Another Bet

“Another Bet” by Hestia
Written for “blueh” who wanted more . . .

Naruto growled at Sasuke around the ballgag, his blue eyes furious, struggling against the ropes that kept him from ripping it out of his mouth and ordering Sasuke to stop teasing him and fuck him already. With those drawn on whiskers, he did look like a fox--a fucking sexy fox that was all Sasuke's for the taking.

He was magnificent—his tan, built body straining against the soft blue bondage rope Sasuke had special ordered over the internet. The ridiculously expensive stuff was the color Naruto’s eyes and made so it wouldn’t rub the skin raw no matter how hard Naruto fought against it. Sasuke had been buying a lot of things over the web lately despite the fact he was living in an apartment that was about the same size as his old bedroom, bathroom, and closet. For example, he gotten both the leather ballgag in Naruto’s mouth and that custom-made leather collar that had an engraved plate on it saying, “Sasuke’s Pet.” The silver clamps hanging on Naruto’s nipples were another purchase as was the leather paddle that had produced that bright red color all over Naruto’s ass and thighs.

Sasuke had gotten dildo, vibrators, anal beads, and other fun things to stick inside that red ass, but right now he had a freshly carved piece of ginger root inside his personal fuckhole. Ever since that first night, he’d loved doing this to Naruto. The burn of the ginger made the blond so desperate to be fucked, that if Sasuke could just hold back long enough, he would break—sobbing, begging, and confessing the feelings that he was normally too proud to admit. But as much as Sasuke loved Naruto like that, he could hardly ever hold out. When it came to his sexy foxboy, his control was shot.

Like now, when he should be just enjoying Naruto’s struggles, that little bit of hurt underneath the fury he could see on Naruto’s face and in his eyes just melted him. Annoyed with himself, Sasuke scowled saying, "Don't look at me like that, idiot. That gag is for your own good. You're the one that decided we should live here in the closet with paper thin walls."

That produced more growling around the gag, and a little ribbon of saliva ran out the corner of Naruto's mouth. With a groan Sasuke bent down and held Naruto's head still, licking up that drool. When he raised his head, Naruto was pushing his ass up in the air and wiggling it like a ten-dollar whore, and his face and eyes now showing desperation and desire. Sasuke would have laughed, but his own cock was wiggling almost as much as that incredible ass of the blonde's, fiery red on the outside and no doubt just as hot on the inside.

“Hold still, pet,” he ordered, and the look of hope and happiness there as Naruto now fought his own body to try to obey, made Sasuke moan. He pulled out the ginger root out that he’d carved himself into a butt plug—Naruto’s carvings were pathetic—and slid his fingers in. They’d found that lube tended to lesson the burn, and as long as Naruto had been good and stretched before the ginger went in, they could get by with just a little spit on Sasuke’s cock and nothing on his fingers. Right now, those unlubed fingers were getting massaged by Naruto’s ass muscles. And with Naruto’s ass tightening and loosening around Sasuke’s fingers, tugging inwards, the blonde succeeding in enticing Sasuke to give up on his elaborate plans and get to the fucking.

He had to be inside Naruto now. Sasuke jerked out his fingers and rubbed his cock against the side of Naruto’s mouth, catching his drool on his cock. Then moved around, positioning himself, and grasped those red buttocks and pushed into that swollen, gapping, almost red hole. Naruto’s ass swallowed up his cock and tightened around him, making him grunt loudly. The shock of feeling that tight heat around his bare cock still stunned him every time--although they’d been going at it bareback now for two weeks, ever since they’d run out of condoms one night, and neither wanted to stop to get more. Sheer sexual desperation had made Sasuke confess he’d been celibate for about a year, and once he’d heard that from Sasuke, Naruto had admitted he’d not had sex for about seven months either before that night he’d come home with Sasuke.

The Uchiha began to move slowly in and out of Naruto’s ass, gripping it tightly to hold it still. Both of their cocks were ringed—Naruto’s for Sasuke to control when he came, and his own so he could last longer. The sound of Sasuke undoing his cockring was enough to trigger Naruto into a dry orgasm more often than not—and all Sasuke had to do was hold out long enough to undo Naruto’s, and they could come together.

Oh, god, Sasuke could feel the ginger now, feel it all over his cock, and there went the last bit of his self-control. He began to slam into Naruto, looking down. The sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing out of those perfectly shaped butt-cheeks was something he would never get tired of seeing. The afternoon sun coming in the window was lighting up the fine gold body hair that covered Naruto, so light he normally couldn’t see it. The faint glimmer of that hair only made the unnatural redness from Sasuke’s paddling of Naruto’s ass more noticeable.

He, Sasuke, had done that. He had tied up and smacked this wild, golden thing, with the body and cock of a porn star. Once more, Sasuke thanked the gods that Naruto had absolutely no taste in clothing at all—otherwise, he’d have to fight for this instead of having the idiot practically begging him to take him in the most degrading and painful ways. Not that it seemed to degrade or cause him pain at all—the rougher Sasuke gave it to him, the harder he came, and happier he seemed to be. Naruto was—he was—Sasuke growled, shook his head, and just tried to slam in harder and deeper. Whenever he tried to classify Naruto, his brain hurt and the blonde usually did something to show Sasuke just how beyond classification he was. He was Naruto, the one and only.

