D/s Naruto

Chapter 77 (Monday 18 June 2007, noonish)

Kisame sat in the big oversized armchair with Itachi on his lap. Itachi’s head was pillowed on the thick wide arm of the chair and his newly washed hair was hanging down towards the floor.
Kisame’s aftercare had been loving and thorough, and that, combined with the painkillers, had left Itachi feeling wonderful. He had adjusted to the shock of having his nipples pierced, and really, it was amazing how he already was imagining Kisame doing all sorts of things to his nipples when the piercings healed enough to play with. His fantasies were so erotic that Itachi was a little surprised his cock, for some reason, wasn’t painfully hard anymore, just a little bit full of blood. He was, what, maybe 30% hard? It must be whatever Kisame had given him to dull the pain, Itachi decided, because he definitely feeling sexually excited just laying here over Kisame’s lap. Though that was a little weird too, because it wasn’t something to be excited about.

Kisame had ordered his favorite foods for lunch from Chouji, and they would be arriving soon. Sitting around waiting for food was hardly erotic. On the other hand, Kisame was going to handfeed Itachi, and he’d promised to sing to him after lunch. Kisame’s singing was always sexy, and Itachi had never eaten a meal lying on someone’s lap in nothing but a cockring. He suddenly remembered sitting in the dining room Sunday night, watching Sasuke lost in subspace under Naruto’s table. He’d thought he was jealous of Naruto, but had he been jealous of Sasuke? He was now a slave while Sasuke was a mere sub. But he was a secret slave—did he want to be on display in the dining room as a slave? And Sasuke had been spanked—what would it be like to be spanked in front of someone? So far the only person to witness him as a slave was Ibiki—but Ibiki, well, he’d subbed for Ibiki so much that it hadn’t felt weird to be kneeling and naked around him.

“Tell me what you are thinking, boy, that has you so excited,” ordered Kisame.

Excited? Oh, he was now about 90% hard—fuck, from thinking about someone seeing him as a slave, from wanting to be exhibited as a slave. And he would have to tell his master this—oh, god, he was now 100% hard. And so Itachi began to confess his fantasy.


“Quiet, boy!” ordered Sasuke, stopping Naruto’s wails over his impending new wardrobe. “Now, you filled me with cum, you need to clean me out. I’m not going to my brother’s, to pick up your suit, or to Dwayne’s with your cum dribbling out of my ass.”

“Sasuke! You pervert!”

Pervert? For god’s sake, he just wanted some towels or even better, a bowl and some towels, or towels and a trip to the bathroom—oh! Maybe he thinks I want him to give me an enema? But Naruto was bending down his head to Sasuke’s ass and once more licking him. Oh, my god!

“Naruto!”

But Naruto was licking and sucking at his asshole, and Sasuke couldn’t help but squirm and flinch at the feeling of his tongue. He could feel Naruto’s cum being forced out of him each time he contracted, but he couldn’t help it. And Naruto, god, he was swallowing it, licking him, sliding his tongue in—oh, dear, god, he needed to come! Had anything ever been more erotic? “Naruto! God, Naruto! I need to come so bad it hurts, please, Naruto!”

Naruto raised his head, and Sasuke could see the cum on his lips. “Naruto, oh god!” he moaned.

“Sasuke, you can’t, baby,” said Naruto.

“Naruto!” gasped Sasuke, shuddering and making more cum slid out of his ass.

“Hey,” cried Naruto, moving forward, using his blue shirt to catch the cum.

“Your shirt,” said Sasuke mournfully.

“What, you like this shirt?” asked Naruto with a grin.

“It’s the color of your eyes,” said Sasuke turning his head to stare over at the door.

“So you like it when my shirt matches my eyes? So I should wear a lot of blue, eh? So why do you want me in red and black tonight?”

Sasuke snapped his head back to glare at Naruto and discovered he’d taken that blue shirt off and had it wadded under his ass. “Now what are you going to wear for the rest of the day?”

“Whatever you pick out of your closet for me, daddy,” said Naruto.

“Don’t call me that!”

“Lots of tops like to be called daddy, but then again, you aren’t a top, are you, Sasuke-slut? Got seven new holes in your cock, and you’ve been hard ever since. Do you know how rare that is? You’re supposed to be laying down moaning about how much your dick aches and how it may never get hard again, but instead you’re begging to come, and if I didn’t have this cockring on you, you’d have shot off like a little fountain.”

Sasuke suddenly couldn’t take it and just threw his arms around Naruto and kissed him with all the sexual frustration he was feeling. Naruto tasted of cum, and the knowledge that it was his own cum that had been inside Sasuke made it seem even more erotic. The feeling of Naruto’s tongue stud made Sasuke think of his piercings, of the six times Naruto had pierced him, marked him, claimed him. He couldn’t get close enough to Naruto, couldn’t get his tongue into his mouth far enough, couldn’t cling hard enough—this was what he wanted, what he needed, what he loved—

“Sasuke! Down boy!” cried Naruto pulling Sasuke’s head away using some serious strength. “For god’s sake, even peeing is going to make you bleed. Cum might cause some serious problems and infections. Christ, at least give it 24 hours! Even I could go 24 hours without coming!”

