said Kakashi with a sigh.

“Thank you, Sensei,” said Sasuke, staying on the floor, kneeling, as Kakashi pulled up his zubon and secured it.

“You can threaten them again, now, Iruka,” said Kakashi. “Or should I? Let me just say that the two of you need to reach a truce. I recommend you try dating. It’s this quaint American custom. Now, I have to go close up a dojo, so I can go home and take my punishment like the good slave that I am.”

“Make sure you arrange not to be here tomorrow or to close tomorrow,” said Iruka in a cold, hard voice, “because you will still be screaming tomorrow morning.”

Kakashi fell to floor at Iruka’s feet, saying in a voice full of longing, sorrow, and love, “Oh, Master, Master, thank you.”

“Jesus, get the fuck out!” yelled Naruto, frustrated.

“Don’t you dare order Kakashi out of his own office, Naruto! You need a good whipping! Sasuke, show him no mercy on Saturday. I’ll be happy to lend you Kakashi to punish Naruto, but if you ever suck his cock again, I’ll cut off your tongue.”

“I’m sorry, Master Iruka,” said Sasuke humbly. “It will never happen again, I promise.”

The sound of the door slamming was his answer.

“You know, Sasuke,” said Naruto, “The whole point of being a dom is that you and your submissive form an intimate meaningful relationship. That you each give the other what they need. It’s not about being entertainment for a bunch of total asswipes, and you don’t have to listen to anybody’s ideas. I never, never wanted you and your brother to fuck me! For god’s sake, it was Neji’s fucking idea. He’s the last fucking person I’d ever want you to take ideas from—and as for Iruka, you don’t need to listen to him either. Don’t even listen to me. When you dominate me, listen to your heart instead. And Itachi tells me, you and I are banned from the club anyway. Good! If everybody would just leave us alone, I think I could get you to forgive me. Not that you shouldn’t apologize either, but fuck, I don’t need it. I was going too fast for you, and I scared the crap out of you. I just hope—“

“I am not scared of you, asshole!” said Sasuke angry. Of course the fact he was still on his knees undermined the effect of his furious declaration.

“Good,” said Naruto, grinning down at him. “Now, have you heard your brother’s become a slave?”

“What?”

“He’s wearing this platinum chain with some big ass tooth on it, and his new master made him come buy a cockring, nipple clamps, and ball clamps. He had to do it with a vibrator in him. Poor guy, I almost feel sorry for him. Sasuke? Sasuke, damn it, here drink this tea,” ordered Naruto, upset that Sasuke had started swaying on his knees.

Sasuke smashed the teacup out of Naruto’s hands, and it fell to the floor and broke. “I don’t want any fucking tea. Why is everyone trying to make me drink tea?”

“Well, it looked like Kakashi was trying to make you drink sperm, actually,” said Naruto kneeling on the floor holding Sasuke against him.

Sasuke flushed bright red. He couldn’t help but remember his fantasy earlier today.

“Do you have sperm-breath, Sasuke? Hah, let me taste,” said Naruto and then his mouth was on Sasuke’s.

And Sasuke forgot about being mad at Naruto, forgot about Lee, forgot about Itachi, forgot about Kakashi, forgot everything but that Naruto was kissing him.

And when Naruto finally lifted his head, he said, “You do taste of sperm. Did you get so good at sucking cock that you got Kakashi off and had him hard in the time it took Iruka to come get me?”

“It’s not Kakashi’s cum!” said Sasuke.

Naruto stiffened. He’d been joking. Sasuke tasted of tea and Sasuke. But he was admitting he tasted of cum? “Whose cum have you been drinking, slut?” he asked in his dom’s voice.

“Mine, Master,” said Sasuke, looking down, bright red.

Naruto’s cock hardened instantly, which Sasuke saw as he was keeping his eyes down. “I used the clamps you made Master and thought of you,” admitted Sasuke.

“What exactly did you do, my beloved slut?” asked Naruto in a whisper.

