D/s Naruto

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I went away, then came the 4th and health problems for my cat. He sees the heart doc next week about his heart murmour, and they'll try to take out the mass in his stomach during his endoscopy. Thanks for the many votes and reviews!!
Love,
Hestia

p.s. This is the cock piercing chapter!
pps. Thanks DuosAngel for noticing the typo!!
ppps. Thanks A VampiresButterfly for noticing I already had Kurenai as a math professor!

Chapter 67 (Sunday 18 June 2007, morning)

“Are you crying out of guilt or fear, Sasuke?” asked Naruto softly when he sat back down next to Sasuke.

Sasuke head snapped up, and he said icily, “I’m not crying.”

Naruto smiled. He was sure the Uchiha had been for the former reason and had been trying to tease him into a better mood. The Uchiha pride seemed pretty easy to manipulate. It didn’t occur to Naruto that the Uzumake pride was perhaps even easier to provoke.

“Hey, why don’t you call Dwayne’s while I get so things ready? Then we’ll warm that butt of yours before starting,” said Naruto with a smile that made Sasuke blink. Sasuke picked up the phone from the futon and dialed it. Naruto began gathering his piercing tools, not really listening, smiling like he’d just won the lottery. Sasuke felt his mouth curving in a smile himself. The idiot really was in love with him.

“Hi, Ayame, it’s Sasuke.”

“Sasuke! I’m so sorry I wasn’t working last night! Please tell me that you are coming back soon with the tragically beautiful blonde that George is head over heels for!”

“Tragically beautiful? George needs glasses,” said Sasuke grinning even as he watched a beaming Naruto that looked anything but tragic. And beautiful wasn’t really the right term for someone with Naruto’s very masculine looks—fucking sexy, was more like it.

“Well, he must be a looker if he managed get George’s eyes off you who he’s worshipped for years now.”

“So I’m replaced, eh?”

“Oh, yea,” said Ayame laughing.

“Well, I am coming back with not one, but two beautiful blondes tonight and a pretty brunette to boot,” said Sasuke. “If either Hatake Kakashi or Umino Iruka calls, tell him you already have the reservation booked. We need a table at 7.”

“Very well. Shall I put you in the little wine cellar?” asked Ayame.

Sasuke hesitated, thinking of the glass enclosed private room full of some of Dwayne’s stock. It would mean no one would overhear their conversation but the servers, but it would irritate Naruto a great deal. Hmmm, well, privacy was more important. “Yes, please,” said Sasuke. “And Mr. Hatake will be paying for the dinner, but please charge the room to me.”

“Certainly, Sasuke. A table for four in our private wine cellar at 7. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight,” replied Ayame.

“Thanks, Ayame. I’ll see you then,” answered Sasuke now letting his attention go to Naruto who seemed to be getting out an absurd amount of stuff for one piercing. He’d also stripped off all his clothes but the pair of Sasuke’s silk boxers that he’d picked out for Naruto this morning. They were red and a little tight for Naruto. `Christ,’ thought Sasuke as his eyes followed Naruto’s ass around the room, `it’s a good thing he likes orange—if he wore red he’d cause riots.’ Naruto vanished into the tiny bathroom for a moment, and Sasuke spent the time daydreaming about Naruto in a black suit with a red silk shirt. In his mind he threw Naruto against the nearest wall and began pulling down his tie, opening his collar, exposing that neck that made Naruto weak and willing . . .

“Eh, Sasuke, you ready for your spanking, now?” demanded Naruto emerging from the little bathroom and seeing Sasuke was off the phone.

Sasuke looked up from where he was sitting cross-legged on Naruto’s futon, and the sight of Naruto nearly naked save for that tight bit of red silk sent his body into full arousal: the beanpole got as thick and long as it could, his tiny nipples swelled up, and his muscles pushed down and spread his anus wider. A shiver passed over him as his muscles seemed to contract from his ass to his shoulders, in a rising ripple. As that ripple moved over his stomach, he could feel the red gold ring in his navel that Naruto had placed there, marking him, claiming him.

And suddenly it didn’t seem fair, how Naruto had changed him, transformed him, yet there he stood looking just the same as he had the first time Sasuke had seen him stripped like this—the night he had tied him down and whipped him with the riding crop. Oh, god, he’d been so dominant, yet the things he’d said, the way his words made love to me . . .

Naruto walked forward to the futon, smiling at the sight of Sasuke’s arousal, saying, “What a dirty boy, you are Sasuke-slut! Look at how hard you got at the thought of that spanking!”

Naruto’s words sent another tremor through Sasuke’s body, and his cock jumped. Naruto’s voice was now low and commanding as he ordered, “Uncross those legs, boy, and spread ‘em. I want to see where I’m going to ram my demon into your slutty body.”

