D/s Naruto

Chapter 68 (Sunday 18 June 2007, late morning)

“What the hell did you do that for?” screamed Sasuke, looking in shock at his cock with another hollow needle in it, a little below where the ring of his Prince Albert entered his frenulum. “You said you were just going to bandage it up!”

“I was trying to surprise you,” said Naruto, sliding a gold barbell in the hollow needle. Like the ball in the captive bead ring in Sasuke’s Prince Albert, rubies glittered on each end of the barbell when Naruto was done.

“I’m fucking surprised!” snarled Sasuke.

“Come on, it didn’t hurt much, did it?” demanded Naruto.

“That’s not the point!”

“There is no fucking point, anyway, Sasuke! Shut up! You agreed to be the sub and to let me pierce you where and when I want. Remember? I’m the master here, and I’m putting in another one since you whined so much! I can run these all the way down your cock, over your scrotum, and right back to your asshole, so feel free to complain all you want.”

“You fucking bastard!”

“That’s a third one, boy,” snapped Naruto in his dom’s voice, all softness and silliness gone.

Sasuke shut his eyes and lay back on the futon, giving Naruto the same treatment he used to give Itachi. He felt the second needle pierce him and the weird sensation of the barbell being pushed in. He turned inside, distancing himself. Usually when he was subbing for Itachi, he’d let his mind drift back to those days he’d spent not knowing who he was, where he was, what he was. He’d see that stone in his mind, the tear of Shiva, and feel himself detach from his body. But now when he tried to focus on the stone, he could only see it against warm golden-brown skin, floating under a smiling mouth and blue, blue eyes. It suddenly occurred to him that Naruto had told him he loved him more times than anyone else in his life. He doesn’t know me, know how unloveable I am, a voice whispered in his mind. But he could see those blue eyes looking at him with love, making him feel loveable, worthy, special, sexy. He remembered Naruto looking at him like he was the most precious thing in the world as he could feel him sliding in yet another gold and ruby stud in his cock.

He’s covering me in gold and gems, thought Sasuke, smiling. But he hasn’t tried to put a collar on me yet. I’ve collared him—and Itachi and Kisame will know it! My idiot hasn’t a clue what he’s wearing around his neck. He wears it because I gave it to him, not because it’s valuable. And he’s given me a sapphire, two fire opals, and—Sasuke opened his eyes and leaned up to look at his cock—seven rubies! He had a Prince Albert and three barbells down the underside of his cock!

“God, I can’t wait till you fuck me with this,” said Naruto, grinning at Sasuke, “Shit, I know I told you no sex for a month, but if there’s no complications, infection, or bleeding after two weeks, you can fuck with a condom. But only if things are doing well. And absolutely no fucking or oral sex for the beanpole without his rubber suit for three months.”

Sasuke’s response to this was that said beanpole became hard like a steel pole. Unfortunately, that led to bleeding. Naruto cursed and bent over Sasuke, with a roll of gauze and proceeded to wrap him up like a mummy. But Sasuke didn’t care. All he could think of was fucking Naruto with his new piercings. The studs would feel like that jeweled dildo. His fantasy earlier of pushing Naruto up against a wall in a black suit with a red silk shirt and fucking him vividly played back in his mind.

“You need a suit for tonight, Naruto. Can I please buy you one? I’ve been having this fantasy of you in a black wool suit with a red silk shirt,” said Sasuke, counting on the fantasy to override Naruto’s hatred for shopping for decent—or what Sasuke considered decent—clothing.

“A fantasy, eh? Tell me about it, Sasuke-slut,” said Naruto, tearing open a super-sized condom and rolling it down over Sasuke’s gauze-wrapped cock.

“You’re in a black suit: wool, well-cut, stunning. The red silk shirt makes your hair look amazing. Everyone is staring at the sexy blonde, wanting to rip that suit and shirt off you. But you’re mine, and they don’t dare touch you or talk to you. I push you back against the wall and reach for your tie—“

“I’m wearing a tie! Fuck! Do I have to wear a tie tonight?”

