D/s Naruto

Chapter 44 (Sunday 17 June 2007, evening)

Naruto was suffering. He’d already earned himself as punishment tonight seven lashes with a crop along with a spanking. The waiter was insisting on describing every fucking ingredient that went into each of the seven desserts on the silver tray, just as he had described just about everything that the bloody restaurant served throughout the whole dinner. When Sasuke finally chose what they were going to eat for dessert, Naruto was congratulating himself for not making any sarcastic comments or impatient faces. But then he caught sight of the wine sommelier and groaned.

“That makes eight, Naruto,” said Sasuke. “You are disappointing me. I think we might just have to eat here every night for a week or so to get you trained.”

Oh no, no way! Naruto sat up and put a smile on his face, greeting the sommelier, saying, “George, good to see you again.”

“Thank you, Mr. Uzumaki. Mr. Uchiha, may I make a few suggestions for your dessert wine?”

And then the conversation got incomprehensible to Naruto again, but he focused on it, smiled, and tried to pretend he was thrilled at the idea of dessert wine. God, the things he was having to do for Sasuke! He’d had to order a limo, wait for him to visit his banker and do something with his safe deposit box, arrange for a personal shopper to meet them at Macy’s, and have Sasuke buy him some boring clothing that he was sure cost too much although he wasn’t allowed to look at the price tags or ask about the cost.

As for the clothes, there was nothing in a bright color, nothing tight, nothing remotely sexy. He hadn’t even been permitted to look in the mirror, but he was sure he looked like some stuffed suit. The conventional clothing combined with his earrings and spiked hair must look so stupid. And Sasuke had ordered him to let the personal shopper help him with dressing, which was humiliating and not sexy at all. He’d tried to get out of the dressing room half naked, but that shopper dude, Mr. Fusspot, was ruthless. Then when Sasuke was finally looking at him, it wasn’t in a sexual way at all. He and Fusspot had talked about him as if Naruto was a stupid little kid with no clothes sense that Sasuke had been forced to dress, so he wasn’t humiliated by him. And they’d thrown out his clothes! That orange t-shirt was one of his favorites, too! God, you couldn’t get any farther from the fun they’d had buying those clothes for Sasuke yesterday.

Then they’d gone back to Sasuke’s, which had been best part of the night since they’d left the dojo. He gotten to wash, dry, and dress Sasuke and himself. He’d gotten to give Sasuke another blowjob too. Of course, no orgasm for him. But he wasn’t given a cockring, a buttplug, or anything. There was nothing to make him feel like Sasuke cared about his body, cared enough to put him into sexual torment. Was this really how Sasuke liked things? Where had his slutty, sexy Sasuke gone? Ok, he was still sexy, but now he just seemed like a snotty rich guy ordering him around like a servant and trying to make him into something “acceptable” to drag out to parade in front of other snotty, rich guys—because that was what this restaurant was full of. And aside from the staff, there didn’t appear to be another gay man in the entire place.

God, what an awful dinner! It wasn’t that the food was bad; no, it was good, but, come on, was any food worth putting up with all this crap for? The place was so pretentious. There was a guy on the piano playing some stuff that sounded terrible. It was “Jazz,” and he’d had to listen to Sasuke and some dude in a suit discuss it. It was like they were talking Pakistani or something. He’d escaped to the bathroom, and there was a guy in the bathroom to hand you towels. You couldn’t even take a pee unsupervised! In addition, nothing was just food, and the staff seemed to think their job was to tell you the life history of what you were eating from seed or embryo to table. He felt like a barbarian and completely out of place. He’d rather have been chained under a table at Uchiha’s—at least there he wouldn’t have felt like everyone was secretly mocking him or watching to see when he got throw out of the place. Plus there he would have felt like something Sasuke valued, not an embarrassment you tried to dress up and pass off as someone else. He’d been ordered to act as if he had “class,” and all the order had done was make him feel classless.

But for a lot of subs, this would be a dream session: no pain, no mean words, good clothes, good food, a fucking hot dom, and all that was required was some kneeling in the limo and a blowjob. For Naruto, it was a nightmare, making him feel completely insecure. At least Sasuke had put a collar of sorts on him. In the limo, just before they’d gone in the restaurant, he taken out a rather ratty looking piece of leather with what was some odd mineral or maybe a bit of sea glass on it. He’d put it around Naruto’s neck, not saying anything. Everytime he felt foolish in the restaurant, Naruto had found his hand going up to the necklace, his collar from Sasuke, and stroking that center stone.

