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The Submissive Dominant	By : Daydreamer79 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 11740 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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I don’t own Naruto nor do I make money from it.

Warnings: see first chapter. I’ll add any special warnings as I see fit.

Additional chapter warning for NaruSasu purists: There is some Sasuke/Izumo. There is no further meaning in it other than Sasuke is trying to make a statement and to further the plot.

The Submissive Dominant

Part Two

“I’m not going! I refuse to give him the satisfaction of thinking he can turn me into a submissive. I’m not going to do it,” fumed Sasuke with a glare towards the closet which mocked him by its mere presence. The cedar doors were closed but what lay behind them was the true foe his mind struggled to conquer.

He paced before his closet, more frustrated than he could ever remember being. He shouldn’t be acting like this. It shouldn’t matter. He should just blow Naruto off and find himself a nice sub to work over. It shouldn’t be this hard. He’d never been this frustrated by anyone. He had no idea how to handle Naruto and reverting into a submissive in his presence wasn’t an option. It was shameful enough after his previous actions earlier in the day.

The stress he was under was the only viable reason he could reason. It’s why he fell so easily into the spell Naruto cast over him. Neji and the restaurant compiled with his asshole brother to make him vulnerable. It wasn’t who he was and there was no shame in admitting he was stretched thin by all of his worries–so thin he felt mere moments from breaking.

He couldn’t go out when he was like this. Being a Dom was more than wielding a whip and lording over subs. It was a state of mind that he was sadly lacking at this moment. He couldn’t play his chosen role when he was as such. And he refused to play the part of submissive for Itachi’s new employee. It was out of the question.

Satisfied that he wasn’t going to fret over the man any longer, he pulled out his laptop and began working on ideas for the restaurant when his eyes slid back to the closed closet doors. Inside were several outfits he knew Naruto would approve of. The sudden desire to wear them to Hell was now tugging at his gut with a mixture of excitement and dread.

“For fuck’s sake.” Sasuke stood, stomped towards the closet, and flung open the doors to glare petulantly at the interior.

Inside were his work clothes, his casual clothes, and his club clothes. He kept staring at the tight leather pants and form fitting tops that show off his lean frame perfectly. They mocked him. If he was going to Hell, he needed to make a decision soon.

His jaw tightened and he grabbed an outfit. He wasn’t going for Naruto’s pleasure. He was going for his own. He would make his own stand of dominance against the blond. He would make sure the man knew he wasn’t some sub he could mold to fit his desires.

He was just laying out his clothes on the bed when his door bell rang. One could almost call it being saved by the bell. Another growl of frustration escaped his throat. He prowled through the house and flung open the door without bothering to look through the peephole.

“Hello, Sasuke.”

Sasuke’s jaw clenched at seeing Neji and his new lover Shikamaru. He knew Shikamaru as one of Neji’s coworkers but had never thought Neji would chose to leave the scene to be with him. Now both stood before him. Neji had even used his given name, something he would never have done without permission during their relationship. Now it was almost salt in the somewhat still sore wound. Leaving was Neji’s choice, but it burned to be discarded.

“Neji…Shikamaru. To what do I owe this visit?” He would remain civil. He couldn’t fault Neji for seeking deeper affection than he could provide. Even as his Dom, he’d always held something back. A certain degree of trust was needed between Doms and subs. Neji wanted more. Sasuke couldn’t give it. Parting ways was the better decision for both of them. It might be the best option for both of them, but it still burned.

“You said you had a box of my things. I thought we would stop by and collect them. Unless this is a bad time. We can come back later.” Neji glanced at Shikamaru, who shrugged nonchalantly.

“You could have called.” Sasuke couldn’t help but allow a little of his frustrations leak into his words. Neji flinched and Shikamaru frowned.

“I’ll come back later to pick them up.” Neji moved to leave.

Sasuke heaved a sigh and pushed open the door. He hated being made to feel guilty for how their relationship ended. “Your things are in a box in the bedroom.”

Neji nodded and disappeared, leaving Shikamaru with Sasuke. Sasuke glanced towards the man, unsure what to think of him or what Neji saw in him that he would give up the scene for him. He was a rather plain man–nether stunning attractive, nor dog ugly. Average best described him. Just as he analyzed his former lover’s new paramour, the other scrutinized him. Shikamaru didn’t give any physical signs of measuring him, but he felt the stare.

