D/s Naruto

Chapter 60 (Monday 18 June 2007, morning)

Itachi woke up erect in Kisame’s arms, feeling sore all over. Kisame was still sleeping. Itachi tried to pull himself out of his new master’s arms without waking him, but Kisame was awake in seconds. He had Itachi on his stomach and was on top of him, rubbing his own erection against his ass and thighs, before he could even start to protest. “Let’s see what I’ve caught here in this bed,” said Kisame, his always sexy voice, even sexier in the morning before he had something to drink. “What do I have here under this silky black hair?”

Itachi felt Kisame pulling aside his hair, exposing the back of his neck. “A collar? Could this be a collared slave here in my bed?” His mouth descended and began licking and kissing the skin next to the thick platinum chain. He whispered into Itachi’s ear, “It tastes like tender slave. But is it male or female? I think I’ll turn it over and see what I have caught.” Then Kisame balanced above him, turning him. “Ahh! It’s a boy! A beautiful boy!” It was silly, but Itachi felt himself blushing. “It’s turning pink! I wonder what else it does? Will it talk if I do this I wonder?” Kisame lowered his head to one of Itachi’s sore nipples.

As a dom, Itachi almost never had his nipples pinched, no, make that never. Only Kisame had pinched them, and not for very long or often during their lovemaking sessions over the years. But yesterday his nipples had been in heavy clamps for hours. He was conscious of them in a way he’d never been. And when Kisame’s mouth found one of them, he bit—not wildly, not deeply or dangerously, but a slow, steady pressure of his teeth, like a metal clamp, but also not like it because there was wetness and softness around the excruciating pain. It was all the more shocking since Kisame had been so playful just seconds before. Itachi could feel himself losing his erection, feel the pain rising, but he knew he could handle it, he could deal with it. Then he felt a similar pain on his other nipple. Stunned he looked down for a second thinking he’d felt teeth there too—but it was Kisame’s fingernails cruelly pinching his other nipples. The clamps, those heavy silver clamps with their humiliating little chains dangling from them, were heaven compared to this. The tiniest little whimper escaped his throat, and then Kisame released both nipples. The blood raced back into them, making the pain worse. Itachi could feel tears running down his cheeks.

“Is this how you thank your Master in the morning for allowing you in his bed, Slave?” demanded Kisame.

And then Itachi, to his shame, let out a loud sob before saying in a shaky voice, “No, Master, I’m sorry, so sorry. Thank you, Master.”

“Thank me with your mouth on my cock and by showing me you’ve learned how to swallow my cum,” ordered Kisame rolling back onto his back.

“Yes, Master,” whispered Itachi as he lowered his head to Kisame’s waiting cock. But as he sucked, Kisame’s hands were soft and gentle, touching the collar on his neck, playing with his hair. But the burning pain in his nipples wouldn’t let Itachi relax. Kisame could torture him again at any moment—any moment for the rest of his life. He could do anything to Itachi, his slave. Itachi struggled to breathe—it was hard enough to breathe just giving a good deep-throating blowjob, but to be crying at the same time—if he didn’t calm down he would choke and be punished again.

`Calm, be calm,’ he told himself, but his cock was stiff again, excited, aroused at his own helplessness, his slavery. Maybe, maybe if he pleased Master enough, he would be allowed to cum earlier than 8:47 a.m. next Sunday morning? Six whole days away. Itachi remembered how it had felt to be made love to in this bed, no to be fucked, fucked as a slave. It had been amazing. Why, why had he had to vomit? Why did he always make things so hard for himself? Why was he still doing it? Focus, focus, focus on this beautiful big black cock, the split of the lips at the top of it, on the urethra’s hole, on the veins that curled up and around the shaft. On that taste, that taste of Kisame’s precum, that smell, the smell of sex, of a hot, sexually aroused male, a male for him to taste, for him to feast on, for him to please, for him to reduce to helpless mush, coming with an orgasm he couldn’t hold back and wouldn’t forget. Ah, Master, Master, cry for me, cum for me, thought Itachi as he lost himself in taking his cocksucking skills to another level.


Kisame sighed with relief as Itachi worked him over. But part of him noticed and was annoyed at how much better this oral sex and the oral sex yesterday was from what Itachi had been giving him over the years. But it wasn’t fair to compare the services of a lover to those of a submissive, a slave. Of course the slave would be better. The stakes were so much higher. Kisame gasped and pushed up at the intensity of Itachi’s sucking. Jesus God, he could get used to this! God willing, he would. He had been afraid it would all vanish overnight. A part of him had thought Itachi would get up, freak, lock himself in his condo with his guns and knives, and call up Ibiki to evict him. But that was all just a bad nightmare—oh, god, the humming, not the humming. He wasn’t going to be able to hold off any longer. Itachi, god, Itachi! But he held back that name even though he couldn’t hold back his cum, exploding like a geyser into his slave’s wet willing warmth. His hands fisted hanks of Itachi’s hair as he emptied himself completely.

