D/s Naruto

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NEW Note: I had to change some of Sasuke's speeches for a later chapter to make sense.

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Chapter 45 (Sunday 17 June 2007, evening)

On the way to Neji’s, Naruto knelt in the back of the limousine and gave Sasuke his third blowjob of the night. As he sucked on Sasuke’s cock, he thought rather triumphantly, `You can get sucked off all you want, Sasuke, it’s not going to make that aching desire in your ass go away.’

It seemed like too soon, the limo pulled up. Naruto leaped up and opened the door for Sasuke. He was now under orders to behave like a sub, not a “classy friend.” Even knowing the spanking lay ahead, he felt better. He was the center of Sasuke’s attention now, not some fucking clothes, music, food, or wine. Naruto followed Sasuke to the door a few feet behind him, head down.

“Sasuke!” said Neji, “Come in and meet Sai, my new housemate and sometimes sub.”

“And always slave,” said Sai.

“Hey, you don’t have a slave collar, yet, boy,” said Neji, “and slaves don’t paint and get to make cocky comments like that.”

Sasuke laughed and said, “Hi, Sai, I’m Sasuke. Sorry I wasn’t around Friday to train you, but maybe I’ll get the chance to some other day.”

“No!” said Sai and Neji together.

“I’m sorry, oh, did you quit?” asked Sasuke.

“Yes!” said Sai and Neji again, and all three of them laughed. Naruto had knelt down behind Sasuke and was scowling.

“I do have a slave collar,” said Sai. “I’m wearing it.”

“Well, if he is your slave, Neji, you sure have a wild one,” said Sasuke. “But, damn, that’s a hot collar—your hair?”

“Yes,” said Neji. “But come on in. Sai brought down a spanking bench from the playroom upstairs in case you’d prefer that to my lap.”

“Which would you rather draw, Sai?” asked Sasuke.

“On the lap, please,” said Sai.

“On the lap it is,” said Sasuke. “Do you prefer clothed or unclothed, Sai?”

“Could you have him stand up and turn around slowly?” asked Sai.

“Do it, boy,” ordered Sasuke.

Frowning, Naruto stood and obediently turned around slowly. The room was very silent.

“I didn't realize he could look so good,” said Sai. Naruto jerked his head up, surprised. The three dark-haired men with their pale skin stood staring at him with open admiration on their faces.

“Me neither,” said Neji. “It’s fucking amazing, Sasuke.”

Naruto blinked, surprised, and then remembered he was a sub and looked down.

“May I sketch him in those clothes first before you have him strip?” asked Sai.

“Yes,” said Sasuke. “Obey, Sai, boy. Position yourself as he orders.”

“Yes, Master,” said Naruto.

“Ah, Sasuke, could you come in the kitchen with me for a second?” asked Neji.

“Sure,” he said, and the two disappeared. As soon as they were out of the room, Naruto said, “Hey, do I really look ok in this dull looking crap? Or were you all being sarcastic?”

“Come,” said Sai, gesturing for Naruto to follow him. They entered a room that looked like an art store had exploded in it. There was a full-length mirror set up near the biggest easel, and Sai gestured for Naruto to look in it. Naruto moved in front of it, Sai watching him, standing just behind him.

Cripes! For a minute Naruto didn’t even recognize himself. He looked—he looked fine! Hell, he looked sophisticated, and that wasn’t a word Naruto associated with himself. In the mirror, a rich, elegant, posh blonde looked back at him. The dark grey-blue shirt and grey pants were simple in style, but that sort of simplicity that costs a small fortune. The boring grey-blue shirt looked anything but boring on him, making his eyes look a stunning blue, and somehow making the color of his hair and skin look, well, amazing. The belt and shoes Sasuke and Fusspot had decided on added just the right touch. The contrast with his spiked hair and earrings somehow made the whole look hotter, sexier, not stupid. He felt suddenly humiliated that, in fact, he didn’t know anything about how to dress.

“Where do you want me?” he asked gruffly, trying not to show that he was upset.

“Just stay right there, don’t move,” said Sai, picking up a sketchbook and pencil.