When Sasuke had said, “Don’t fidget,” he’d taken to putting his hand on his lap and briefly pushing against the ring in his navel. They both had his red gold rings there set with four matching fire opals. And soon, soon Sasuke would wear that big fire opal dangling from his ring, like a bejeweled belly dancer. Oh, god, that dance he’d done last night—with that blazing bit of fire in his belly, it would be even more erotic. Ah, piss, he was getting a boner, and these stupid grey dress pants wouldn’t hide a thing. But maybe that was a good thing. Was there some reason he could stand and make sure Sasuke saw his erection? Gees, if he took Sasuke to a place like this, he have had him go in the bathroom and take a picture on his cellphone of him jerking off or something. That would give the towel man some business! God, only an effete pampered namby-pamby would need someone to hand him a damn towel in a bathroom.

“Naruto, does that sound good to you?” asked Sasuke. Naruto blushed and nodded, saying, “I put my trust in you two. It’s been fabulous so far,” adding a smile. He looked over at Sasuke to see if his “playing nice” was winning him points and caught him looking amused. His lip twitched as if he wanted to bite it to keep himself from laughing. Then Sasuke was standing up saying, “Mayor, sir, so good to see you.” Oh, damn! For a second there, Naruto had thought here was the perfect opportunity to stand up and show off his erection, but, hell, not with the mayor.

“Sasuke! Sasuke, call me Trey. How are you doing?”

“Very well, Trey. May I introduce my friend, Uzumaki Naruto?”

“Ah, one of our newest businessmen! Please do, Sasuke.”

“Naruto, this is our Mayor, Professor Sandaime Sarutobi Trey. Trey, Uzumaki Naruto of the Red Fox.”

Naruto stood up and shook hands with the old guy, spotted with age. He was thankful his crotch was no longer a problem because he knew that Iruka greatly respected this old coot, and he honestly wanted to make a good impression. “Sir, my guardian, Umino Iruka, has often told me of the good things you’ve done for the city. It is an honor to meet you.”

“Ah! Iruka and Kakashi’s boy! That explains it! You do look like Yondaime, you know. He is very foolish man, your biological father, Mr. Uzumaki. Oh, dear, I seem to have made a faux pas; I apologize for upsetting you Mr. Uzumaki.”

Sasuke stiffened with fury. Naruto had told him last night he didn’t know who his father was, yet the mayor did! Yondaime! Well, fuck, Kakashi had had to have known all along! I’ll kill him for doing this to Naruto; I’ll kill him. Naruto had gone a pasty white, his beautiful golden brown skin somehow managing to look a sickly pale flesh color. His blue eyes were full of pain, and his face, god, his face. Sasuke hadn’t thought he could ever look that vulnerable. Naruto’s hand crept up to his neck, shaking, and stroked the stone on the necklace around his neck.

Sasuke glared at Sandaime, who bowed and apologized once more before leaving. At this point George approached with the dessert wine, and Sasuke just snapped, “No, take it away, George, and cancel the fucking dessert. We’ve just heard some shocking news. Bring us a bottle of, of, oh fuck, bring us a bottle of Glenfiddich 40 year old if you have one.”

Naruto didn’t really notice anything until Sasuke shoved a glass of whisky in his hand and ordered, “Drink.” He drank the glass down and set it in front of him.

“Sweet Mother of God,” said George in a strangled voice, catching Naruto’s attention. The blonde looked up to see the sommelier looking at him as if he was the devil himself.

Sasuke said, “Get lost, George” and refilled Naruto’s glass, saying, “He’s not horrified at you personally, Naruto, it’s the fucking whisky. He wants you to worship it.”

“Oh,” said Naruto, picking up the second glass and actually sniffing it before taking a swig. “Yea, nice,” he said in hollow voice.

“Parents,” said Sasuke in a voice so full of loathing it made Naruto look up abruptly from staring into his glass of whiskey. “People should have to take a test to be permitted to have children. People think doms are sadists, hah! Compared to what some parents do to their children . . .”

His face went so cold, so distant, so flat that Naruto forgot about his famous father who had abandoned him and wondered at what Sasuke’s parents had done to him to make him look like that. He didn’t want his Sasuke looking like that, wearing that look of utter heartlessness, utter bleakness.

“Hey, well, I got good genes,” he said, trying to joke. “The guy’s a legend in judo. Kakashi isn’t even in his league, and that says a lot. He’s one of the sacred fifteen at the level of the tenth dan.”

Sasuke snorted, “He could be the avatar of a god, and I’d still spit on him if he was here right now.”

“You want to spit on my dad, eh? Well, he’d not here, and I doubt he’ll ever come here as he and Kakashi aren’t on speaking terms—oh,” stopped Naruto, suddenly realizing that the reason Kakashi no doubt didn’t speak to his famous Sensei had to do with him.