“I put the clamps and the rings from the corset piercing in a bowl and jacked off into it. Then I licked and sucked the cum from my hand just like I did the food you fed me last night,” said Sasuke, his own cock now hard as it hadn’t been when he’d been sucking on Kakashi. “Then I put the bowl on the floor and put the cum covered clamps on my nipples. I licked a little of my cum up like a cat before I couldn’t take it anymore and came again thinking of you fucking me as I did that.”

“Jesus, god, Sasuke, I know you don’t want me to say this to you, but I love you,” said Naruto. “Is it that bad of a thing for a guy to fall in love?”

“No, Master,” said Sasuke raising his eyes up to Naruto’s. “I may be falling in love too.”

“Sasuke!” cried Naruto, kissing him again fiercely, possessively. His hands started fumbling at Sasuke’s pants.

Sasuke pushed him away and said firmly, “No!” and stood up. “I’m not walking out of this dojo without any pants,” he said. “I really think it’s in both of our best interests not to do anything to piss off Master Iruka.”

Naruto sighed. He’d just about died when Sasuke had said no and stood up, thinking he was walking out.

“Yes, Master Sasuke, I won’t tear your pants,” he said. “May I take off my clothes, too?”

Sasuke looked down at Naruto kneeling in front of him. “I want my dom session with you now, Naruto,” he said.

“Yes, Master,” said Naruto bowing his head.

“What are your safewords, boy?” demanded Sasuke.

“Yangtze and Yukon, Master,” said Naruto.

Sasuke went over and sat on the couch, making himself comfortable. “Bring me a cup of tea, boy. Then, strip slowly for me.”

Naruto got him another cup of tea from pot on Kakashi’s desk. There wasn’t another nice teacup, so he put it in a paper cup from the water cooler in the corner. He brought it to Sasuke on his knees.

Sasuke tried to hold on to his anger and not be jealous that he wasn’t the one crawling on the floor. This was my idea, dammit, he thought. Oh, yea, I want to find out what he masturbates to.

Then Naruto got up and started to strip. He’d been sexy stripping in front of Sasuke as a dom, and he didn’t really vary his technique, but only now Sasuke was free to stare as much as he wanted rather than peeking out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t strip like a sub. His grin was cocky and arrogant as if he knew he was very, very sexy. And this was absolutely the ugliest set of clothes that Sasuke had ever seen him in—a ratty old orange t-shirt, a pair of navy blue gym short, and leather sandals. He started by kicking off his sandals with a wicked, wicked smile. Then he pulled the shirt up over his head. Fuck, he didn’t even have any technique, he just took the damn t-shirt off, but it was one of the sexiest things Sasuke had ever seen because of the way those blue eyes were looking at him.

He felt himself blushing, licking his lips.

Naruto rolled his shoulders and stretched, then turned so the arm with his tattoo was facing Sasuke. He looked over that shoulder at Sasuke and smiled again. It was the smile of a man that is very confident that he can please you, very confident he was going to make you melt into a puddle, and beg him very, very soon.

Sasuke’s hand went to his dick, and he began stroking himself. Then Naruto turned, facing him. The red gold ring in his navel was the exact same as the one in Sasuke’s. His fingers played with it a little before he slid down his shorts. God, that bright gold pubic hair—he’d never seen anything so erotic. Damn—everyone had seen that last night, he thought crossly. Only I should see that.

Naruto sunk to his knees, head bowed, waiting for another order.

“You said you used to masturbate thinking of Iruka and Kakashi, but then you got another fantasy. Tell me what that fantasy was or is, if you still use it,” ordered Sasuke.

Naruto said in a soft voice, “Yes, Master. I masturbate to a fantasy of having the perfect sub, the perfect slave. I’ve had this fantasy for years now. My slave’s face, hair, and body has changed over the years, but always, always he has dark blue-black hair and pale, pale white skin. I do different things to my slave in my fantasies, but always parts of that creamy white skin turn pink, even red. He blushes or he is punished. Sometimes I spank him. Sometimes I take the crop to him. And sometimes I whip him. His nipples get very, very pink when I pinch them. And when I fuck him, he gets so excited he flushes pink all over his chest and neck and face.”