Naruto sighed and kept staring at himself in the mirror, trying to work out how he felt. On one hand, he did look good. On the other hand, he didn’t like looking good like this. He wasn’t a rich playboy like Sasuke. Fuck! But what was wrong with being rich enough not to have to work? It wasn’t Sasuke’s fault. And hell, it sure didn’t look like Sasuke had had an easy life. Hmmm, so the cliché of the poor little rich kid just might be true. Well, if it was a look good enough for Sasuke, it was good enough for him. Just because he grew up poor, he didn’t have to resent anyone who had money. Fuck, he had money now. No, what was wrong with these clothes wasn’t the clothes, it was that they seemed to suggest Sasuke didn’t like him the way he was. But he said he was falling in love with me, thought Naruto.

“Keep thinking about what you are thinking about right now,” order Sai. “I want to see that expression stay on your face.”

Naruto sighed, but then he thought about Sasuke saying, “I love you, Master.” Oh, Sasuke. My Sasuke. My adorable slutty Sasuke. How I’m going to make you suffer and how you are going to love it. Silly boy, playing at dom. Naruto’s hand went up to the necklace around his neck without him realizing it.

“He put that around your neck, didn’t he?” said Sai.

“Yea,” said Naruto, his voice soft and sort of dreamy, thinking about fucking Sasuke as he cried out, “I love you, Master.” Yea, that was so going to happen and happen soon. Oh, Sasuke. And Naruto no longer saw himself in the mirror, no longer fretted over his new clothes. He just stood there dreaming of Sasuke, a Sasuke in love with him, his perfect love slave.

“What would you charge for a painting of that, Sai?” asked Sasuke in a very serious voice, suddenly waking up Naruto. He looked in the mirror to see that Neji and Sasuke were looking at what Sai had drawn, extremely impressed.

“He really loves you,” said Neji in a surprised voice.

Naruto suddenly felt naked, embarrassed.

“Yea, he’s fucking crazy about me,” said Sasuke in a voice full of satisfied pride.

Oh shit. That didn’t sound like someone desperate for cock at all. That sounded like a Master talking about his slave. A very confident, sure Master.

“Can you have him strip now?” asked Sai.

“Strip, boy, and try for a little more style than you had earlier today,” said Sasuke.

Oh, the little shit—more style! He was fucking drooling in the dojo! I’ll give him some fucking style! Naruto turned around and looked at the three of them. Three men with dark, dark hair. Three men with pale, pale skin. Three men who looked just how he liked his men to look. Three men who wanted to see him naked. He smiled at them slowly, lowering his eyes. The mirror would be perfect. They could seem him from both sides. He rolled one shoulder, then tilted his head, letting his eyes slid shut and his mouth open a little, like he was very, very aroused. Well, hell, I am aroused. Yes, my whole body is one sensual mass. He let his tongue lick his lips and put one hand on his belly to feel that ring in it. He imagined Sasuke licking that ring, and let himself moan. He let his hand slid up the soft fabric of the shirt, imagining it was Sasuke’s hand, making love to him. He caressed his nipple through the shirt, his upper arm, his throat. The thought of Sasuke touching him, sliding his hands up him, whispering to him, oh, yes, he rolled his head around, moaning some more.

Then his eyes opened a bit, and he looked at his audience. They were so pretty all of them. So pretty, and so interested in him. Oh, god, that was exciting. Naruto undid one button and let his hand go inside his shirt and play with his chest hair. Oh that felt good. What would it feel like to have three gorgeous men, striping him, caressing him, licking him, kissing him . . .

He undid another button and then moved his hand to his nipple, playing with it. He imagined one of the figures touching him growing impatient, ripping the shirt. Oh, yes, that would have style. He drew his right hand out of his shirt, letting it slide down his body, and then slid his left hand in his shirt to pinch his right nipple. He moaned a little moving his body, shifting it, like he was struggling with his own hand. And then the right hand came up and ripped. One button just popped out of the buttonhole, but the other flew off and the sound of it coming off was satisfyingly violent.

He spun around imagining himself fighting hands tearing at his clothes, then submitting. When he turned back towards his watchers, he put an expression of pain on his face, and he pulled out the tucked in parts of his shirt, unbuttoned the last few buttons, and took it off, imagining he was a scared and terrified virgin. He turned his back on them, sliding to his knees, curling his shoulders as if he wanted to hide. But then he peeked in the mirror under his lashes. Oh, yes, they wanted him, they wanted to see him naked.