Sasuke’s legs seemed to uncross themselves and spread wide. Need flooded him, and his head tilted back while he arched up his chest, aware of his nipples in the way that only had happened since he’d met Naruto. Never before had he let anyone torture his tits with clamps for more than an hour, and never with weighted clamps. Now just thinking about those heavy gold clamps made him excited, and when his master put them on—oh, god, his master, he was thinking about Naruto as his master!

Naruto’s naked foot was suddenly there, his toes running down Sasuke’s cock and over his balls, making Sasuke moan and push up. Naruto’s toes slid behind his balls, and then his big toe pushed in his anus. Sasuke pushed down, and the toe slid in, penetrating him in a way that felt fantastic—when had his anus gotten so loose that a mere toe taken dry felt so good? Naruto wiggled his toe inside Sasuke making him whimper and then leaned down, pinching both of Sasuke’s sensitive tits hard.

The pain of those fingers jolted through Sasuke, sending the proud Sasuke Uchiha farther and farther away from his mind. Now, he wanted his master’s touch, his master’s attention, his master’s approval. All the love, all the pleasure, all the satisfaction was within his reach—he just had to obey, to submit, to endure. Master’s toe in his asshole, master’s fingers on his nipples, Sasuke writhed and gasped out,”Ohhhhh, yes.”

“Yes, what,” demanded Naruto, pushing his toe in sharply as his hands went to Sasuke’s hair, pulling his head towards his crotch and the straining red silk.

“Yes, master,” replied Sasuke, his hands grasping that smooth red silk, pulling it apart, wanting instead to feel the hardness of Naruto’s cock, the roughness of those gold curls. Naruto’s right hand thrust down and jerked his cock out while his left hand gripped Sasuke’s blue-black hair tightly. Naruto’s thick cock smacked against Sasuke’s left cheek, then his right, but all Sasuke wanted was to capture it with his mouth, to draw it in and make his master happy, to taste that salty essence that he’d never craved before. Now he wanted that thick white cum to slide down his throat, knowing his lips, his tongue, his mouth, and his throat had pulled it forth.

“Suck that cock, slut,” ordered Naruto, pushing into Sasuke’s mouth with a roughness that made Sasuke cry out around the thickness filling him. Naruto’s big toe flexed, and another shudder went through Sasuke, making his jaws spread and open wider just as Naruto’s hips thrust forward, and the demon pushed a little way into the back of Sasuke’s throat. He panicked and gagged, but Naruto’s hands held his head tightly even as Naruto rocked back a bit before thrusting in again.

“Get used to it, boy, used to my dick in your throat. I’m going to fuck your face at least once a day, everyday for the rest of your life. From now on, every time you gag that’s a stroke with the crop.” Perhaps it was shock, but this time Sasuke didn’t gag. His eyes shut, his hands clutched at the red silk at Naruto’s hips, his mouth opened, and he let Naruto use him.

“That’s it boy! God, that’s good,” said Naruto slowly pushing in and out, “Sweet Jesus, you look so good with cock in your mouth. I love you, little slut, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to turn that ass of yours bright red every day. Oh, god, yes! Like that, my slut, that’s it!” For now Naruto’s cock was sliding in and out of the back of the Uchiha's throat, like Sasuke had been deep-throating dicks for years, not days.

Naruto’s words had completely banished all traces of the proud Uchiha, and he was driving into a Sasuke who was lost in the thrill of submission and love. For the frightening, terrifying words, “I love you,” that had made him push Naruto away Saturday night were now melting him, turning him into a panting, sweating, shaking mass of flesh that would do anything for more of them. Naruto’s admission of how he’d always wanted someone that looked like Sasuke, his complete panic and possessiveness when Sai had touched Sasuke, and his blatant, shameless celebration of Sasuke’s submission all had driven away the fear that his words of love were meant just for now and not for forever.

“Fuck!” cried out Naruto when his cock finally slid down so deep that Sasuke could feel the softness of silk and the tickle of Naruto’s public hair on his nose. Eyes shut, Sasuke’s other senses were more intense—the smell of Naruto, the taste and feel of him, the sound of his voice. It was almost unbearably exciting—his mouth and jaws spread so wide, that thick cock deep in him, his nose straining to breathe through the muffling, tickling feeling of pubes and silk, his nipples teased by the hair on Naruto’s muscled thighs, his cock dripping, pushing against the lowest part of Naruto’s leg, his balls on Naruto’s foot, his anus fucked by Naruto’s toe, contracting, straining, trying to pull it in deeper.

And then he was flying backwards, down to the futon, the cement under the wadded cotton hard beneath his back. Sasuke’s thick black lashes lifted from his eyes to reveal Naruto throwing his shorts at him, snapping out, “In the pocket, put them on.”