Sasuke could feel himself flushing. He took a sip of tea, and his hand was shaking.

“My dream man, my perfect slave, is very sensitive, very slutty. He’s easy to make cry since he wants to please me so much. His anus is very pink against the white of his ass. He loves it when I put something in his ass. In my fantasies I finger him a lot or put toys inside him. Sometimes I put food in his ass or fill it with things that I make him shit out for me in a bowl.”

The paper cup in Sasuke’s hand (the one that wasn’t on his cock) had been crushed, and the rest of the tea had soaked into the coach. Sasuke didn’t even notice, but Naruto did although he didn’t do anything to break the spell he was using to seduce Sasuke.

“I have one fantasy where I catch him drinking alcohol when I’ve forbidden it. I tie him up and pour the vodka in his ass. It makes him drunk, and when he’s drunk, he desperately wants his ass fucked. I fuck him with the empty vodka bottle as he sobs and begs me to fuck him. Then I do, filling his tight ass with my cum as he cries out that he loves me. He’s so horny, he’s not satisfied with one fucking. I have to fill his ass again. He still begs, but I’m tired. I’m sleeping in a big four-poster bed. I take him over to the bed and tie him spread-eagled to the foot of my bed. His cock is hard again, he’s crying and begging. I shove the biggest dildo I have deep up his ass, securing it in him with leather straps. Then I whip him for not being satisfied with my two fuckings. He struggles and cries, and the whip makes such beautiful red lines on his ass, I have to fuck him yet again. He is so happy, but I won’t let him come again because it will go on my sheets. I don’t put a ring on him; I make him struggle to hold it in. He tries so hard, my little slave. But he’s drunk and so, so aroused. He comes. He cries and cries, knowing he will be punished so very harshly. I fuck him savagely with the dildo until he’s hard again, then I put a cockring on him and secure that big thing up his ass. I get in bed and fall asleep watching him struggle and weep, his cock hard for me, his ass full of my cum and that big dildo. He knows he’s been a bad slave and will be punished. But he doesn’t weep because of the punishment, but because I’m displeased at his disobedience. He cries too because he fears I’m unhappy with him because he’s a slut. But that pleases me. He’s my sex slave, a fuckhole I dump my cum in. His ass is meant to be fucked and fucked hard. He had no choice, but to be a slut, for I have trained him to be that way, to be so sensitive. Hanging there, helpless, hurting, horny, he’s the most beautiful thing in the world. And at that point, I usually come really hard, really intensely, Master,” finished Naruto.

“Come over here and suck me,” ordered Sasuke in a hoarse voice.

“Yes, Master,” said Naruto. And he took Sasuke in his mouth, and that tongue stud of his slid over the sensitive tip of Sasuke’s cock. Sasuke threw his head back and moaned. Naruto watched him as he worked Sasuke’s cock—oh, yea, his dream man wanted fucked, wanted fucked bad. He let one hand go down to play with Sasuke’s balls, and Sasuke’s body slipped down on the couch further, so his anus was more accessible. And Naruto let one finger brush it, and he saw Sasuke’s balls tighten and knew he was about to cum. He thrust his head down deep and sucked hard, swallowing everything Sasuke gave him. The sounds Sasuke made as his sub brought him gave Naruto intense satisfaction. He didn’t care if he didn’t come for the next twelve hours or however long Sasuke wanted him as his submissive. Every second he pleased Sasuke increased the chances that Sasuke would one day be his, completely his. If he had to sub for Sasuke to make that happen, he would. Hell, that was only a tenth or maybe even less of what he’d do to win Sasuke as his slave.

But that had to stay a secret. It didn’t look good to be that desperate.

Even if you were.