Sasuke stared at Naruto with his face screwed up like a kid who just tasted something bad and burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

But Sasuke couldn’t stop laughing—this is my dom! He whips me, he fucks me, he pierces me, and now he whines about my fantasy of him wearing a tie like I’m the dom, not him!

“Dammit, Sasuke! It’s time for your spanking!” Naruto stood up, pulling Sasuke to his feet, dragging him the few feet to the big heavy safe. He sat himself on it and tugged Sasuke, still laughing, down over his lap. After a few slaps, Sasuke’s laughter died. By the tenth slap, Sasuke was feeling the burn and yet still feeling aroused. The slaps on his ass, the pain in his cock and his still tender--although unclamped--nipples, all excited him.

How long the spanking would have gone on and what it might have led to would never be known, for Naruto’s phone rang again. Naruto’s hand rested on Sasuke’s warmed butt as they listened to the answering machine. “Mr. Uzumaki, my name is Baki Kaze. I’ve been asked by the club Uchiha’s to interview you about an incident that occurred at the club early this past Sunday morning. I’d like to meet with you today if possible. You can reach me on my cellphone at . . .”

“Fuck, Baki!” swore Sasuke. “That’s Sasori’s dog—he likely thinks Ibiki is going to go soft on us! Christ, Kisame better be waiting for us at the door at the club, or we’ll be ripped to shreds before we make the elevator!”

“But if he’s a dog, isn’t he a sub?” asked Naruto, sounding confused.

“Not that kind of dog, Idiot! Oww! I’m sorry, Master. I meant that Baki always does what Sasori wants. Oh, Master, ohhhhhhhh!”

Naruto smiled at this last sound his renewed spanking had drawn from his dark-haired submissive. His hands stopped spanking and began alternately caressing and pinching, his fingers probing Sasuke’s slightly swollen asshole on occasion as well, but never deep enough to hit that place that Sasuke wanted touched. He pushed up and thrust back into the teasing fingers, but Naruto would pull them out, only making his sub squirm and whimper.

But now was the time for interruptions it seemed, and the phone rang again. This time it was the mayor, apologizing for his inappropriate remarks and asking if he could take Naruto to lunch, adding that he would be delighted if Sasuke would join them as well. It was clear that Sarutobi was being tactful, allowing Naruto the option of inviting Sasuke along or not.

Yet despite the politeness and good will of the message, all it did was depress the two listening to it. The fact that Naruto’s famous father had left him alone and penniless when he was rich and famous was not something that could be reasoned away. Naruto had been homeless for months in his senior year in high school before Iruka had taken him in, and at times it had seemed to him his future would be nothing but a life of drugs, crime, or prostitution, or some combination of the three. He’d never actually become a rent boy, selling his body, but he been tempted and met teens who had. Some of the faces of the other homeless boys he’d hung around with haunted his memories—like Haku, for instance. Naruto could remember the very moment he’d been told the beautiful boy he’d robbed with, smoked pot with, and fooled around with had died. He asked around all the parks, hunted in the shelters, even checked the newspapers and police blotter, searching for Haku that first time he’d come home from college. He had enough money to share his little flat with Haku, and he was going to find him and ask him to live with him. But he’d only found the two men at the men’s shelter who had given him the heart-wrenching news. He could still see their dirty, worn faces in his mind.

Naruto’s hands balled into fists, and his face took on a look of intense determination. “I won’t be like him, Sasuke!” he said fiercely. “I’m going to make money and find a way to help the homeless children and teens in this city even if means I have to become the mayor! Believe it!”

Sasuke, who had slid off Naruto’s knees and was kneeling on the futon by his side, felt like he had been shocked by a live wire at those words. What was he doing with his millions of dollars? He looked down on his brother for his Lamborghini, even for buying those gold clamps and the gold bracelet and rings on his hand from Naruto, despite the fact he loved them and would pay twice that now to keep them. He did nothing—he didn’t have a job besides Uchiha’s, and that was a joke. He did almost nothing there.