“Yes, Master,” whispered Sasuke, his throat still feeling stretched, strange, and a bit sore. His hands shook and his tits seemed unbearably itchy, sensitive, eager for the heavy clamps that Sasuke pulled out of Naruto’s pocket.

“You want them on you, don’t you?” demanded Naruto.

And the bite of the first clamp made Sasuke buck up his cock in the air and push out with his ass muscles—the pain felt so good! The little chains were cold against his skin, making little tiny clinks. “Yes, Master, I want them,” admitted Sasuke as he put the other clamp on with a moan. When he looked up into Naruto’s face, he cried out at how fierce his face appeared, almost frightening in its intensity.

“That’s my bitch! Now shove this up your asshole and ride it good and hard.”

Sasuke caught the metal object Naruto had squeezed a blop of lube on. “Master!” he cried out in shock, looking at the metal dildo studded with faceted gems. It looked terrifying, painful. Naruto had picked up a riding crop he’d pulled out when gathering his piercing things, and Sasuke hastily reached down and began to push the studded metal phallus into himself. It was cold, hard, humiliating. Naruto swung the crop, hitting his shoulder, and Sasuke cried out, “Master, I’m trying!”

But Naruto’s foot was now shoving his hands on the flared end of the dildo, pushing it into him with a burst of pain as his anus stretched and the edges of the gems grated over that tight ring of flesh. Sasuke screamed, pushed down hard, his eyes shutting. A few tears leaked out as he tried to adjust to the violent entry of the metal toy.

“Fuck yourself, slave, fuck yourself hard!”

And Sasuke did. His arms jostled the heavy clamps on his nipples as he pushed the dildo in and out of himself. He fucked himself with the toy, crying out at the strange sensation of the cold metal and the bumps.

The riding crop slashed over his thigh, painful, but somehow making Sasuke even more excited. His cock was a deep rose, the tip leaking, and he thrust the dildo in and out of him as fast as he could. He could feel his orgasm coming, and not wanting to displease his master, he opened his eyes and began to plead, “Please, Master, may I come? I’m close, Master, so close! Please!”

Then to his shock, Naruto dropped to his knees in front of him, and his head came down and sucked in Sasuke’s cock. The metal stud in his tongue flicked over the tip and then slid down the underside as Naruto swallowed him. Naruto’s hand took over from his, driving the dildo in and out of Sasuke harder and faster than he could have, and Sasuke screamed as the cum blasted out of him, right into his master’s mouth.

As his orgasm shot through him, Naruto stopped thrusting the metal dildo into him, and Sasuke felt his hands on his balls, on the red welt from the crop on his thigh, on his asscheek. Spent, he lay with his head thrown back, neck exposed, panting. He felt Naruto licking him, cleaning him, then the shock of a wet towelette, cold after Naruto’s hot mouth and tongue.

“Thank you, Master Naruto,” he said softly, now starting to think ahead to his spanking and piercing. Would it still be a spanking or would Naruto use the crop on him? The short red stripes on his shoulder and thigh where Naruto had swotted him with the striker on the end of the riding crop still stung, but the two blows had been placed with care. It was difficult to aim for a moving sub and apply just enough force to cause pleasurable pain and not enough to seriously hurt. Even as Sasuke lay there on his back, he remembered the precision and steady power of Naruto’s strokes on his back and ass, and excitement begin to built in him, although there was no way his drained cock could stiffen yet. He panted a little harder, jostling the little clamps in a way that felt good.

“Hold still,” ordered Naruto, and Sasuke felt him push something metal into the tip of his cock, down into his urethra. Sasuke froze as Naruto asked, “Ever had your cock stuffed before?”

Sasuke’s eyes flew open and landed on the pale icy green stone on the necklace around Naruto’s neck—the rare oblong uncut green diamond that had been worshiped for hundreds of years as the tear of Shiva, the supreme god. Déjà vu—he had stared at that stone in his hand feeling a catheter in his cock as he’d struggled to recover from the beating that almost had killed him. He hadn’t been able to think clearly, but he’d felt—mostly unloved and unwanted. He’d heard the whispers from the nurses when they’d thought he was asleep or unconscious of how his parents had tried to beat him to death and succeeded, how the sacred necklace of Shiva had saved his life after he’d flat-lined, how his grandmother had chosen him as the heir for the sacred talisman. He’d almost wanted to die, knowing if he didn’t pass on the necklace, the struggle to claim it would rip apart his family—but really, had there been much left to rip apart?

“I asked you a question, boy,” said Naruto in a commanding voice that pulled Sasuke back to the present.

For a second, Sasuke raised his eyes to Naruto’s big blue ones, confused, then shutting his eyes, he said, “Yes, Master. I had a catheter in me for weeks when my lung collapsed, when I was recovering.”

