D/s Naruto

Note: I changed this chapter to fit with later chapters.

Chapter 56 (Monday 18 June 2007, early A.M. hours)

Sasuke lay on the floor of his kitchen, the floor he had masturbated on earlier today. Once more he lay on the floor with the gold and garnet nipple clamps on. Once again his nipples were insanely sensitive. Only this time his buttocks were aching from the beating with the belt so much, he couldn’t focus on his nipples. And his anus felt sore, newly irritated, from all the fucking tonight, not to mention yesterday and the day before. He’d never been fucked so much in his life as he had been this weekend. Still he was smiling as he lay on his stomach, panting, sore. Naruto loved him, he loved Naruto—oh, god, he did. There, he’d admitted it, said it explicitly in his mind. For some reason “I love you” was different that “I’m falling in love” or “we’re in love.” Yes, he loved Naruto. But he wasn’t going to tell him yet—he wasn’t quite ready for that. Sasuke pushed away his vague uneasiness and let his happiness fill him up again. Yes, Naruto loved him, he loved Naruto, and the sex was so good he was begging for it. Life didn’t get better than this.

“Is this the bowl you jacked off into today?” asked Naruto pulling up his head by his hair, placing the blue and gold rimmed bowl under his face.

“Yes, Master.”

“Get up on your knees, Creampie, and squeeze out my cum into this bowl for me,” ordered Naruto, thrilling Sasuke—oh, god, he is going to make my fantasy come to life!

Sasuke slowly rose up on his knees, wincing as the heavy clamps swung. He moved the bowl under him, squeezing, feeling the cum slide out of him.

“That’s it, little bitch, squeeze out that cum that you begged for, that you wanted in your ass. You like getting your ass filled with messy, hot cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you like it more than when you’re fucked with a condom?”

“Yes, Master.”

“What a slut you are! Tell me how you like to be fucked, slut.”

“I like it when you take me from behind, Master,” whispered Sasuke, pulling the bowl out from between his legs and moving his legs together, bowing his head, feeling less vulnerable with his knees together.

“Take you? What does that mean?”

“When you penetrate me, Master.”

“When I shove my dick in your tight asshole?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Say that, say it loudly.”

“I like it when you shove your dick in my tight asshole, Master!” said Sasuke loudly, his own dick now hard again.

“Lick up that cum, slut,” ordered Naruto.

“Master! Please, no! It’s, it’s dirty!” Somehow what had seem so erotic just moments ago, seemed disgusting now that he was faced with the reality of it.

Sasuke’s face was pushed down into the bowl. He struggled, sputtering, and the bowl rocked and then broke in two, and cum oozed on to the tile floor. Naruto’s hand released his head as soon as the bowl broke, but Sasuke didn’t raise it far—just so his lips were above the sticky mess.

“Master! Please let me suck you, drink your cum from your cock!” Naruto said nothing.

“Master, I’m sorry to have broken the bowl. Please let me come in another bowl and lick that up, please!”

Nothing.

“Master! I’m truly sorry to have displeased you. Please, give me an enema, then fuck me and fill me again, and then I’ll force it out and lick it up. Please, Master, give me another chance to please you.”

“There’s broken china in that cum, move away from it,” ordered Naruto. “Get up on the table, on your hands and knees.”

“Yes, Master,” said Sasuke, unable to keep his eagerness out of his voice. He’d been brutally fucked just a little while ago, yet here he was, again hard, aroused, despite having dirty cum on his face. He positioned himself on the table, feeling shockingly exposed. He could hear Naruto opening and closing the refrigerator, then some drawers.

“Knees further apart, head down on the table,” ordered Naruto from a distance. Sasuke heard the unmistakable sound of a beer or soda bottle being opened. The sound triggered a memory of Naruto’s fantasy, and Sasuke found himself wondering, half fearfully, half eagerly if Naruto was going to fuck him with the bottle he’d just opened. He dropped his head to the table as ordered, and the garnets on the nipple clamp’s chains hit the table with a little clatter. The sound excited Sasuke, and he twitched and shook.

He heard Naruto pull out the chair on the side of the table by his ass. Naruto pressed the cold glass of the newly opened bottle against one of Sasuke’s reddened asscheeks.

“Master!” cried Sasuke, a little startled by the cold. But it felt good on his ass, and he pushed up against the bottle, making Naruto laugh.

“You like that cold bottle against your ass, eh?”

“Yes, Master!”

And Naruto proceeded to move the bottle around, pressing it against Sasuke’s inflamed skin from the beating. Pausing, holding the bottle against one cheek, he said, “I’m proud of you using your safe word, Slave.”

Slave—the word made Sasuke shiver and the little garnets jingled against the tabletop. “Thank you, Master,” Sasuke forced out, his voice a little shaky. The movement of the cold bottle against his ass resumed for a while until the touch of the bottle was gone. Sasuke could hear Naruto drinking. He shifted his weight on his spread knees, moving his ass. The gentlest, lightest of touches landed right on his anus, and he pushed back at it, eagerly. He could tell when it slid a bit into his ass, it was one of Naruto’s fingers. It pulled out and away, and Sasuke whimpered.

“Yes, Slave?”

“Please, Master, put your big dick in my ass and fuck me again.”

“Hmmm, and what will you do for me if I do that, Sasuke?”