“Let’s spit on Kakashi instead,” suggested Sasuke.

“Nah, you’ve done enough involving Kakashi and your mouth today,” said Naruto with a grin. To his delight, Sasuke turned bright red. “You’re blushing,” said Naruto in a low sexy voice, “You know what the sight of you blushing does to me, now.”

Sasuke picked up his glass of whisky and gulped a good bit.

Naruto smiled wickedly. Sasuke was so fun to tease. “Now, why did you do that Sasuke? George will think you’re as low class as me, now. He might never give you another cork to sniff.”

That comment made Sasuke straighten up and glare at Naruto. “You are forgetting that you’re coming home with me and still in session.”

“No, Sasuke, I’m just obeying orders. I’m to act like a classy friend of yours. And really, how could I forget I’m going home with you? Maybe I’m just like Kakashi in some ways. I think I’m really going to enjoy being punished by you. I can’t wait until you strip me and put me over your knee for that spanking.”

“Oh? Well, punishment isn’t something you are supposed to enjoy. Maybe I’ll have to take Iruka up on his offer to lend me Kakashi. Or perhaps I can borrow Itachi from Kisame? Or maybe I should call Neji? I wonder what he’s doing tonight,” said Sasuke, taking out his phone.

`He’s not serious; this is a bluff,’ thought Naruto. “Well, tell him thanks for not getting cum on my bed today,” he said to Sasuke, watching those dark eyes get a fraction bigger and his jaw tighten.

The two of them glared at each other as Sasuke scrolled through his address book and dialed Neji.

`Please don’t answer, please don’t answer,’ thought Naruto.

Sasuke smiled and said, “Hi, Neji, it’s Sasuke.”

“Oh, I’m out eating with Naruto at Dwayne’s and your name came up,” said Sasuke. Then he listened for what seemed like the longest time to Naruto.

“Ah! Yes, well congratulations!” said Sasuke finally, “And, yes, he did say to tell you thank you for not getting cum on his bed.”

Whatever Neji said made Sasuke laugh. Naruto was starting to get a sick feeling.

“Yes, sure! What about tonight? I was in fact calling to see if you would mind giving Naruto a spanking. Maybe Sai would like to draw that?”

“Good! Yes, we’ll be over. Give us a half-an-hour or so, we’ve got a bottle of Glenfiddich 40 to finish,” said Sasuke. “And I promise we’ll leave after an hour.”

“Really? I don’t know what to say, Neji,” said Sasuke smiling, looking genuinely happy.

“Yea, see you,” he finally said hanging up.

“Sasuke!” said Naruto reproachfully.

“Nine. Stand up, look around, and then sit down,” ordered Sasuke.

Naruto tried to remind himself that this was going to win him Sasuke as a slave. But he couldn’t help but feel incredibly ashamed that he had an erection again. God, just a bit ago, he wanted to do exactly this, stand up and show off his arousal. But somehow, knowing that Sasuke knew it was because he was going to be spanked by Neji in front of Sasuke and Sai, it seemed so humiliating. Naruto sat down with relief.

“Hold out your hand,” ordered Sasuke.

Naruto did so and felt Sasuke put a cockring in the palm of his hand. “Go in the bathroom and put that on. Take a picture of yourself with your phone as you do it and bring it back here to show me.”

Oh. Sasuke really could dom, after all.

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

“And tip the restroom attendant,” added Sasuke just as Naruto stood up.

Naruto’s heart sank, and he grabbed his glass of whisky and drained it before heading off to the bathroom. He turned around and bumped into George—a real body to body bump, and in this case, a boner to belly one.

“I’m so happy to see you, George,” said Naruto with a grin, heading off to the bathroom. He might as well enjoy it—disobedience wasn’t an option. Just before he went down the corridor to the men’s room, Naruto turned and looked back at Sasuke.

He grinned, catching Sasuke staring after him. Winking, he headed off to traumatize the toilet man. This, this was more like it. He was the center of Sasuke’s attention now. Sasuke wanted to watch his cock nice and hard for the rest of the night—fine.

Because Sasuke, you’ll be suffering, suffering more than me, thought Naruto. Cause doms don’t get big cocks like mine up their ass, and that’s exactly, exactly what you want.

And I’m going to make you beg, beg so hard, before you get some of this. Blowing Kakashi! Fuck, Sasuke wasn’t always going to dom. But as Naruto pulled out his phone and began to lower those grey pants, he decided that it was sort of fun subbing for Sasuke. Well, at least his cock thought so.