“Really? Then do it! Put on a cockring and prove it!” challenged Sasuke.

“I can do it without a cockring!” said Naruto.

“You couldn’t even hold off when I wanted you to! It’s a good thing you reload fast because your control sucks! For god’s sake, you spewed that first session before I did anything other than look at you,” taunted Sasuke.

“That was different!”

“It was different alright—one second into our first scene you came on me, called out my name and kissed me, then tore off my clothes, blew me, and then fucked me like some animal. You bit me on the neck like we were a pair of cats!”

“Yea, but you liked it—you were begging me to fuck you in front of a mirror. If you don’t like my fucking, why do you beg for it so much?”

“I love your fucking, Idiot! I said your control sucked, not your fucking!”

“But, Sasuke, you make me lose control! You get all slutty and sexy, and how can I help it?”

“That’s the point, you can’t! So you should understand why this is so hard for me! You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!”

As soon as those words slipped out, Sasuke wanted them back—and sure enough, there it was—oh, god, that smile, that look—it was that little bit of surprise, that bit of amazement under the triumph that just killed him. He really didn’t have a clue how sexy he was, the idiot.

“Oh, Naruto,” said Sasuke.

And then Naruto jumped up and leaped on the coffee table. He wiggled, singing, “I’m too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy, it hurts. I’m too sexy for my land, too sexy for my land—“

“It’s Milan, Idiot!”

“—New York and Japan,” sang on Naruto. “I’m too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, the way I’m disco dancing—“

“Is fucking awful!” cried Sasuke throwing pillows at Naruto.

“Hey, I’m getting my sexy on,” said Naruto, before starting to wiggle and sing again, “I’m bringing sexy back, I’m bringing sexy back.”

“I’m going to give myself an enema!” said Sasuke fleeing to the bathroom. There was a large crash behind him, and he could hear Naruto cursing. The idiot had no doubt fallen off the coffee table and broken something, but Sasuke didn’t stop to look. He heard Naruto coming after him and slammed and locked the bathroom door.

“God damn it, Sasuke, let me in! You said I was supposed to clean you out, and I didn’t finish!”

“Go away!”

“Dammit, I’m your dom!”

“You said I could dom!”

“That was when Baki was here!”

“Fuck off!” cried Sasuke, his logic gone. To his surprise, Naruto did. He stripped in peace and was able to clean himself inside and out, washing off his body at the sink, before reapplying his deodorant and cologne, then redressing. By the time he’d brushed his teeth and hair, he was a little nervous. Was Naruto still out there? Had he left and gone over to Uchiha’s? He jerked the bathroom door open and stormed out into the bedroom, only to feel silly as it was empty. Sasuke froze for a moment, listening—the condo sounded empty, lonely. No, there was a little noise—yes, in the kitchen.

Sasuke moved to the kitchen and discovered Naruto was sitting shirtless at the table writing on a notepad. He didn’t seem aware that Sasuke was there, and Sasuke moved quietly behind him so he could look over Naruto’s shoulder. It was a list of offenses and punishments. He’d written:

Offenses/Punishment
1. Touching Kakashi/Two hours in straightjacket, hood, and gag
2. Touching Sai/Fifteen lashes with leather belt
3. Running low on ramen/Wash kitchen floor in French maid’s outfit with hands and ankles cuffed
4. Running out of ramen/Wash kitchen floor naked with toilet brush up ass
5. Forcing me to listen to snotty talk about wine, etc./Karaoke night
6. Calling me an idiot when alone/Kiss my ass
7. Calling me an idiot in front of others/Rim me
8. Slapping me/Public spanking
9. Locking me out of a room without a reason/Must purchase and wear t-shirt of my choice for two hours minimum in public
10. Telling me to fuck off/Must tell me XXXXX

Naruto seemed stuck on the last punishment, having crossed out whatever he’d initially put there. What did he want me to tell him? I am sorry? I love him? No, no, I’m not ready to say that. Sasuke pushed that thought out of his head and focused on the rest of Naruto’s lists. Looking at what Naruto had written, he was torn between feeling amused, annoyed, and guilty. But the longer he stood there, the happier he felt. That these things bothered Naruto told him that Naruto loved ramen and loved Sasuke. He should apologize. God, he hated apologizing. How should he start—oh, wait, Naruto, was finishing the last punishment. As Sasuke watched, Naruto wrote in “a recent masturbation fantasy.” That ass!