“How has Neji been?” asked Sasuke cautiously.

Shikamaru shrugged. “He’s adjusting.”

Sasuke nodded his head. To leave the scene after being in a D/s relationship would take some adjusting. “I’m glad.”

“You seem to be taking his leaving worse than he. Did his leaving make you realize you cared more from him than you ever cared to show?”

Sasuke stared at the man through narrowed eyes. “Let’s get something straight. What was between Neji and myself was nothing but mutual trust and sexual satisfaction. He knew going into our relationship that I wasn’t the type to layer on unbridled affection. I cared about his welfare but let’s not pretend I treated him badly.”

Shikamaru leveled his gaze on Sasuke. “I’ve seen the restraint marks on his wrists.”

“Completely consensual, I assure you. Have you talked with Neji about our relationship?” asked Sasuke.

“I have.”

“And you still think I abused him?” Sasuke wanted avoid revealing all the details of past scenes with Neji’s new lover. Those were things best left between them. If Neji chose to reveal the contents of those days to Shikamaru, it was his prerogative to do so.

“No, I don’t. But your relationship wasn’t healthy. Knowing what I do about you, and what Neji has told me. I think you’re looking for something and until you find it, any relationship you preside over is not going to be satisfying to anyone, let alone yourself.” Shikamaru’s gaze didn’t waver until Neji came from the back with a box in hand.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke.” Again with his given name. That probably hurt more than Neji actually leaving. It felt like he’d lost his status. And with Naruto…well, it was definitely aggravating his sensibilities.

Sasuke shrugged a shoulder and gestured to the door. “If you two are finished, can you leave. I’m going to the club tonight and don’t need people telling me how to deal with my relationships.”

Neji sent Shikamaru an annoyed look as they exited the house. “What did you say to him?”

“Obviously what he needed to hear if it bothered him that much,” answered Shikamaru.

Sasuke watched the two talk as they walked down the footpath to the waiting car. He sent a particularly violent glare at Shikmaru’s presented back, hoping his gaze could kill the bastard.

Stomping into the bedroom, he stared at the clothes he’d laid out on the bed. His hands clenched into fists while he girded himself for the inevitable encounter. He couldn’t avoid Naruto without it being noticed and seeming the coward. He was in a catch22 and unable to see a way out of his dilemma without coming off as weak.

Sasuke was anything but a coward and was determined to prove to Naruto that he was a very capable Dom. It was Itachi who probably put the thought into Naruto’s head of Sasuke being a switch or submissive. He wouldn’t take that, not even from his brother. He was a Dom and he was going to prove it. Tonight.

Sasuke dressed, mindful of the knowledge Naruto would be pleased with his outfit. The tight black leather pants hugged his ass and legs like a lover, flaring just enough at the knee to slide easily over his black boots. His shirt wasn’t the customary black, but a pristine white. It flowed loosely around his arms and opened halfway down the front to reveal his broad chest.

Perhaps it was vain of him to have his chest, arms, and legs waxed every month. His pubic region was kept neat and trimmed but he maintained the hair. He didn’t care what others thought. He would do as he pleased, as was his right.

He spiked his hair with a bit of gel, making it maintain its style without the hard feel. He loved having his hair pulled–a kink he rarely experienced due to his partners mostly being bound. Even when he participated in vanilla sex, his partners seemed to avoid his hair in favor of shoulders and he refused to ask for hair pulling. It seemed beneath him.

Satisfied with his appearance and determined to show his dominance to Naruto, Sasuke climbed into his car and drove the short distance to the club. The bouncers moved aside at his approach, long having been able to recognize his appearance.

The loud booming of Purgatory pounded through every cell of his body. He was tempted to remain and enjoy the thrill of dancing. Once he moved to Hell, he would maintain the air of dominance he’d perfected. Several people on the floor gestured towards him while gyrating to the thrumming music. Attractive though they were, the temptation was easily pushed aside. He was here to prove a point and not to play.