And then he smiled, smiled his wicked, confident dom’s smile. And stood up and undid the belt. He turned, pulling the belt out. He snapped it, the sound loud and violent, then tossed it aside. He put his hands to the fly of the pants, then spun around and shook his butt at them. He looked at himself in the mirror. Fuck he looked good. He’d do himself in a second. Yea, and he leaned into the mirror and kissed himself, rubbed his body against the mirror. He turned around and began undoing the pants, sliding them down, all the while rubbing his ass against the ass in the mirror, glancing over his shoulder at the Naruto in the mirror, telling him with his eyes, yea, I’m striping for you, I’m going to fuck you, boy.

But the pants didn’t want to come over the shoes, so he lay down on the floor on his back and raised up one foot and undid the shoe, pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder, then the sock. He stopped to moan a bit and push up his erect cock in the air, before going on to the other shoe and sock. Then the pants slid off. But now he was on his back on the floor, and he just lay there, shutting his eyes, and played with himself. He stroked his cock, rubbed his balls, plucked at his nipples. Then he rolled over and rubbed himself on the floor. Oh, god, he did want to come, he did want to be fucked, he wanted to be fucked by all of them. He raised up his ass in the air, moaning, sliding a hand back, running his fingers over his anus, stimulating that sensitive starburst, clenching and releasing his buttcheeks.

“God, Sasuke, please fuck him,” said Neji. “or let Sai fuck him, or better yet the two of you fuck him. You look like twins, you know. You and Sai on either side of Naruto, god, even better than you and Itachi.”

“You sick fuck, Neji!” cried out Naruto, rolling over and sitting up. “Do you know how much your fucking incest, twin fantasy thing hurt Sasuke’s feelings? Don’t be talking about us with Itachi. Cripes, you just collared a slave, and you’re drooling over me and my dom. God, I am so going to beat your ass later on!”

“No one beats Neji but me,” said Sai. He put down his sketchbook and stood up slowly, moving towards Naruto. “You talk pretty big for a guy lacking a penis.”

“I thought artists had to study anatomy,” said Naruto, standing up. “If you can’t see I’ve got a cock right here, you need a lesson.”

“That’s not a cock,” said Sai. “This is a cock,” he declared, dropping his pants.

Naruto’s and Sasuke’s mouths both fell open. Neji started laughing and moved up behind Sai and put his arms around him, trying to say something, but having trouble because he couldn’t stop laughing.

“Sai—oh god, uh, Sai, it’s ok, you don’t have to threaten everyone that threatens me. Come on, oh my god—“ Neji bent over, laughing. “In the future, can you wait until someone at least takes a swing at me before you, ah, pull out the weapons of mass distraction?”

“Sasuke, let’s go home, please,” pleaded Naruto.

“God, he’s as bad a sub as you are, Sasuke,” said Neji.

“Sasuke is the supreme sub! And he’s much better looking than Sai!” said Naruto hotly.

“Naruto is correct, Neji, about Sasuke’s subbing. I watched him last night, and Sasuke was excellent. Naruto also shows good potential. He doesn’t disobey because he disrespects his dom; he is trying to protect Sasuke just as I am protecting you.” Sai turned around in Neji’s arms and began to kiss Neji fiercely, possessively, masterfully.

Damn, Sai was pretty fucking cool. It was so annoying. Because Naruto wanted to just go over and grab Sasuke and kiss him exactly like that, and it was really unlikely Sasuke would kiss him back the way Neji was. Shit, they were going to start fucking in about two seconds.

CRACK!

“Sasuke!” Damn, when had he picked up that belt?

CRACK!

“Master, Master, I’m sorry!” cried Naruto. Cripes, a spanking and the crop lay ahead, and now Sasuke’s adding on some belt action.

“Get in there and lay down on the spanking bench, now, you disobedient dog! Shaming me like that! I’m going to beat your ass with this belt before you get your spanking. Now run, bitch, run!”

