D/s Naruto

Chapter 59 (Monday 18 June 2007, morning)

Shino lay on the bed on his back and stared up at Kankurou, his face looking oddly fierce and vulnerable at the same time. His face was oval, and the chin he usually hid behind a coat collar or scarf was a soft curve unlike Kankurou’s more angular chin. His eyebrows shot up as they moved out from low over the inner part of his eyes, extending up ridiculously high, two dark brush strokes. The entomologist’s eyes tilted up at the corners: dark, dark brown, exotic, catlike eyes. His nose was flat, the end rising up from his face in a little flaring tilt that Kankurou found adorable. His mouth wasn’t smiling, wasn’t frowning, but it lay there curving, the lower lip plumper than the upper one, a little shadow beneath it. On his neck the collar was a black bar across the circle of entangled creatures inked into his skin. The chain that ran from the collar to the hook bolted firmly in a stud was bright, glinting against Shino’s dark, wild hair that radiated out from his head in a wiry, kinky mass.

“Come, pet, choose,” said Kankurou impatiently. “The metal sound or the buttplug? You’ll make my breakfast with one of them in. I’ll even let you take it out for your morning swim.”

“I can’t make an informed decision, Master, because I don’t have enough data. I’ve never had anything in my urethra; I’ve never seen anyone with anything in their urethra either. I—“

“Am an egghead who can’t decide if I want to play it safe or take a risk,” finished Kankurou, grinning down at Shino. “Ok, doc, I’ll give you some data, first. Sit up, so you can watch this carefully.”

Shino sat up, the chain clinking.

“Spread your legs and just relax,” said Kankurou, moving between Shino’s legs and smoothing lube on the tip of Shino’s mostly limp cock and the frightening thing in his hand. It was a narrow, hollow metal tube, a little shorter than a finger in length with a ring attached to it and a thin curve of metal running from the ring to the top of the tube. Then, gripping Shino’s cock firmly, Kankurou began to insert the metal tube into the tip of Shino’s cock.

Shino gasped and whimpered, shocked at how good it felt as the tube slid into him. His cock started to stiffen around the tube, making Kankurou laugh, saying, “Now, now, doc, don’t get too excited until the ring’s around you.” But it was almost too late, and the ring barely fit over Shino’s cockhead. But with more lube, it slid into place under the flared edge and the little metal curve ran right along the cleft of Shino’s cockhead. Shino moaned, and his cock twitched around the metal intrusion. Dear god, what was Kankurou doing to him? His ass was already becoming addicted to cock, now his cock was liking fucked too, liking this metal tube held inside it, trapped by the tight ring. Then Shino’s eyes narrowed as he realized this device could never fit around Kankurou’s cock if it was aroused, for the Suna’s cock was so much wider than his. A little flare of resentment filled him at the thought of Kankurou doing this to someone else. And that feeling made Shino shut his eyes and moan.

He had it bad, real bad. He was jealous of Kankurou’s other ukes, other subs. He, who had been swearing some 36 hours ago he wasn’t an uke. Now he was quivering and feeling like a few good strokes would bring him off because he had a steel tube in his dick.

“Well, I think my professor pet likes this. Now that you’re interested, I’ll bring out the whole playkit.” Kankurou got up and returned to the bed with a low, long flat box. He raised the lid, and it looked like it was full of medical tools—tubes of various lengths from one inch to twelve, tubes thick and thin, curved and straight, some smooth, some grooved or tapered, some with big rings, some with curved metal shanks with hooks, some with nothing. And knobs—from a tiny silver ball to a big one with studs, some with rings on them. Kankurou picked out on of the smallest silver balls with a ring in it and began calmly screwing it into the top of the tube in Shino’s urethra.

“That big thing goes inside a cock?” asked Shino in shock, staring at one of the longest tubes in Kankurou’s little toybox. He’d have been more shocked if he knew the contents of that box had cost Kankurou several thousand dollars.

“Yup. But not yours. Not yet,” said Kankurou with a wicked grin.