He stepped from the elevator and into the dark atmosphere of Hell. It wasn’t all chains and velvet. There was a sophisticated aura mixed with the darkness. It was an appealing club even without the specialty it was based around.

Itachi was seated in his private area but Sasuke ignored him. The bastard was probably laughing his ass off at his brother’s expense. He would get his eventually–hopefully when his sex life was destroyed upon the birth of his first child.

Dark eyes scanned the room. The club was in full swing. It was more than just a place to participate in the scene. It was a way to meet and connect with others. There were several submissives speaking quietly in a corner. Their eyes lowered as he passed, making him smirk. His game was back. He would show Naruto who he really was. His break in the restaurant was simply a result of the recent stressful events in his life and not a natural part of his personality.

Sasuke strode with new determination towards the counter where he could reserve one of the house submissives. Fuck Naruto. Fuck him for bringing him to a place in his mind he didn’t want to be. He would prove to him, and to the ass who he was.

He prowled to the counter where an attractive employee stood. Tonight would be a new start for him. After tonight, he would start looking into acquiring a new submissive. Things would be different.

“Good evening, Sasuke.” Haku, a somewhat effeminate man behind the counter greeted him with a secretive smile. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. Are you perhaps looking for something or did you come just to chat?”

Looking upon the almost too innocent face, one would think him the perfect submissive. He was delicately made, petite, and soft spoken. They would be mistaken in their assumption after seeing him in true action. Haku, before becoming involved with his current sub, once held the title of most desired Dom in the club. He used gentle persuasion mixed with harsh punishments to create an aura that was awe inspiring and easily broke those beneath him. He was a true master was hidden behind a calm and friendly face.

“How is Sai?”

Haku’s lips quirked. “Progressing.”

It was surprising that Haku had taken to Sai. The other had been all but ruined when he’d come into the club with his abusive master. It was so easy a line to walk for a Dom. There was always the chance of pushing the sub too far–of breaking him beyond repair and enjoying it. Such was the case with Sai’s master. He’d taken Sai into one of the public exhibition rooms and proceeded to beat and demean him so badly, Haku had intervened and earned himself a busted lip for the effort.

Itachi had personally thrown the Dom from the club with a lifelong ban. Haku had taken Sai to the emergency room. Since that day, he’d set about working with Sai to bring back the life into his eyes. Once a sub was so mistreated by a master, it took more than a few words to salvage what had been lost. Sai was no different but if Haku was up for the challenge, Sasuke supported him in his endeavor.

Haku cocked his head and arched a brow. “But you’re not here to talk about Sai. What can I do for you, Sasuke? It‘s been a while since you needed the services of Hell.”

“You heard about me and Neji?”

Haku nodded, his eyes ghosting over Sasuke‘s frame as if analyzing him. “I’m not surprised. You didn’t connect like you should have.”

Slender fingers tapped on the counter and he frowned. “Sasuke, are you sure you’re ready to go back into the scene. You might not have been what Neji wanted and needed, but something seems off with you.”

Sasuke forced a mask of neutrality on his face though he became all the more frustrated inside. Haku could see it, the doubt Naruto had installed into him with only a few words. It added to his frustration and forced him into a level of annoyance he fought not to express. Naruto had cut out an essential part of him and he wanted it back. He was determined to have it back.

“I need a sub, Haku,” stated Sasuke matter-of-factly.

Haku leveled a gaze on him as if not truly believing his words. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Sasuke nodded. He needed something and the only route he knew was to play the Dom he was trained to be. It was what he wanted–needed. “I’d rather have one of the house subs than deal with an unattached stranger. I know Itachi makes sure they’re all trained.”

Haku’s eyes narrowed and focused on Sasuke. “Perhaps a scene isn’t what you need so soon after Neji.”

“Don’t argue with me, Haku. I need what I need. You know what it’s like–the built up frustration. I need a scene.” Sasuke met Haku’s gaze, attempting to relay all the pent up frustration built inside him. He needed this.

Haku sighed and nodded reluctantly. “Male or female?”

“Male.”

“Is there some specialty you’re seeking tonight, Sasuke?” Haku looked Sasuke over, noting how well he looked in his clothes. The white shirt meant blood play wasn’t an option, not that Sasuke would ever have asked for that.