Naruto ran back into the other room with Sasuke chasing him and smacking him with the belt. He threw himself on the bench, a little stunned at how hard and fast the blows were coming. Oh, god, Sasuke was really, really mad at him. God, that belt hurt, it really hurt. But god, if Sasuke was this mad, he really cared. I really get him going, don’t I? He is good, good at domming and subbing, thought Naruto, grunting and flinching at the blows. He’s really giving it to me, giving it to me good. And maybe he’ll fuck me, next. Oh, yes, oh, yes, please fuck me, please, thought Naruto. Oh, yes, yes, beat me, fuck me, Sasuke, yes, show me how much you love me. “Master, Master, yes! Please! Please! Please punish me! Beat me! Fuck me! Please!”

“You want fucked, right here, right now?”

“Yes, Master!” said Naruto, bucking up his ass. The sting and pain from the belt had just made him hornier, made him feel like he needed fucked now. He needed this forceful, this dominant Sasuke to take him, to claim him, to show him that Naruto was the one he wanted.

“But you can’t come, boy, why would you want a cock in your ass?”

“I don’t want a cock in my ass, I want you, Sa-, Master! I want your cock in my ass, Master! Just like Saturday morning, Master, please!”

“Can we help you, Sasuke? Do you want us to hold him up, legs spread, for you to fuck?” asked Sai.

Naruto twisted his head back to see Sai and Neji naked beside Sasuke. Sasuke’s hand with the belt had fallen to his side and his eyes were now on—it seemed to Naruto--just Sai’s cock.

“No!” he cried, twisting up and lunging for Sasuke.

But Sai, the hated Sai, grabbed him.

“Tie him to the bench,” ordered Sasuke. “I think I’d like to see Sai put his cock in my bad boy’s mouth, fuck that mouth of his good while I fuck his ass like he wanted.”

“No! Master! Please! Not Sai!”

“Sai,” said Sasuke, “I apologize for my sub’s bad behavior. You’re very sexy, Sai. If you weren’t collared, I’d ask you to fuck me.”

“Oh, god,” moaned Neji. “The two of you would be so hot.”

“I want to fuck you, Sasuke, while Neji watched and masturbates. Till he’s so excited, he starts fingering himself and begging to be fucked himself,” said Sai.

“Do it, Sai, do it as I shove my cock in Naruto’s mouth and fuck his face,” said Sasuke.

“Oh fuck yes,” breathed Neji in a voice of reverent awe.

“No! No! Please, Sasuke--Owww! Master!” (Sasuke had given Naruto another blow with the belt at the use of his name.) “Master! Master! Please, please don’t let him fuck you! Please! Please, no! Please, god, please, I’ll do anything, anything, just please don’t fuck him! Please!”

“Use lots of lube, Sai,” said Sasuke walking around and standing in front of Naruto, undressing.

As Sasuke pulled off each piece of clothing, Naruto begged, growing increasingly desperate. “Please, please, Master, please, I’ll suck him, I’ll suck him for you, please, I’m so sorry. What can I do Master so you won’t let him fuck you? Please, please, I love you, I love you, don’t let him do that. Please, Master. Please, could you please just have him shove a dildo up you, not his cock, please Master? Please, just ride a dildo, let him fuck my face or fuck me or anything, just not your ass Master, please,” begged Naruto.

But then right in front of Naruto, Sai shoved his fingers into Sasuke, whose face transformed with pleasure. And Naruto felt his heart breaking and started to cry. He was in love with an ass slut, in love with someone who truly didn’t care for him, someone who just wanted to be fucked. Sasuke was pushing back into Sai’s fingers. His Sasuke’s cock, his gorgeous cock, was all pink and firm, excited, not because of Naruto, but because Sai was fingering him. He was a size queen; he just wanted the biggest cock he saw. He didn’t love him, he couldn’t love him, not if he was enjoying Sai’s fingers in him so much. Naruto let his head fall down, weeping.

“Another finger, Sai,” said Sasuke.

And that was too much. Naruto screamed in pain and rage and struggled so hard he flipped the bench over. He tried to slam the bench into the floor using his body to break it. One leg pulled free, and he twisted it and began using his bare foot to tug at the ropes. The other foot came free too, and he stood, lifting the heavy bench still attached to his wrists, screaming, and going for Sai.

“Naruto! Naruto! Stop!” ordered Sasuke.