Sasuke cleared his throat loudly, not trusting himself to say anything. Naruto tilted his head back and grinned up at Sasuke, “I’m working on our contract,” he said. “Where’s my shirt?” Sasuke looked down at him, at that bright gold hair, the big blue eyes, the studs in his ear, the tattoo on his bicep, the gold hair over his tan chest that tapered down towards that red gold ring in his navel that matched his own—oh, god, so sexy. “I’ll go fetch it, Master,” he said.

Naruto spun in the seat to slap him on the ass, saying, “Hurry, I’m hungry.”

Hungry—oh, lord, so am I, but for you! Am I always going to feel so hungry for sex when I look at him? But when Sasuke got to his closet, he let his worries shift to what shirt would look good on Naruto—and suddenly remembered he had a black leather sleeveless shirt with a v-neck and black leather laces. He’d got it along with matching leather pants and boots to wear to a party, trying to look as much the dom as possible. Once he’d put the whole outfit on, he’d decided the top was too much and made his arms look thin and girlish. With a black leather top like that, you needed biceps and triceps, and a tatt would look good too. Sasuke pawed through his closet, finding the top buried at the back with other clothing he’d spent too much on to throw away but didn’t like. God, he could have worn this with those red pants on Saturday night—why hadn’t he thought of that? But, god, his arms would have looked thin and scrawny and the ribbons and the corset piercing—I’m glad I didn’t wear this, he admitted to himself. Having Naruto put those rings in my back and those ribbons on my body—god, why couldn’t I have gotten my cock pierced before I met Naruto? I could go days without an erection, and now I can’t seem to go minutes!

The black leather top was insanely sexy on Naruto, and once he was in it, he was Master, and Sasuke felt himself aching with wanting to please him. He obediently carried Naruto’s bag and followed him to Uchiha’s, so distracted by the way Naruto looked in those tight jeans and tight black leather top that he wasn’t even thinking about his brother until they got into the elevator. But when the elevator door shut, Naruto leaned over and pinched Sasuke’s nipples hard, saying, “So do you want your nipples pierced just like your brother’s? God, they’re so hard, your little tits—does that excite you? Or are you thinking about those clamps? You have slutty nipples, Sasuke. And you’re still hard, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” whispered Sasuke, his cock throbbing as Naruto continued to play with his nipples through the fabric of his shirt.

“Yes to what, Sasuke-slut?”

“Yes, I’m hard, Master. No, I don’t want to be pierced; I—I like wearing your clamps, Master.”

“Little whore!” said Naruto, pinching and twisting, making Sasuke moan and whimper.

Naruto tortured Sasuke’s tits until the elevator door slid open. When they did, he was as hard and aroused as Sasuke, breathing through his mouth. They both looked at the open door of the elevator for a moment. As it started to close, Naruto abruptly put out a hand and then moved out into the hall. “Which one?”

“The left one, Master,” said Sasuke.

But the left door opened abruptly, and a young man came out, but not being able to look up, Sasuke didn’t know who it was. Seeing them in the hall, the man called over his shoulder, “Sir, your company is here.” Sasuke didn’t recognize the voice—maybe it was a new waiter to replace Sai?

They heard Kisame call back, “Wait, see if they want lunch. Naruto come in.”

Naruto’s stomach growled loudly, and Sasuke bit his lip. “Hi, Kisame, I’d love lunch. Some ramen would be awesome!” And then they were in the living room, and Sasuke gave a little cry of shock. Itachi was naked on Kisame’s lap, curled into his body. There were marks on his ass and back from a harsh beating. Kisame pushed Itachi’s body down flat on his lap, and Sasuke let out another gasp—Itachi lay there, his hair back over the arm of the chair, Kisame’s chain with that giant tooth around his neck, two rings in his nipples, and a cockring at the base of his thick, fully aroused cock. And the expression on his face—it was full of shock and horror as he looked at Sasuke, and Sasuke knew his face was acting like a mirror to that. He’d heard that Itachi was a slave, but somehow, he hadn’t really believed it.

“Well, let me take a look at those nipple rings before the food comes,” said Naruto, moving over and blocking Sasuke’s view. And Sasuke gasped again, remembering Naruto was wearing Shiva’s tear.

“Which one of you is the dom?” he heard Kisame ask, his voice oddly pitched and lacking its usual smoothness.

“Sasuke’s agreed to be my sub for a month, but I let him dom a little bit each day cause he’s sexy when he’s all snotty,” said Naruto. “You did a good job, Kisame, and it would only make it worse for me to take these out and change them. There’s no reason Itachi should have fainted, but it could just be an Uchiha thing. Sasuke fainted on me on Friday night although he was so good today. He got four piercings in his cock, and the slut not only didn’t faint, he’s been hard just about nonstop since. You, ok, Kisame?”

“Ah-guh-dah-uh, yes, fine,” said Kisame.

“You know, you both look kinda pale and weak—you should eat. Don’t wait for us.”