Shino’s head tilted back, his mouth open and his eyelids half down over his eyes. He moaned as Kankurou tugged on the ring now securely attached to the tip of Shino’s cock.

“You can keep it in up to two days before you need to clean it,” he said. “Imagine that in your prick all day, all the time. Feeling that weight on your cock, that ring around you. Image a leash clipped on that ring on the tip, being led around by that. Or feeling one of the heavy balls on the end, cool inside your pants as you teach your class. Although for you, we’ll need a smaller ring than I have for when you aren’t hard. That one’s for when I’m not aroused,” said Kankurou. “In fact, I can’t get aroused with that thing so tight around me. But it gets me so horny to slide anything inside me now, I haven’t used that one in years. A total waste of money until now. It’s perfect for you, pet,” said Kankurou in a soft tone, his hand gently tracing where the metal lay tight against Shino’s most sensitive skin.

`It wasn’t for someone else!’ thought Shino, a feeling of relief and satisfaction rushing through him. “Master, please tug it,” he said, desire overcoming his usual silence.

“Ah, so maybe I’ll need to unscrew this top pretty soon, eh? You need to take it off to pee or cum. Maybe I better put a cockring on you, pet,” said Kankurou as Shino cried out under the touch of his hand. Adding more lube, Kankurou grasped Shino’s cock and moved his fist up and down once.

“Master! I’m close! Please unscrew it and let me cum,” pleaded Shino, overwhelmed at the feeling of Kankurou’s hand stimulating the outside of his cock while the metal tube stimulated the inside of it.

“Ah, pet, pet, you’re so pretty when you beg,” said Kankurou, letting go of Shino’s cock to pinch his nipples instead. Then he let go, leaving Shino’s nipples feeling as bereft as his cock. He smoothed the lube on his fingers again, moving back on the bed, ordering, “Back on your back, knees wide and up, showing me that tight little asshole of yours that I love, pet.”

Shino complied, moving for the first time with the wand in his cock, crying out at feeling.

“Poor pet!” said Kankurou pushing in his index finger into Shino’s ass, making him buck up and cry out again. “But doesn’t this make you feel better?” he asked, sliding the finger in and out.

“Master, I think I’m going to come soon! Please, what will happen if I can’t hold it and the knob is still on?”

“Ah, pet, that’s a bit intense. I’m not sure you’re ready for that.” And as if to prove it, Kankurou added another finger, scissoring inside Shino, making him arch and whimper. “Be good and hold it till I’m ready to come with you, and I’ll give you a reward,” he added.

“Can you fuck with one of these in?” gasped out Shino.

“Oh, yes. Wanna feel it?” asked Kankurou hitting Shino’s prostate.

“Yes! God, hurry, please!”

Whether Shino had meant, yes he liked the fingering or yes he wanted fucked by a cock with a wand in it wasn’t clear, but Kankurou chose to interpret it as the latter. But he unscrewed the little ball with the ring in the top of Shino’s wand before turning to himself, as he was pretty sure his exotic pet wasn’t going to last long before coming.

He picked up one on the longer and wider rods with a bigger ring on it, coating it before beginning to insert it. God, it felt so good. This was one of the ways he kept himself amused in the long gaps between finding a sub to play with. But sounding was pretty intense, not the sort of thing most temporary subs had a taste for, and Shino was the first he convinced to let him insert anything in them other than a simple thin plastic medical catheter. God, he knew he was going to be a wild one from the minute he’d seen that incredible body in the bar.

The chain from Shino’s collar to wall clinked as he raised his head to watch what Kankurou was doing. He groaned and bucked, clearly aroused at the sight of that long tube sliding into that tiny hole. But every movement of his body made his tattoos shift, making Kankurou feel like he had a captured alien chained in his bed. That face that had been so calm before was contorting and that muscled chest was rising and falling as Shino breathed heavily and whimpered.