The sound of his name was shocking. Yes, he was Uchiha Sasuke, naked, his ass red from a beating, his anus no doubt red from a hard fucking, kneeling ass-up on his kitchen table begging to be fucked. And loving it. Wanting it. Craving it.

“I’ll be your slave for the whole week, Naruto,” said Sasuke.

“A week? Till I pierce your cock next Sunday, and then that’s it?”

The tone of Naruto’s voice made it clear he wasn’t impressed. Sasuke could hear him take another drink from the bottle. The bottle he’d thought would be buried deep in his ass, sliding in and out right now. His cock twitched, his beanpole as Naruto had named it, and Sasuke thought about Naruto piercing it. He moaned and shook, his ass bucking up in an uncontrolled reaction to his desires, and the garnets rattling against the table as the clamps jingled on his nipples. “Master! Please!” cried Sasuke.

“Please what, Sasuke?”

“Please be my master for a month and fuck me,” offered Sasuke.

“No dom sessions for you for a whole month, Sasuke,” said Naruto touching on of Sasuke’s balls very gently with one fingertip.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?” The fingertip was gone, but Sasuke felt sure he was going to feel a cock soon.

“Yes, Master!”

“Hmmm, a month, eh? But you’re such a slut, Sasuke, I think I’d get that anyway. Think harder, Sasuke-slut.” And Naruto walked around the table and began playing with Sasuke’s hair.

Sasuke’s mouth had fallen open although Naruto couldn’t see it. He felt shocked that Naruto thought him such a slut he would submit for a whole month without concessions as a matter of course. But, but here he was, beaten, fucked, and wanting more. He had rejected Naruto’s lovemaking, choosing to be mastered. It was true. He would likely submit to Naruto again and again. What did Naruto want? His cock twitched again, and the image of Naruto pushing a needle into his cock surfaced in his mind. “Pierce me when you want, Master, where you want, Master. But you can’t dom or sub for anyone else,” added Sasuke lifting his head to glare up at Naruto. “My Master, only mine.”

“My slave, only mine,” responded Naruto, looking down with love at him, grasping his head so he couldn’t look away from his face. “I love you, Sasuke-slave. I’m going to fuck you like you want now, tomorrow, and everyday for the next month. I’m going let you fuck me later on one last time if you want because tomorrow I’m going to pierce that cock of yours.”

At Naruto’s words, Sasuke’s body trembled with desire and fear, and he shut his eyes, unable to look into Naruto’s anymore.

“Do you like my plans for the month, Slave?” asked Naruto letting go of Sasuke’s head and walking around behind him.

Sasuke trembled again, but said what was true, “Yes, Master.”

And then Naruto’s mouth was on his ass, his tongue thrusting into his asshole, his one hand on Sasuke’s balls, the reaching around his body to stroke his cock. Sasuke screamed and bucked, “Master! Oh God! Master!” That tongue—oh god, it was sucking and thrusting—Naruto’s face was pressing against his sore ass, his hands on his balls, his beanpole, his soon-to-be-pierced beanpole, his cock that soon wouldn’t be able to come, but was soon going to. He pushed forward trying to escape that tongue, and the hand tightened on his cock so hard that he pulled back and the tongue thrust in again. He cried out, flinching and shaking, lost in the sensations. His movement jostled the clamps, increasing the sensations on his body demanding his attention.

“Master! Master!” cried out Sasuke, spraying out over Naruto’s hand, his cum hitting his own chest and neck, warm and wet on his skin, although he could hardly register it, immersed in his orgasm. His knees felt weak as the sperm shot out, and he felt them slipping. Naruto gripped him, catching him, and his tongue and face at last released his asshole as Sasuke let his body go limp, spent.

But Naruto was using Sasuke’s sperm to slick himself, and then he was pushing inside that asshole he’d rimmed slowly. “Everyday, I’m going to do this to you, Sasuke, everyday,” said Naruto as he pulled out slowly and pushed in again. “And I’m going to shave your chest and your legs. That way your smooth and pretty white skin will show every mark I make on it, every blush, every bit of your excitement. Just like it is now. You’re red and pink on white, with spots of black and blue from my mouth, my fingers. I’ll keep you white and pink all month, Sasuke. I’m going to spank this ass once a day, everyday, just to remind you that you’re my slave, my little slutty slave. You’re going to suck my cock everyday as well, until you can suck cock like a pro. But you don’t get to suck anyone but me, just like I don’t suck anyone but you. But no one’s going to suck your cock for a while, Sasuke, because my gold ring will be struck through the tip of your beanpole. Feel that? Feel my demon dancing inside you? He likes the idea of piercing your cock, marking you, claiming you. Mine, Sasuke, mine! All mine! God!” And Naruto’s words became grunts and cries as he thrust in more quickly, more wildly. Sasuke heard the sound of the chair falling, a bottle smashing on the floor, but he was still to spent to do anything but moan as his muscles clenched and released around Naruto.

“I don’t care if you hate the futon, Sasuke,” gasped out Naruto, getting a second wind, “because I’m going to chain you up on it some nights. You’ll have to earn the bed, Sasuke-slave, earn it. Earn it with this slutty ass of yours, earn it with your submission, your tears.”

“Master Naruto!”

“Sasuke-slave!”

And those were the last words spoken before the dawn came.