D/s Naruto

Chapter 4 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

When Naruto snored, Sasuke rolled over on his back and sat up. He was suddenly very conscious of Naruto’s cum sliding out of his ass. He rolled back over towards Naruto and, leaning on his elbows, looked over at the wet spot on the carpet made from the cum that had plopped out of his asshole. He wasn’t usually a bottom, a sub, an uke. He’d never been fucked bare before. He’d never sucked bare cock either. He never tasted anyone’s cum but his own. He’d never had 900 dollars of linen and silk reduced to rags either. It must be a fucking blue moon.

He arched up using his hands like he was doing a push up, intending to get up and clean himself off, but suddenly Naruto was straddling his legs, his face close to Sasuke’s ass. Sasuke lowered himself to the floor and lay still. When Itachi worked him over, any resistance always made things worse. As a sub, Sasuke was silent, passive, still--as if his dom was something boring to be endured. That jab of Itachi’s about Sasuke’s unwilling mouth was true. Itachi could do his worse, and Sasuke would not speak, would not suck, would hardly lick. He’d perfected this way of letting his tongue flop out of his mouth. It could be dragged across Itachi’s boots, but it was the mere shadow of a lick.

Sasuke felt Naruto’s breath on his ass. His butt cheeks clenched remembering the way Naruto’s mouth had felt on his asshole, how that tongue had felt pushing inside of him.

“Ahh, my pretty Sasuke cream pie,” said Naruto in a voice that Sasuke had never heard from him. It was soft, husky, with a hint of laughter in it. It sounded like a caress, like a lover’s voice, not a dom’s. But the silky yet rough voice continued, “So pretty to see my cum pooling around your little pink pucker. Should I slide a butt plug into you when I paddle this pretty white ass? You can clench around it with each smack”--here Naruto slapped Sasuke’s ass sharply—“feeling my cum moving inside you, held inside by the toy in your ass. Or I could punish you with nothing in you, letting this cum run down your thighs. I wonder if I land the paddle just here”—a sharp slap right across his crack, right above the anus—“would some splatter out like a little ejaculation? Hmmm, what should I do to you, little cream pie?”

Sasuke said nothing and focused on making sure his ass didn’t clench, his buttcheeks didn’t jiggle. But his heartbeat was faster than normal, feeling loud in his chest.

He felt Naruto sit up, pushing Sasuke’s legs apart to sit between them, his own legs draped over Sasuke’s thighs. In the places where his linen slacks were torn away, he could feel the smooth leather of Naruto’s pants. Naruto spanked him—slowly. Between each spank his hands caressed Sasuke’s ass. Sometimes one hand spanked as the other caressed. There seemed no pattern to it, no way to predict what he would feel next. It was maddening, the alternating between the pleasing sting and soft strokes. Sasuke’s cock swelled beneath him. It would feel so good, a traitorous voice whispered in his mind, to rock his ass up to meet Naruto’s smacks and let his cock drag across the carpet. Do it, the voice whispered, then you can let the blow push your ass down and force your cock forward through those nubby carpet fibers. It will be a sweet friction, a sweet pain.

“So sweet,” said Naruto, making Sasuke jump and, yes, oh yes, that friction felt so good. “So pretty, the pink marks on your pale, creamy white skin. The perfect skin for a sub, the prettiest to mark, to pinch, to stripe with the crop or the cane. When you came, it flushed such a pretty pink,” added Naruto suddenly pinching hard on each cheek.

The bite of the pain made Sasuke’s cock throb, and that voice in his mind whispered, “it would be so easy to let yourself respond, to let your head move, let your throat make the noises it wants to.” Sasuke’s jaws clenched as Naruto’s fingers held the pinch, deepening the pain, taking it from a little bite to something more intense. He would have bruises on his ass tomorrow. Aside from the fact Itachi hadn’t made them, what else was new?

Then suddenly the hands were gone, and Naruto’s weight was lifting. One last spank came as Naruto said, “Up, boy, strip naked, and fetch what is needed for your paddling. Disrespect like yours cannot be tolerated.”