Kankurou winced as he forced the ring over his cock, the pain sharp for a moment there, then, oh, god, then, it felt incredible, no, fucking amazing. He grabbed a large ball top with a hollow tube right through it, screwing it on. He heard Shino’s little cry at the sight of the big metal ball over the tip of his cock. The thick rod in his cock made it look even wider, more frightening, but Kankurou could tell that Shino was more excited than scared. More lube, and then the ball was inside Shino, startlingly cold after Kankurou’s warm fingers.

Shino’s back arched, and he cried out, “Master!” and pushed down as Kankurou pushed in. Their bodies slid together, shocking both of them at the intensity of it. Then Kankurou shifted and thrust hard, pushing that ball right into Shino’s pleasure spot, bringing him violently, silently, to climax. It was odd that Shino had screamed so for orgasms that clearly hadn’t made him shake and throb so much, those muscles under his skin clenching and releasing, making the tattoos seem to skitter over his undulating skin, as if the bugs on his skin were scurrying to avoid the shower of sperm that was spraying out of the tube in Shino.

But the shower kept coming, and those ass muscles clamped and released so wildly around Kankurou, pressing his penis around that metal tube inside him, that he came with a shout, the intensity of it all so strange, so powerful, he literally couldn’t see straight. Shino’s body seemed to shift wildly, doubling, then singling again as his eyes crossed and uncrossed. He saw double for a while and then struggled to focus. His ears buzzed, and things went silent, and everything seemed to slow down. He could see individual drops of Shino’s cum floating in the air, moving sideways, in circles. A weird rushing sound replaced the buzzing, like a wave racing back to the ocean. He thought for a moment one of the bugs on Shino’s chest sprouted wings and flew up at him, a spot of blue. His cock seemed like it was growing bigger, longer, and he was spilling out so much it couldn’t be just cum, it had to be his blood, his cells, his very flesh pushing through him and into Shino. He would spill it all out, everything, every drop of fluid, all his bones, his organs, everything until he was nothing, nothing but a stream inside Shino’s body. He shut his eyes, the swarming bugs, the swirling cum too much. But it took so long, so long for his eyes to close. And then in the darkness, he was falling, falling into Shino, into a big black pool.

But a pain, a sharp pain in his shoulders stopped him just above the pool, and his eyes flew open and his ears started to work again. Shino was now screaming, his short fingernails ripping into Kankurou’s skin. And the tattoos were now just tattoos once more, and Shino’s cum merely a few last white streaks in the air. Then the scream stopped, the sperm no longer flew, and Shino’s eyes rolled in their sockets, then settled, staring up into Kankurou’s, glittering under tears that were flowing from them, sliding over his brown skin. Kankurou felt a sudden panic that Shino had been in pain and tried to say something. But it was unreal; his mouth moved, but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t form sounds. He was thinking, but there weren’t any words. He started to panic, pulling up and back from Shino when Shino’s hands flew up to his face, touching it as if to see if he was really there.

“Kankurou,” he heard Shino breath out reverently. And then the words were there in his brain, in his mouth, and he let his body fall down on to Shino’s, his mouth reaching for his without a single word spilling out, for kissing Shino seemed so much more important than anything he could say.

The kiss was long, slow, and sensual. He closed his eyes and just let himself feel the amazing body beneath him, the feeling of Shino’s ass still wet and warm and tight around his stuffed cock, and that seductive dancing of his tongue. The kiss seemed to go on forever, and Kankurou felt like they were floating in some dark deep seawater. The water got rougher, disturbed, and his body was tossed away from Shino’s and spun in the water a while before sinking down towards the ocean’s bottom. The creatures on Shino’s body seemed to have washed off his skin and were swimming in the water around him. Where was Shino? He panicked, trying to swim to the surface. But the water seemed to caress him, and the strange little creatures whispered to him, “Our god has gone out to hunt. He has left us here to watch over you and protect you. You are safe here in the heart of his ocean. You are his chosen one. Rest, Master.” And Kankurou let himself slip down, down deeper into the water, content to watch the swirling creatures around him and drift into sleep in the arms of the sea.