He lay there with his eyes shut, panting, until tugs on the hair still trapped in fists made him look down. Christ, Itachi could have spit all the cum out, and he wouldn’t have noticed. Fuck, he didn’t care. But Itachi had just laid his head down on his thighs, those gorgeous long eyelashes covering the little slits of his eyes he had open. But he must have seen Kisame’s eyes open, for he said softly, “Thank you, Master, for letting me sleep in the bed. I love you, Master. Please tell me what I should do now for you.”

“Be quiet and lay there, Slave,” said Kisame, once more stroking Itachi’s hair. “That was good, boy, very good.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Each of them lay there quietly, listening to the other breathe. Finally after twenty minutes or so, Kisame said, “I promised to wash your hair today, slave. Now it would be a real shame to do that if it wasn’t really dirty. I think you’ll make a nice breakfast table this morning to eat off of. Hmmm. Pancakes, that’s what I want. Go wash up and start cooking. No clamps as I don’t want little metal chains in my food.”

“Yes, Master,” said Itachi, quickly rising up and going. He wasn’t going to be spanked by a metal spatula today if he could help it.


When Kisame got into the living room a half an hour later, he could hear Itachi humming in the kitchen. Itachi, Uchiha Itachi, the one who could make a sub pee with one glare, was humming in his kitchen, making him pancakes, naked except for a cockring. Kisame stopped, knelt down, and did something he hadn’t done for way too long.

He prayed. There had to be God, a good and generous God. A God whom he owed lots and lots of thanks.

In the kitchen, Itachi shifted into humming yet another Barry White tune.


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A/N: Thanks again for all the reviews! I can't believe this story is 60 chapters and seems like it really just started since everyone's just met. It seems so weird because I once covered four years in a one shot! ("Pierceless"--if you like piercings, guys, that is my piercing story--a Loveless fanfiction in Anime--oh, plus handcuffs and other goodies).

Just a few responses to some reviewers--

Thanks for the Bleach suggestions--I "donated" to a website, downloaded episodes 34 to 70-something before my "donation" downloads ran out and had a Bleach orgy (part of the reason I took a week off, also I went away for the weekend for my birthday).

I do think it has to be Ichigo and Renji now for Gaara and Shika, but I haven't even had either one come up with the idea yet.

Reno's lover--no that wasn't a studded belt that Naruto beat Sasuke with, it was the one he bought him at the department store.

I think I overdid it with Naruto and belt. I have no experience with that sort of thing and haven't a clue how long the effects would be felt. But Naruto wasn't hitting hard like Kisame--maybe I'll work that explanation in at some point . . .

Blue the demon--I don't remember what you complained about, but I'm glad you're happy now!

DigitalKisses--A Temple, pour moi??? Kisses!!!

dragon--I hope you like your Kankurou/Shino--I wrote it just for you!

AnimeCookie--thanks for the cookie! I agree, Sasuke can't dom all the time as he isn't able to be there for someone else all the time that a good dom should be there. But yea, he can dom when he wants. And he's already collared Naruto, who hasn't even a clue about that . . .

Allys--I love you!!!

Oh, and why I'm moving up the timetable on Sasuke's piercing? I don't know, it just sort of happened. If I let my self go, I'd have Shino, Sasuke, Itachi, and Shikamaru with piereced cocks! That's sort of ridiculous, but I think I've been spending too much time looking at pictures of cock with piercings and wands in them. (Seriously, http://gallery.princeswand.info/index.php Once you've joined the site, check out the toprated pictures--OMFG!!! http://gallery.princeswand.info/displayimage.php?album=toprated&cat=0&pos=4 is the one I put in Shino).

To everybody that quoted their favorite lines, Adi, Allys and those I can't remember--thanks! That really makes a writer feel fabulous!

Adi--I don't know about the libary scene, but I'll keep it in mind.

Makkura Arashi--I love Sensitive Pornograph!! You've probably notices I steal sex positions from that all the time!

ObisidianLace--Thanks for the beautifully written review! As a holder of three degrees in English, I am proof that getting an English degree has some benefits. You can beta your own fanfiction porn!

On future chapters--I had a request for Ibiki a while back, so I'm going to do them next, then Gaara and Shino, then back to Naruto and Sasuke. If you ask for a couple, I'll try to work them in next, but sometimes, like with Chapter 55-7, I sort of get on a roll with a set of characters and just go with it.

Thanks again!

I decided to make a pdf file of my reviews in case AFF lost them, and the file is 102 pages long!!!!

By the way, the story so far is 176,693 words long--not counting author notes or warnings. That's a bit insane, isn't it?

Love,
Hestia