“Master,” said Sasuke, feeling a little sorry for Kisame and Itachi, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, god, Sasuke, are you sure?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you guys want to see Sasuke’s piercings? They look so sweet! We’re going to have to take off all the bandages for the pee, anyway,” said Naruto.

Oh, god, only Naruto would say something like that when their food was right there! Itachi’s and Sasuke’s eyes met, and suddenly the brothers burst into laughter. Kisame flipped Itachi over and began smacking his ass hard, but Itachi couldn’t seem to stop laughing.

Sasuke pressed his hands over his mouth and tried to still his own laughter. To his surprise, Naruto let out a short laugh as well, saying, “Give it up, Kisame! Anybody would laugh to see their dom brother turned sub and all pierced. There’s probably some old wager between the two or at least a shitload of words that need to be eaten. I think we should just take a break from all this dom and sub stuff and just be normal people for a while.”

And that stopped Itachi from laughing even though Kisame kept spanking him. “Master, please, don’t let us be normal until Sasuke has to show us his cock,” he begged. And that speech made Sasuke stop laughing as well.

Kisame spanked harder, saying, “Only a sick, dirty boy would want to look at his brother’s cock! Maybe you need to be put in a hood for the rest of the day!”

“Master, Master, I’m sorry! Please, forgive me!” begged Itachi, and they all could hear the honesty and despair in his words.

Sasuke began to undo his pants.

“Strip, strip completely,” ordered Naruto, forgetting that he had just seconds ago wanted them to all act “normal.”

“Yes, Master,” said Sasuke. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and let it just fall to the floor. The sounds of Kisame’s spanks filled the room. He kicked off his sandals and dropped his pants, stepping out of them.

“Come here,” ordered Naruto. The short walk to Naruto’s side in nothing but his piercings and the condom-covered bandage seemed to take so long. And Kisame, cruel Kisame was still spanking Itachi, making his ass brick red. Than Naruto was pulling off the condom, handing it to Sasuke, and unwrapping the bandage. There was blood on it, but not a huge amount.

Kisame at last stopped his spanking, saying, “Look at your brother’s cock like you wanted to, Slave. I may just have yours pierced the same way.”

“God damn, that’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” said Naruto in soft voice as the last bit of bandage came away. Sasuke caught the bandage before it fell. Naruto’s hands gently lifted Sasuke’s cock to show them the gold and ruby barbells.

“So, Slave, do you want your cock pierced like that?” asked Kisame.

Naruto’s right hand moved from Sasuke’s cock to his cheek, tilting up his head, so Sasuke’s eyes met Naruto’s. “I’m never going to touch Itachi’s cock for the rest of my life,” said Naruto earnestly. The love in his eyes, on his face, and the promise in those words—Sasuke felt his eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t cry, love,” said Naruto huskily, scooping up Sasuke, “Here, baby, let’s go take care of that cock, now.” Looking around, he said, “Where’s the bathroom?” but he was already moving in the right direction. Sasuke raised a shaking arm, pointing.


In the living room, Itachi was sobbing hysterically. Kisame pulled him into his arms, holding and caressing him, stroking his hair and back, hoping that Itachi was sobbing out of relief that all the agony and sexual tension between Sasuke and he was resolving, ending. Sasuke wasn’t Itachi’s responsibility any more, wasn’t—for better or worse—the most important person in Sasuke’s life. Seeing Shiva’s tear, that uncut diamond that men had killed over, that had supposedly wrought miracles, that had made Sasuke’s heart beat once more after it had stopped—it had given Kisame chills. He’d spanked Itachi partly because he’d been terrified. The damn thing was so ordinary looking, so innocuous, but it was somehow eerie. And why, why was Sasuke’s neck bare? Kisame’s hands went to the chain around Itachi’s neck that he’d worn for years while waiting for him. That stone, that ancient stone, brought death into room, thought Kisame, realizing why it bothered him. Shiva was the destroyer, the one who would end the world. They could all die at any moment. Kisame pulled Itachi’s head from his chest, saying to the sobbing man on his lap, “Itachi, I love you! Don’t ever forget that! I love you!”

“Oh, Kisame! Kisame!”

“It’s ok, baby, it’s ok,” said Kisame letting Itachi cling to him again, still sobbing but less wildly now. “Shhhh, quiet down, now, or Naruto will make me take you to the emergency room,” he added. And Itachi was now half-laughing and half-crying. Kisame began to kiss the side of his head, down to his ear, his neck.

By the time the ramen arrived and Naruto and Sasuke came back from the bathroom, Itachi was once more lying on Kisame’s lap, peacefully and quietly. Sasuke dressed quickly and in silence, and then they ate, the talk of Naruto’s nameless foundation. And by the time, Naruto and Sasuke left, the foundation with no name was already a multi-million dollar one.