Sasuke rose up to his feet fast—too fast, feeling a little shaky, but he was used to hiding his weaknesses from a dom. He stripped off the remains of his clothes and removed his sandals. He moved to the cabinet. Sneaky and clever dom—he had to choose whether to bring just a paddle or a paddle and a plug. And he had to pick the size of the plug, for Sasuke would take one—he had too much pride not to. And that pride made him reach for the largest plug and the wickedest, most painful paddle. But then he also selected lube—orange-flavored, orange like Naruto’s cotton t-shirt. His hand hovered over the condoms, but he didn’t pick one up. It was too obvious a rebuke—the lube was enough of a subtle jab.

He turned and with his eyes carefully lowered, established that Naruto had sat down in the heavy, throne-like Dom’s chair. He moved quickly to the spot of carpet before the chair and knelt, head bowed, offering the paddle, plug, and orange-flavored lube to Naruto. As he knelt, Sasuke tried to forget the glimpse he’d caught of Naruto. His orange tank top was as perfect as when Sasuke had first seen him, showing off those chest and arm muscles. There was a tattoo on Naruto’s upper left arm—a blazing-eyed demon fox with way too many tails. It only drew the eye to that perfect bicep with its perfect golden-brown skin beneath the fox.

Peeking under his lashes, Sasuke saw Naruto’s heavy black boots rose up his calves, covered in that tight black leather—thick, buttery soft, high quality leather like that of the boots. Both looked perfect as well. The open crotch of the black pants with its trailing black laces only made the golden curls around Naruto’s thick cock more shocking. A natural blonde. Naruto, the natural blonde. His cock was shorter than Sasuke’s but thicker, much thicker. Sasuke’s cock bobbed up for a second and the inner walls of his ass, well, fluttered. He felt Naruto’s cum moving in him and a little “Uhmm” left his throat.

Naruto’s throat rumbled, or maybe purred, and he ordered, “Turn around, ass up, hands on the ground.” The click of the lube opening sent another flutter through Sasuke, and he heard himself make another little sound, an “Uhhhhh.”

“Pull your cheeks apart for me, little cream pie,” whispered Naruto, and Sasuke’s hands flew up to obey as his heart beat so forcefully, he felt a pain in his chest. Was he having a heart attack?

“Ahhhhh!” The plug slid in, and as the widest part stretched that tight ring of flesh to its limit, a flash of pain flared, so intense, that Sasuke felt his tear ducts respond. But then the plug was in, and with another slap, Naruto said, “Pull over that full length mirror and place it so I can watch your face.” Sasuke shifted his weight to stand, and the damn plug shifted against his prostate. The pleasure ripped through him, and he writhed.

A wave of self-loathing and humiliation swept over him, made even worse by the knowledge that his tear ducts didn’t seem to be working right. They were leaking. He bent to release the brake on the wheels at the base of the heavy mirror, and the plug and the cum inside him shifted again. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t squirm, but he felt the tears still flowing down his cheeks while pleasure almost overwhelmed him. He held still until it lessened, then he moved the mirror, trying to tighten his eye muscles, to will his eyes to clear, to obey his inner command. But still he felt fluid on his face—maybe, maybe it was some of Naruto’s cum?

The mirror was positioned, and Sasuke again bent to lock it in place. This time he bent more slowly, more carefully. But somehow that only made the pleasure that rocked through his body more intense. The tip of his cock was now dripping as he rose, only to lower himself to kneel before Naruto. He’d knelt facing Naruto for some reason—what was wrong with him? Why was it so hard to act cool, passive, and disinterested like he did with Itachi?

Naruto’s fingers tilted up his face. Sasuke kept his eyes closed, shame washing over him, feeling his skin reddening with a blush. He was conscious of the liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes and the tip of his cock. He must look pathetic, pitiful.

“I’ve never seen anything, anyone more beautiful than you are right now,” said Naruto, and Sasuke’s eyes flew open. Itachi always mocked his tears, making it clear they disgusted him and made Sasuke look ugly, repulsive.

Naruto’s face was serious, and his voice had been raw with truth, and the honesty behind the words and the face hit Sasuke like a blow. His chest seemed to explode with pain, and his mouth fell open. That sound—that sound—he had to have made that sound that seemed to reveal all of Sasuke’s pleasure, pain, and need at once.

