Double Stuffed

This is the promised fic for Admiral ShadowWolf. She says the music Meme I wrote for her doesn't count. :p

I don't own Naruto

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Golden thighs shook, sweat sheen glinting in the cold overhead lights. Naruto keened softly, his cries dulled by the ball gag in his mouth. Why he had agreed to this was something he would never know. He knew Itachi was into some hardcore shit, but this was ridiculous.

Spreader bars at his ankles and thighs, holding his legs open at an outrageous angle. His legs were aching, and he knew that when he was let out of the devices they would cramp up painfully. A shuffling sound caught his attention, alerting him to his lover standing behind him. A bottle of lube rested on the table at his side, several objects already coated and waiting on the stainless steel tray.

Naruto's hands were tied to a third spreader bar above his head. It was attached to a pulley, allowing for increased or decreased mobility. At the moment, Naruto's mobility was severely decreased. The bar had been pulled up, leaving very little room for any sort of movement. His body was nearly vertical, knees pulled under him, ankles as far apart as his natural limberness would let them go.

“You're doing very well for your first time, pet.” Itachi's smooth timber swept through his body, his muscles tensing and shuddering. Something cool and slick, far too cool to be part of Itachi, touched his pucker. He jerked forward, unable to stop the reaction anymore then he could stop his heart from beating.

A sharp slap on the ass sent him jerking forward again, the various buckles and chains clinking gently. He keened softly, the slight pain less of an incentive for pleasure, then he had thought it would be. The soft open mouthed kiss Itachi placed on the red mark to sooth, took Naruto's mind off the slim intrusion working it's way inside of him. Itachi gently worked the toy in a circle, widening Naruto's sphincter with every rotation.

“Such a good boy.” He whispered, pausing to sharply nip the baby smooth skin of his captive. A bead of blood welled up from the small wound, Itachi licking it away, moving to another portion of unmarked skin. He slid the slim wand from the blonde, never pausing in his slow perusal of Naruto's skin, and grabbed a significantly larger dildo, sliding it home and drawing a guttural, if muffled groan from the boy.

Naruto was shaking, his hands clenching and unclenching in random intervals. Whimpers flooding through the gag, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears, from pain or pleasure even he wasn't sure. The larger one stung just a little, and he was filled with uncertainty, knowing what Itachi was building up to. The man had a fetish for anal fisting, and the knowledge that he could do nothing was as arousing as it was terrifying.

A few more turns, a quick pump in and out and the dildo was gone. Naruto shivered, unsure of what to expect next. The bed shifted a little, Itachi sliding fingers over his hips and pulling them back the lightest bit. The pale man used the blonde's bondage for his own balance, leaning forward to suck on that spot, the one just under Naruto's left ear. Guiding himself into the trussed up man. Tight heat engulfed the swollen head of his penis, Itachi hissed, rocking gently. Sliding the tip of his cock into Naruto. Teasing them both.

Itachi nearly regretted gagging the blonde, he did make the most gorgeous noises. And during this little experiment the pale man was certain his captive's cries would entice even the most pure angels down to the dirties levels of hell. From what he could hear behind the gag Naruto was nearly on the verge. Sighing a little, Itachi twisted his torso to grab something on the tray behind him. Pale hands sliding over tanned skin, playing with the head of Naruto's twitching cock, pulling something cold and circular over the head, lubing up the shaft and slowly, tortuously pulling the cock ring down, trapping Naruto's release. Those hands, slim fingers made for the ivory keys of a grand piano sliding back up the straining cock, pulling back the foreskin, dipping into the slit, spreading precum.

Dark laughter rang through the room at the soft noises that could have been screams. Itachi settling his hands on Naruto's hips, moving slowly until he was balls deep in his own little patch of heaven. The toys had done their job, Naruto was loose enough that any sudden movements wouldn't hurt him. Still tight enough to feel every inch of Itachi against his sensitive nerves.

“You always feel so perfect Naru-chan.” Itachi breathed, biting the nape of Naruto's neck, the boy arching against him, keening whimpers never making it out into the open air. “So tight. I could deflower you every day for the rest of your life.” Another bite, this one harder followed by a sharp thrust. “And you'd let me, and you'd love it.”

Quick, slow, a rolling of the hips, straight into the prostate, avoiding it, shallow, deep. There was no rhythm to Itachi's thrusts, nothing for Naruto to grasp onto, nothing to give him, save for a mounting desperation that he would never come. That all these feelings, the liquid pull in his stomach, the knot in his lower back, would never fade.

Itachi's mouth wandered from the nape of Naruto's neck to his shoulder, decorating the sensitive skin with more marks, showing who the blonde belonged to. The pale man's thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his mouth clamped down on a piece of skin not decorated with faint bruises and Itachi came, hissing out Naruto's name.

The blonde jerked his hips, needing something, anything. He felt Itachi sliding out of him, felt the still warm seed sliding down his thighs, how could the man do this to him. How could he find his own release and just leave Naruto, unfinished and aching. A sob built in his throat, cursing silently.

“Hush pet, hush. I'm far from done with you.”

What did that even mean, and even as the thought was finishing something larger then Itachi was pushing into him. Stretching, burning, filling him to the brink where he thought he would simply split. Whimpers escaping the gag, like the tears escaping his closed eyelids. Wider, wider, wider, and then it was gone, no more pain and Naruto realized it was a plug.