“I believe you, Naruto,” he said quietly. “I want to help. Let’s start a foundation together. Let me donate a million dollars to get it started.”

Now it was Naruto’s turn to look like a man suffering from a high voltage accident. Sasuke blushed, standing up, turning around and going over to the microwave and fingering his shirt that he’d carefully draped over it when he’d stripped for Naruto. “Iruka and Kakashi can help as both work with kids, as will Trey with his political connections,” said Sasuke. “Lee and Gai will help also; I know they do charity work with the other policemen. And I can probably get a matching million out of the Hyuugas,” said Sasuke. He stared at his hands rumpling his navy blue linen shirt and began to try to smooth out the creases he’d made. He felt Naruto thump into his back suddenly and his arms wrap around him and hug him.

“Careful, Idiot!” said Sasuke, but his tone was loving, and his arms and hands held Naruto’s to his body. “What are you going to call this foundation of yours?”

“The Haku Foundation in honor of a homeless boy I knew who died,” said Naruto.

“Haku? That’s an unusual name. There’s a slave at the club named that who is so beautiful that he looks like a woman.”

“What? With long dark hair?” asked Naruto his arms loosening as Sasuke turned in them to face him.

“Yes, it almost to his knees.”

“My god, could it be my Haku?” asked Naruto with hope lighting up his face.

“Shit! Iruka and Kakashi know the club’s Haku well,” said Sasuke, not wanting to destroy that look of hope, “They never mentioned him to you?”

A look of such agony passed over Naruto’s face that Sasuke hated himself until the blonde said, “God dammit! I am an idiot! I never asked them for help! It could be, no it must be him! Sasuke, I have to know! Can you get his number for me now?”

Sasuke scrambled to find his cargo pants with his cellphone. He hit the speed-dial button for the front desk at Uchiha’s. Aoba answered. “Aoba, get me Haku’s cellphone number now, please, it’s urgent,” ordered Sasuke, pointing at Naruto’s phone to indicate he should get ready to dial.

As Sasuke repeated the number Aoba told him, Naruto dialed them, using the speakerphone option. Sasuke cut off Aoba, hanging up. He’d turned his phone’s ringer off this morning, not wanting it to go off when he was getting pierced and distract Naruto. It seemed like it took a long time for Haku to pick up although it was only four rings before his hello came over the speaker.

“Is this Haku the ice princess?” asked Naruto.

There was a gasp, then Haku responded, “Foxy?”

“Jesus god, I looked for you, everywhere IP! I came back like I said, and I was serious, dammit! I had enough to support us both, and you were gone. Some damn fool old men told me you were dead!”

“I found someone precious, Foxy. It was sort of like when that dom caged you—there was no way for me to get a message out. I think my master told people I was dead just so I wouldn’t be tempted to leave him.”

“I hear you’re a slave now, Haku, and a member at Uchiha’s. I’m a member too!”

“No way! Oh my god, you’re Uzumaki Naruto! And Iruka was the dom that caged you—holy shit! Iruka was you’re first dom—but he had Kakashi then—oh my god, you subbed with Kakashi?”

“Yea, I did. But I’ve moved on to better things now. In fact, as of last night, I’m in a month contract, but it’s going to be a lot more than that.”

“Who? I’m out of the gossip loop. Iruka spooked Zabuza bad on Friday, and I spent most of Saturday and Sunday in heavy bondage, so I missed the usual Sunday weekend analysis.”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

“Sasuke? You think he’s a better dom than Iruka? Hmmm, if you’d said Itachi, I wouldn’t be surprised, but, hey, Foxy, I’ll bet you’re inspiring the hell out of him, and no long hair either!”

“Long hair is ok if you’re not living on the streets, Haku. But Sasuke’s gorgeous, isn’t he?”

There was silence from Haku, and Naruto hastened to reassure him, “I mean like masculine gorgeous, not out and out beautiful like you, Ice Princess. No one is more feminine, more pretty than the Princess. But really, admit it, my Sasuke’s sexy.”