“Weeks! Shit, Sasuke, don’t you dare let it collapse like that again! You tell me the minute you feel faint, feel chest pains—if we are in a scene, say your safe word and tell me about it, no matter what. You remember your safe words, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” said Sasuke, smiling, “Danube to stop what you’re doing, Zambezi to stop everything.”

“Open your eyes, Sasuke, and look at mine,” demanded Naruto. Sasuke did, and somehow those eyes of Naruto still surprised him. Each time he saw them, they still seemed unreal with their sheer blueness. “You asked me this morning, who I belonged to. I belong to Uchiha Sasuke, and you belong to me. You’re mine, Sasuke, all mine.”

And then Naruto’s head tilted down, and Sasuke’s head rose up so his eyes could follow Naruto’s, and in shock, he watched as Naruto thrust a hollow needle in the side of his cock. The pain was sharp, intense, but strangely manageable, immediately dying down. Sasuke watched as Naruto pulled out the tube in his urethra and pushed in the gold ring captive ball ring. The ball of the ring was set with a red gem that flashed in the light.

“A captive bead ring, for my captive submissive,” said Naruto in voice that caressed Sasuke. “It’s a ruby,” said Naruto, “Red looks good on you, Sasuke-slave. You’re going to order red wine tonight, ruby red wine. And when you sip it, I want you to think of this ring with a ruby on it in your cock, a captive ring to remind you that you belong to me. That his cock is mine, all mine. Ah, shit, baby, you’re getting hard, that might not be a good idea.”

But having Naruto’s ring in his cock, listening to Naruto’s words, feeling his clamps tormenting his nipples, knowing he was facing a spanking and likely a fucking—he was hardening, stiffening, and even as he watched, a few drops of blood began to ooze out around the ring. He sat up, mesmerized by the sight, which for some unknown reason excited him even more.

“I’m bleeding for you, Master,” he said in a hoarse voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sasuke, I need to bandage you up, so please don’t talk to me like that,” said Naruto. Sasuke’s eyes darted from his own cock to Naruto’s, which was oozing precum.

“Like what, Master?” said Sasuke deliberately making his voice as sexy as he could. His cock twitched, and a few more drops of blood oozed out.

Naruto moaned and grabbed for his shorts that Sasuke had tossed beside him after taking out the clamps. He fumbled around before pulling out the gold cock ring. “Dammit, Sasuke, no teasing while I put this on you!” And carefully, his hands gentle, Naruto moved the ring into place. “I’m going to wrap this now,” said Naruto, but his hands were still around the base of Sasuke’s cock, and he wasn’t moving, just staring at Sasuke’s pierced cock with his mouth half open. Sasuke looked at Naruto looking at him, and his arms came up around Naruto’s neck, stroking it lightly.

Naruto shivered, moaned, and leaned over to kiss Sasuke. Their mouths met, and Sasuke felt like he could taste love in Naruto’s kiss. As a kiss, it was perfect—there was no other way to describe it, thought Sasuke. He could have held that kiss for forever, and he mewled a little protest when Naruto’s lips lifted from his. He held Sasuke’s face cupped in his hands and said softly, “Don’t cry, baby, don’t cry. I love you.”

“I’m not crying, Idiot,” said Sasuke.

“Ok, love,” said Naruto, watching the tears run out of the side of Sasuke’s eyes before lowering his mouth to his again.

And this kiss was perfect, too.

Once more Naruto was the one to pull his tongue away, to move those soft lips from Sasuke’s. And instead of a soft mewl, this time Sasuke let out a little cry of protest. Naruto kissed along Sasuke’s cheek, and his mouth pushed into Sasuke’s ear. “Do you love me, Sasuke? Do you love me just a little?” he asked.

“I don’t love you, Idiot,” said Sasuke.

Naruto’s head pushed down into Sasuke’s neck, and the silence in the room seemed heavy. The stone around Naruto’s neck touched Sasuke’s skin, and a shiver ran over Sasuke, and he tightened his arms around Naruto, feeling a dripping wetness on his back, beneath Naruto’s eyes.

“As much as you love me,” whispered Sasuke, kissing Naruto’s gold hair, pressing his lips down to feel his skin.

And then Naruto found his mouth again, and the third kiss began. And whether it was perfect or not, Sasuke couldn’t tell because the kiss went on and on, and then Naruto managed to coat his cock with lube without breaking it and enter him. At some point during that long, gentle lovemaking, the third kissed stopped, and the fourth began, but by the time Naruto came inside Sasuke, crying out his name, Sasuke could no more count than speak or think. Just as when he was recovering from his beating long ago, he simply felt.

But this time, all he felt was love.