But Naruto didn’t seem rational anymore; he seemed possessed. He hurled himself at Sai, bench and all, but Sai simply ducked, and Naruto crashed into a side table, fortunately one with a brass lamp on it that didn’t break.

“Danube! Naruto! Danube!” screamed Sasuke, coming up behind him, pressing into him. Naruto stopped, still holding up the bench. “Only you, only you, I promise,” Sasuke said kissing his shoulder, his hands trying to hold him, but having problems with the bench being in the way.

“Untie me,” Naruto ordered.

“You idiot, your wrists are bleeding now,” said Sasuke. “Slide to your knees and rest the damn thing on the ground.”

Naruto did so, and Sasuke quickly untied the ropes.

Then then glared at each other on either side of the bench.

“You didn’t use your words, Idiot! How was I supposed to know it was that upsetting?”

“How can you expect me to remember my words when you’re letting yourself get fingered in front of me, Asshole!”

“Well, what else could I do to make you respect me as a dom? Do you think you would cry like that if I beat you?”

“Damn you, Sasuke, so it’s my fault now? I’m such a terrible sub that you have to get fucked in front of my face to break me, that’s your excuse?”

“Excuse? What do you mean excuse?”

“I don’t know, Sasuke, I just know I need you now, god, please don’t push me away,” said Naruto pushing the bench away and reaching for Sasuke.

But Sasuke’s mouth was already reaching for his too, his arms going around him. Naruto kissed Sasuke, then pushed his back down to the floor and pulled up his legs. Their eyes locked, and he slid into Sasuke, not even remembering about the cockring until Sasuke said, “Take the cockring off, Naruto, and fill me, fill me with your love.”

Naruto paused and removed it, then thrust deep into Sasuke, his blue eyes boring into Sasuke’s black ones. “Yes,” he said sending thrills through Sasuke, “I’m going to fill you with love, I’m going to love you until there’s no room left in you for anyone but me, only me. Whose love do you want, Sasuke?”

“Yours, Naruto, only yours,” cried Sasuke aching up. “Naruto,” he cried as he started come.

“Sasuke!”

They came together, but their hunger for each other was only a little abated, not satiated. After they held each other for a while, Naruto kissed and licked his way down Sasuke’s body, lingering at his pierced belly button, letting his tongue fuck the ring and then the little indentation in Sasuke’s stomach, Naruto’s tongue’s pink tip pushing in and out, reminding Sasuke of what they’d just done. Then he took Sasuke’s cock in his mouth and worked him to arousal once more. Naruto’s blonde head rose and fell as Sasuke moaned and gasped. But when Naruto slid his tongue stud into the slit of Sasuke’s cock, and he began to say, “No! No! No!”

Naruto lifted his head, saying, “I don’t hear your safeword, Sasuke.”

“No, I want to come with you inside me, Naruto. Please one more time, just once more.”

“So alcohol does make you slutty, Sasuke,” said Naruto letting go of Sasuke’s cock and not touching him anywhere. “My slutty little Sasuke wanting fucked again. Maybe I should buy you a bottle of that Glenfiddle stuff for you birthday, and we can make a certain fantasies of mine come to life, eh?”

“Naruto, Naruto,” pleaded Sasuke, with his feet on the floor, bracing and pushing up his lower body at Naruto, offering him cock and ass, “Please, please.”

“Tell me you safewords, first, little slut,” said Naruto, his finger circling around Sasuke’s anus.

“Danube, Danube, the beautiful blue Danube,” cried Sasuke, trying to push himself onto that finger.

Naruto took pity on him and pushed it in, saying, “And the other one?”

“Denmark!”

“No.”

“Denali!”

“No.”

“Dardanelles!”

“No, think harder, Sasuke,” said Naruto, pushing in with the finger and hitting his prostate.

“Dieppe!”

“No.

“Dammit, I can’t remember, Naruto, just do it, please, just fuck me, please!”

“The word?”

“Digeridoo! Dodo-bird! Give me a fucking clue!”

“Zzzzzz,” said Naruto, now working two fingers into Sasuke.

“Zambia!”

“Close,” said Naruto.

“Zambezi! Zambezi!”

“Good boy,” said Naruto, quickly positioning his dick and thrusting in deep.