“Ok, I admit it. But my master, Zabuza, pwns Sasuke as a dom. Seriously, Naruto, the Uchiha is mere boy compared to Zabuza.”

“Yeah, and Zabuza is sacred of Iruka! Well, guess who was getting all friendly with Kakashi’s cock on Sunday when Iruka and I walked in on them?”

“Fuck me! No way! Iruka let someone live who touched Kakashi’s cock without his permission? Oh god, tell me this isn’t common knowledge because Zabuza has a thing for Kakashi that makes him do the dumbest stuff.”

“No, Princess, don’t worry, and don’t go spreading that around, either. But your dom’s deluded if he thinks Kakashi is going to leave Iruka. He’s collared; hell, I made that collar!”

“Wait, wait—Uzumaki Naruto is a dom! I’m sure I heard he was dom!”

Naruto laughed and said, “I’m a dom, Ice Princess, but I’m taken, I’m a one-sub man, and I’ve got the one, the hottest fucking sub there is, and I’m sorry, Princess, but I’m slotting you in number three after Kakashi, sight unseen, so be flattered and remember you have a chance to dazzle me later.”

“Oh my god, Naruto is my Foxy and is a dom. Oh, fuck, I can’t talk to doms, dammit!”

“I switch, Haku,” said Naruto, “just tell him I was subbing at the time. But we’ll talk another time. I’m going to start a thingee to help homeless kids like we were, so I’ll call your Zabuza about getting you two to help.”

“A thingee?”

“A foundation,” said Sasuke.

“Master Sasuke?” said Haku, shocked, then correcting himself, “Oh, uh, well, Sasuke? Oh, fuck, this is weird. I’m going to have to go call Zabuza, on this one, uh, guys. I’ll see about getting permission to talk to you, Foxy.”

“Ok, you do that. And tell him I’m not going to believe you’re dead anymore unless I see you in a coffin. Good-bye, Princess,” said Naruto.

“Good-bye, Foxy, Sasuke,” said Haku, hanging up.

Sasuke stared at the phone, not looking at Naruto, not sure how he felt about what had just happened. But then Naruto was hugging him, rechecking his bandages, and exploding around the shop like a whirlwind. Somehow Sasuke found himself on the phone arranging for a suit for Naruto while the blonde called Anko and Gaara on his newly charged cellphone, cleaning up the piercing equipment and needles, as well as the metal dildo. After he packed what he needed for the visit with Kisame and Itachi, Naruto pulled on a pair of tight jeans and a blue shirt the color of his eyes that was so sexy, Sasuke found himself getting hard again. He knew he should try to avoid erections so his four piercings wouldn’t bleed, but just thinking of those ruby-studded piercings, feeling them, made his cock even stiffer, but fortunately Sasuke’s navy linen shirt was long enough to hide it. They set off for Uchiha’s with Sasuke carrying Naruto’s bag, walking a little behind Naruto like a good sub should.

This walk, unlike the walk to the shop this morning, Sasuke enjoyed. He had Naruto’s butt in those tight jeans to look at, and each step made him conscious of his four new piercings. The linen seemed as coarse as burlap over his nipples and the lash on his shoulder, while his anus and buttocks, along with the lash on his thigh, reminded Sasuke of how his body had been used this morning by his master. And the memories were fueling fantasies in Sasuke’s mind, fantasies of Naruto fucking him in the men’s room at Dwayne in his new black suit.

If you told Sasuke just a week ago, he would be more interested in being fucked than seeing Itachi sub, he would have added you to his long list of insane idiots not worth paying attention to. But Sasuke was so immersed in his fantasy and watching that ass of Naruto’s that he was shocked when his doorman greeted him. Instead of walking that last bit down to Uchiha’s, Naruto was heading up to Sasuke’s condo. In the elevator, Sasuke found himself pinned against the wall, the metal handrail a cold stripe across his ass that he could feel right through the fabric of his cargo pants. Sasuke licked his lips and arched his back a little, pushing his nipples out towards Naruto.

“Little slut,” said Naruto in a husky, low voice before his mouth crushed Sasuke’s.