And Sasuke’s one and only. This ass, god, this ass burning and clenching around him, sucking him in, welcoming the worse Sasuke could throw at it, ahhhh, fuck—there was no other like it, and no other would do. His. All his. And for all that he was the one that had put the collar on Naruto, he’d never felt more out of control and helpless in his life.

The need to cum was so strong now he hurt, and Sasuke reached down and unsnapped his cockring. Naruto’s ass convulsed around him, his back arching, straining against the blue ropes, and the muted sounds from behind the gag grew louder. That immediate response brought Sasuke instantly, and as he came, the pleasure rushed through him, making him think he might die this time, and he shouted, “Naruto!” Nothing, nothing should feel this good, like you were flying and falling and exploding all at the same time. When he came like this, he couldn’t see or hear, couldn’t think, could only ride it out and trust that he would surface on the other side—and if he didn’t, this was how he wanted to die, not in blood and pain, but in cum and joy.

Ah, god, perfect, perfect! He just want to stay still like this and recover, still feeling that ridiculous lightness that hit him afterwards, that giddy state when he didn’t have a shred of pride—it was all forced out by that silly contentment that flooded him. The warm skin beneath his cheek, the still convulsing ass around his softening cock, ah, he just wanted to lay here and enjoy it quietly . . .

But the back beneath his face bucked up sharply, uncomfortably, and he forced himself to get up on his knees and to pull his cock out of the hole he’d just filled. He loosened the blue ropes enough to turn Naruto over. And the sight made him hard again—oh, god, that huge cock of his was now almost purple. Naruto began to jerk his hands free from the loosened rope, but Sasuke didn’t care. He was too busy undoing Naruto’s legs, so he could pull them up and thrust into him again. He managed to do that just about the moment that Naruto jerked off the cockring and blew.

Watching that big cock shoot out thick globs of cum was incredible, but Sasuke ignored it, watching Naruto’s face. His mouth screamed around the leather ball in his mouth, and his eyes rolled back in his head for just a moment before returning to Sasuke’s. There—there—was the look that he was a slave to. Sasuke’s second orgasm hit him, and he cried out incoherently and fell forward over Naruto, shuddering. Before he’d even stopped spraying, his hands had clawed off the gag, his mouth finding Naruto’s, needing to kiss him before he said the words that wanted to come out every time he saw that look on the idiot’s face.

They kissed until Naruto suddenly pushed up Sasuke’s face saying smugly, “You lost, asshole! You screamed my name when you came, and I have it on tape.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes—thank god, he hadn’t said any of those words. This was why—how could he love such an obnoxious idiot? And he hadn’t screamed his name when he’d cum, had he? But Naruto had grabbed Sasuke’s laptop off the desk/bedside table and had it on his chest between them and was happily skimming through the video they’d just made looking for the right moment. Sasuke reached around the laptop and jerked off one of the nipple clamps, making Naruto’s head fly up and face distort with pleasure.

“Sasuke!” whined Naruto, “Don’t try to distract me! Admit it, you lost the bet!”

“Never!” said Sasuke.

“But it’s right here on video,” whined Naruto.

“Idiot! It doesn’t matter if I screamed your name a thousand times,” said Sasuke, pulling the laptop out of Naruto’s hands and dropping it on the bed beside their joined bodies. He lowered himself down and began teasing the nipple he’d taken the clamp off of with his tongue.

“It d-doesn’t?” asked Naruto, his voice shaking a little as Sasuke’s mouth aroused him.

Sasuke raised his head, letting Naruto’s nipple pop out his mouth with a loud, wet, whistling noise that made Naruto moan a little.

“It doesn’t, idiot, because if I lose, I have to fuck you the way you want, whereas if I win, I fuck you the way I want. But either way, I get to fuck you, so I win.”

“But I won! You have to do it how I like it!”

“And how do you like me to fuck you, Naruto?” asked Sasuke, smiling his sexiest smile.

“Oh god, Sasuke, anyway you like, just fuck me, fuck me hard, now, please,” begged Naruto.

“Of course, idiot,” said Sasuke. “Now are you going to be quiet or do I have to put the gag back on?” he asked as he pinched hard on the nipple he’d just been sucking on.

“Sasuke!” cried out Naruto, arching up.

“Maybe I’d better shove my cock in that noisy mouth of yours to shut you up, Naruto. But my cock’s all dirty and gingery from shooting off in your ass twice. But you’re a dirty boy, aren’t you? Do you want me to shove my cock in your mouth and push it back into your throat?”

“Yes!” shouted Naruto, making Sasuke’s eyes roll with annoyance. Sure enough there was a loud banging on the wall, and the sound of their exasperated neighbor, Zabuza shouting, “Shut up, you fags!”

But as Sasuke sat on the edge of the bed with his cock deep in Naruto’s mouth, he didn’t care if they really did get thrown out at the end of the month after all. He’d wanted to pay for a nicer apartment from the beginning, but Naruto had objected, not wanting to be “kept” or “a burden.” Sasuke leaned over and felt the leather collar around Naruto’s neck as he sucked away on his cock. He smiled down into those blue eyes of his foxboy, thinking Naruto was indeed an idiot to think keeping him would be a burden. But now wasn’t the time to be thinking about the future—especially not when Naruto started humming around Sasuke’s length, driving him mad.

He had a bet he’d lost and had to pay—and he was going to make sure he paid in full.