He wiggled, starting when Itachi slapped his hip. Was he not allowed to move? But it was kind of uncomfortable. He clenched his inner muscles, feeling the leftover cum inside him squeeze, in a way that made him feel slightly nauseous. Not everything about sex was sexy.

Another dark chuckle, the bed shifting again, and his cock was engulfed in warm, wet heat. He gurgled, the only noise of surprise he could make with Itachi engulfing him to the hilt. All that suction, pulling back, tongue massaging up and down the underside of his cock. The tongue ring dipping into his slit, driving him insane like only Itachi knew how. One pale hand was fondling his sac, the other reaching around to twist the plug, driving it into his prostate with surgical precision until Naruto began to see white spots behind his eyes. Something was happening, he couldn't breathe, his body was jerking like he was having a seizure. Itachi laughed again, the faint vibrations traveling up his cock, the hair trigger that sent him over the edge.

There wasn't enough breath in his lungs to let out the scream he needed to. He doubled over like someone had punched him in the stomach, feeling the pull in his shoulders, the pull in his legs. Spots danced before his eyes as he tried to pull in air, nothing. The white was beginning to blur as darkness started closing in. It was by far the best orgasm of his life, and as he slumped he could faintly hear Itachi swearing. Pressure on the back of his head and the gag was gone, oxygen sweeping into his lungs. The blackness receded , leaving him shaky and weak.

“T-Tachi?” He muttered weakly.

“Pet, I should have known that would happen.” Itachi leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the bruises forming around Naruto's mouth from the gag straps.

“Not, Not your fault.” He was tired, the yawn that formed turned into a rounded 'O' of shock as Itachi fiddled with the plug again, that wicked look back on his face. Now that there was no longer a threat of him losing consciousness, why not proceed with the plan.

A few shallow pumps and Naruto realized that even though he'd orgasmed, he hadn't come. He was still achingly hard. How was that possible. His legs started to shake as Itachi began to slowly pull the plug out of his now fully stretched anus.

The burning was back, hotter this time. And with no gag to hold back his voice, Naruto began to violently curse Itachi to the ends of the earth and back. How could the asshole do this to him. Slender fingers gently covered his lips, never venturing inside the orifice as if knowing they would be bitten.

“Stop, it hurts. ITACHI....STOP...AHHHHHHH.” The swearing turned into soft sobs, Itachi twisting the plug, pushing and pulling. The widest point stretching him until Itachi decided he was done with the plug. It slid out with no resistance, and Naruto was left with drying tears on his cheeks, a few moments of recovering time before slick fingers were rubbing the outer ring of muscles.

It was all the warning he got, the plug had done it's job. Itachi's fist slid into him with no resistance. Naruto yelped at the sensation. It wasn't nearly as wide as the plug had been, but sill giving the feelings of being almost too full. The blonde clenched his jaw, refusing to let Itachi know he was receiving any pleasure from this.

The pale man moaned, the sight of his entire fist disappearing in between the perfect tan globes was nearly his undoing. Push in, flex, out, back in, harder this time. Small growls permeating the air, Naruto was going to enjoy this, Itachi wouldn't have it any other way.

One pale finger stretched out, searching for the small bundle of nerves. Ahhh, there it was. Naruto threw his head back, desperate whimpers escaping his clenched teeth. The smirk on Itachi's face could make a priest break celibacy.

He reached around, gently pulling off the cock ring. Naruto was so close, walking on a razor blade. Slim fingers tossed the cock ring aside, coming back to dance up and down the straining shaft like a master flutist.

“Iii...Itachi.” Clinking rebounded through the room, Naruto only just beginning to actively ride the intrusion. No cock ring to hold him back, Itachi's fingers dancing up and down his raging erection. The knot in his lower back began to expand, the liquid pool in his stomach focusing into a pin point of intense nearly painful proportions.

Naruto whined, his head had fallen back, mouth open. Almost there, almost there. Itachi was panting along with him, there was no sight sexier then watching your lover go mindless, and knowing it was you who caused that reaction.

There was no warning, Naruto was shuddering and mewling one moment, and the next he was screaming, coming and jerking in his restraints. Itachi nearly winced at the pressure on his forearm, how to explain those bruises?

“Good boy.” The pale brunette stroked Naruto's softening cock one last time, sliding his hand to a golden him and bracing the boy, pulling his fist from Naruto's anus. It contracted, winking at him, and he had to at least taste it. Tongue dipping into that fluttering cavern, Naruto crying out again and again as his sensitive pucker was assaulted.

Finally, finally Itachi was untying him, massaging out his cramping muscles, picking him up and taking him to the shower. Naruto stayed limp through the entire ordeal, he couldn't have moved even if he wanted to. These kinks of Itachi's were getting worse.

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A/N.

It got kinda cheesy and weird near the end. I couldn't find a good reference other then porn for fisting.....I mean. I couldn't find any good research material. Heh heh, yeah, that's what I meant to say. O.O;; Research material......=_=;;;;;;;;


Also, when I was writing the fisting scene I remembered a story my mom told me. She used to be a administrative assistant at a hospital. I guess these two gay guys wanted to try fisting, so the one stood on a chair and the other one was fisting him from behind. The guy on the chair gets too into it and falls, breaking his lovers wrist in such a way that the bone comes out of the skin. So now the guys are stuck together, 'cause if the guy who was fisting pulls out, he'll slice his boyfriends ass open and he'll bleed to death.

They ended up calling the fire department...I'm not sure how that helped, but hey. Men in uniforms, baby. XDDDDD