“Yes! Oh god, yes! Like that!”

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“And who do you go to when you want this?”

“You, only you!”

“Why?”

“Because we're in love!”

“Because you’re mine, dammit, mine! I’m going to fuck you until you admit it or pass out, dammit! Whose ass is this?”

“Mine!”

“Wrong answer, Sasuke! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!” And with each word, Naruto pulled Sasuke’s legs wider, pushing furiously, trying to fuck Sasuke harder, deeper although it wasn’t possible.

“Master!”

“Tell me!”

“Master! Master! It’s yours, all yours!”

And with a final scream of “Mine,” Naruto thrust in and filled Sasuke again who came screaming and sobbing beneath him.

And when Naruto picked him up and walked out to the waiting limousine, both of them naked save for their jewelry, Sasuke only clung to him, whispering words of love and submission.

The driver, stunned, froze at the sight of his two clients. He completely forgot to get out of the car and come around to open the door. Naruto had to kick at the door with his bare foot as he kissed Sasuke, before he finally leaped out to open it. He shut it after them, thinking, “Damn, why don’t the lesbians ever pull shit like this? How come I never get the jobs with the girls gone wild?” He got back in the car, rolling his eyes, waiting for directions.

But Naruto and Sasuke were now kissing, lost to the world. After a good seven minutes, a sudden loud rapping on the car’s window distracted them. It was Sai, holding their clothes. Naruto unrolled the window.

Sai leaned down and said, “Neji can’t do the spanking tonight, but you can call tomorrow and reschedule, but he wants to see a contract and not here because he likes his furniture.”

Naruto opened his mouth to say what Neji could do with his furniture, but Sasuke said, “Don’t say it! Thank him and take the clothes, Naruto, or I’ll have George give you private wine tasting lessons!”

“Thanks, Sai,” said Naruto sourly, leaning out of the car to take the clothes.

Sai leaned down and grabbed his hair and kissed him, then moved back quickly out of reach of Naruto’s arms, saying, “You’re welcome, Naruto.”

“God damn it! You—“

Whatever Naruto had been about to yell was muffled by Sasuke, and the window went up. The limo pulled out of the drive only seconds later, and Sai turned around to find Neji behind him, grinning.

“Nice touch, that kiss,” he said. “I think you’re learning to have fun.”

“Yea, I am,” said Sai. “Let’s go swimming!”

“It’s too cold,” said Neji as they walked back to the house, “Let’s use the hot tub instead.”

“Wimp!”

“Do you really want me all cold and shivery?” asked Neji.

“Yes, so you have to cling to me for warmth all night,” said Sai as they walked in the front door.

“I guess I could stick a toe in and see how the water is,” said Neji.

“I’m going to stick in more than a toe,” said Sai.

“Ummmm, that sounds good,” said Neji.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to see me and Sasuke play,” said Sai.

“I’m not. He’s not nearly as good looking as you,” said Neji, “and he’s whiny and high maintenance. He’d have fucked the whole scene up somehow anyway.”

“I’ll draw it for you, Neji,” promised Sai, opening the back door.

“You better stop promising to draw things; I think you have about a year’s worth of things to draw and paint, now.”

“I won’t stop making promises until I have a lifetime’s worth,” said Sai, pulling Neji into his arms and starting down the stairs into the pool.

“I can live with that,” said Neji.

“Good, cause you don’t have a choice,” said Sai, plunging them both underwater.

They came up to the surface, and Neji said accusingly as he swam over to the side of the pool, “You’re getting cocky again, slave!”

“Oh, Master, let me show you just how cocky I can be,” said Sai moving towards Neji.

And Neji shrieked, driving in the water to try to escape. To his disappointment, Sai didn’t chase him. He paused at the far end of the pool, calling back, “All talk, no action, eh?”

And Sai just said to him in a lazy voice, “If I chase you, I’ll fuck you exactly where I catch you--that’s how cocky I am. So you better decide if you’re going to come to me or make me come after you, Master.”

Neji paused, trying to figure out which was the better choice.

“Time’s up, Master,” said Sai, diving down into the water.

And Neji squealed, scampered out of the water, and ran.

Sai was definitely learning how to have fun.