For need he did—no one whispered words praising him (at least without the threat of the whip or Itachi’s displeasure), and no one took joy from being with him. In the club, he was something to ignored, abhorred, or endured. He was the loner, the one who mocked, the one who never felt anything. But deep inside, like a child, Sasuke longed to be praised, to be cherished, and to bring joy to someone—not fear, tolerance, or envy. He was always Itachi’s little brother, never Sasuke. He needed someone to see Sasuke, to love Sasuke. But years and years of repression and oppression kept Sasuke cold and his heart dry. If someone told him of his needs, his wants, Sasuke would punch them, denying his desire and mocking it in others.

Naruto’s thumb caressed Sasuke’s lip, and Sasuke shut his eyes tight and sucked that thumb into his mouth. He didn’t know what he was doing anymore, and he licked and sucked at Naruto’s thumb, knowing he needed, needed something, anything to help him endure the pain in his chest, the shivers that rippled over him, the feeling of his body betraying him—leaking tears, pre-cum, sweat, blood, sounds, his secrets, his needs, leaking it all, spilling it all. He felt naked, more naked than ever, but there was only the taste of Naruto’s thumb, the sound of his own tongue licking, his teeth scraping over the nail, the skin—

And it was gone, torn from his mouth, and Sasuke felt a sob rising up, but then those hands on his neck were bending his head down, the sound of Naruto sliding forward in the chair reached his ears, and then his mouth brushed against a wet cockhead—and Sasuke sucked.

He felt the pain sliding away and peace filling him as he strained to push his lips down around the rod filling his mouth. This time there was no pain, no thrusting, no tugging from Naruto. Those hands were gentle, playing with his hair, stroking his shoulders, touching and exploring, making Sasuke feel like something precious, something treasured, something—something loved.

And the smell, the smell of both his and Naruto’s scents mixed together made him feel odd. He remembered Naruto’s assessment of their smell—perfect. Then the words began, words that seemed to pour over Sasuke’s skin and soak into him, almost more sound than word, more feeling than meaning. The penetrated and trickled down, a few reaching that dry, dry place in his heart.

Gradually a few of the syllables sinking into him became clear: “ . . . Sasuke . . . so beautiful . . . shhhh . . . . perfect . . . . Ahhhhhhh . . . .yes . . . . . . so good, so . . . so very good . . . Ebony . . . Jet . . . a coal burning hot and blue . . . . ohhhhhh . . . . dreamt . . . . Sapphire over cream . . . . looking . . . . so . . . . so long . . . .Ahhhhhh . . . cream . . .yeah . . .Ohhhhhhh . . . . Saaaasssuke . . . . . everything . . . . Sasuke . . . . .”

And then Sasuke was pulling Naruto to his feet, tugging at the leather, pulling it down so his hands and lips could explore Naruto’s balls, cup Naruto’s ass, explore the crack of his ass before moving back to the base of Naruto’s cock. If he held it just so, and angled his head like that, no a little over, yes, just so, there! Naruto’s dick hit the back of his throat and started to slide in further. Sasuke’s head retreated a little, and he breathed deep through his nose, preparing--and took Naruto in deep.

Ah, yes, so this was how it was done! He knew the secret now. The cockhead went deep this time before his gag reflex kicked in, but nothing, nothing seemed more important than to take Naruto deep in his throat. One hand angled Naruto’s cock and the other slid back around to find the softness that was Naruto’s anus—and then Sasuke slid his mouth down, knowing this time the cock would fully penetrate his throat, filling him.

It fit, and the cry of his name from Naruto, a roar almost, splashed over him like a wave

--and Sasuke purred with contentment—

Naruto screamed

. . . and came inside him . . .

Sasuke sucked back with his mouth and throat, letting it go down

and his body rocked back and forth

the plug hit his prostate

and Naruto’s legs tightened down around his cock

and Sasuke thrust his hips forward

and felt himself choking on the flood of cum in him,

felt himself dying,

cumming like he had never cum before.

Naruto’s legs buckled, twisting Sasuke’s cock wedged between them, and Sasuke’s head rolled back, letting Naruto out of his throat. He rotated his head, and Naruto’s cock and groin fell back as those strong golden-brown hands caught the chair arms and held them both up.

And Sasuke cried out incoherently, his hands clutching for Naruto’s thighs as he swayed and fought to stay conscious—

And then he found himself his head on Naruto’s lap as the blonde now sat in the chair. He heard himself saying in a broken, strange voice, “Master, master, master.”

Hands picked him up, cradled him, held him--

--and Sasuke broke

weeping and sobbing into an orange shirt over golden brown skin.