Shino looked down on Kankurou’s sleeping, peaceful face. Once more he whispered, “Rest, Master,” before carefully, quietly unhooking the chain from his collar and setting the end on the pillows. He stood up, felt Kankurou’s cum shift in his body, and raced for the bathroom.

When he came out, he had the little metal toy in his hand. He crossed to the bed, setting it down beside the end of the collar chain. Kankurou was still sleeping, looking peaceful. He looked smaller in his sleep, his aggressive, forceful personality turned off. He would never be called beautiful, never be asked to model, but he had the body that Shino had longed for as a young man. He looked just like the cliché of a good old American boy. He even had played football and slept with woman. His neighbors probably talked to him, maybe even came over, drank beers, and played badminton with him. Shino shook his head. `When have I ever wanted neighbors to talk to me before?’ he asked himself.

Never. But this weekend you’re doing a lot of things you’ve never done before. It’s making you thinking odd things—things like how it would be to move in here, to sleep chained in this bed every night, to even hold one of those parties that other faculty members hold here in this beautiful house. He had a sudden vision of Kankurou’s house full of his colleagues and their partners, the department secretaries, the graduate students filling the house—in the big living room, in the kitchen, outside by the barbeque, drifting into the room with the comfortable couches and big screen tv. He could see them, laughing, drinking, enjoying themselves, quizzing Kankurou about his robots, making him show them off the way he had done for Shino yesterday afternoon.

Shino shook his head and decided to swim before making breakfast. As he slid into the pool he thought to himself that that vision of a party wasn’t likely to happen although it was a lot more likely than him ever having a party at his place. No one liked driving the extra distance to the “greenbelt” area. Also you could hardly have people over when your living room had a human-sized giant cage in it, not to mention leather dog toys and accessories. Although why was he hanging on to those thing? It was time to move on. He’d give them all to Kiba and Akamaru, everything. He would never own a dog again. Once more thinking of his dead partner made Shino ache, but he couldn’t stay sad. Swimming in this tiny pool wasn't conducive to thinking the way his long lap pool was.

Swimming in the pool, moreover, reminded him of the volleyball game yesterday, which made him want to laugh and messed up his stroke a little. Another game, maybe this morning, maybe this afternoon—a game with the brother whose slave had snuck out on his motorcycle to surprise him with his favorite foods. Kankurou had warned him that that they might not come. Some of those subs of his brother’s at Manda's would wear bandages for a few days after he was finished with them, Kankurou had said. But Shino remembered the brother’s—Garth? Jared? No, Gaara! He remembered Gaara’s slave. His dom had been Asuma for a while. Asuma was a brilliant professor in mathematics at the same university as Shino. And he’d said he was convinced Shikamaru was smarter than him. He’d tried to urge him to stop playing with computers and get his Ph.D. They’d fought over it. But in the end, Asuma had just not been able to continue with the lifestyle. He’d gone mainstream, even married another mathematician, a brunette beauty with an unusual name—Karen? Kurien? Lately Shino had been thinking of that, thinking of giving up his membership at Uchiha’s. Thank god, he hadn’t!

The thought of how his life would be right now if he hadn’t been kidnapped by Kankurou was terrifying. Thinking of how empty, how boring, how dead, how lonely, and how celibate a life he’d been living made Shino stop swimming and stand up. What the hell was he doing? He could swim later. He didn’t have time to waste on swimming—he had 24 hours left, maybe even only 22 or 20, depending on how early they woke up tomorrow. He climbed from the pool and went over to chest with the towels. He would make something good for breakfast—an omelet or pancakes or both. Kankurou would want him back—well, not for his cooking. Hell, he had that Spanish woman he could always call in for extra mornings to cook for him. Shino remembered what had happened over breakfast yesterday and smiled.

There were other ways to make sure Kankurou would ask him back. And Shino was going to try every one he could think of. Sex had never felt like it had this morning—like, like that. Life-altering? Transcendent? Shino tried to think of what the sex had been like, but the memories left him clinging to the kitchen counter and fully, almost painfully, hard.

It had been indescribable. Simply indescribable.