Sasuke rolled his eyes upward in thought. He hadn’t given much thought to it. He wasn’t in the mood for hard, not with a house sub. “Basic dominance, possibly paddling and flogging. Nothing that would require special wavers.”

Itachi forced all his clients to sign special wavers when dealing with certain procedures. Blood play, sounding, asphyxiation, or specialty bondage such as Kinbaku all required specialty waivers from both dominant and submissive. Just as with any submissive, there were things some house subs would not do.

“Are you going to want to penetrate?” asked Haku without the slightest qualm or shame.

Sasuke didn’t lose a beat. “Yes.”

He had every intention of satisfying all his desires, including the sexual tension that had built up over the last few days. He knew no one, least of all Haku, would look down on him for it. The house submissives weren’t whores. Not all participated in penetration. Some were merely used for bondage, humiliation, and spanking/paddling.

Haku withdrew the standard waver and presented it to Sasuke while rambling off all it entailed. It was a standard contract and would be voided after he and the house sub were finished. “Sign here. Please note the safe word of your submissive and abide by the rules of Hell which state utterance of said word or words denotes an end of any role play and said employee must be released from his or her bondage immediately. Refusal to do so will result in expulsion from Hell and possible legal charges brought against you. Hell employees will monitor the extent of your actions and will take appropriate action if you do not comply with the aforementioned agreement.”

Sasuke fought not to roll his eyes and smirked at Haku’s breathless rendition. It wasn‘t the first time he‘d signed a contract but it amused him every time. “Quite a mouthful.”

Haku chuckled dryly and fixed his own signature to the document. “You have no idea.”

Sasuke signed the contract and handed it to Haku to process. He could already feel the excitement pooling in his stomach. The thrill of domination was unrivaled in his opinion. Today’s break was nothing and he quickly pushed it from his mind.

Haku plucked away at the keyboard and handed Sasuke a small pager. “I know you don’t want to wait, but it will only be a short one. Your private room is being cleaned and sanitized.”

“I’ll take one of the public exhibition rooms.”

Haku blinked several times in surprise. “Sasuke? You never take the public rooms. You know very well that public exhibition isn‘t for everyone.”

It was true. Sasuke hated handling a scene with an audience. It made him self-conscious about his every move–every word. But…he had something to prove–to himself and to Naruto. He knew the blond was around the club and would be on the look out for him.

“I’m sure about this, Haku. Don’t argue with me. It’s my choice.”

Haku’s eyes grew thunderous. Sasuke internally flinched at the powerful aura radiating from the other. The part inside him awakened by Naruto shuddered and quivered under the glare. Haku was a force to be reckoned and he was exuding such.

“Haku, please. I need this.” Sasuke clenched his fist to keep from wincing at the way he sounded–almost submissive under the glare.

“Fine, room four has just been cleaned.” Haku accepted the pager and nodded to Sasuke.

Nodding his thanks to Haku, Sasuke prowled through the club towards the exhibition rooms. The rooms were sound proof to keep out the sounds of the clubs so not to interrupt the scene. Microphones were placed so that viewers could listen as well as watch. The equipment inside was generic and cleaned after every use. Those in charge of that aspect were methodical to the point of near obsession. But one couldn’t expect any less from Itachi. Even the ceilings of every floor of the club was cleaned of cigarette tar.

His near cowering under Haku’s glare shook his determination. Never in his life had relented to another Dom, yet in the course of a single day, he’d fallen to two. It was a fact he didn’t like either knowing.

His sub hadn’t arrived as he entered the room. It wasn’t surprising since the man had to answer his page before heading to the room. While he waited, Sasuke familiarized himself with the equipment. He wasn’t going to push the sub hard. He didn’t like pushing too close to limits with someone he didn’t know and he had no plans to end the scene until he was ready for it. He only pushed the line with those he knew.

A small knock signaled the arrival of his submissive. Well trained, the man knew to wait until Sasuke’s answer, even should it be for several minutes. Normally, he would force a submissive to wait before receiving permission. Today, Sasuke wasn’t in the mood to test the patience of the unknown sub and called for him to enter. He was more interested in freeing himself of the curse Naruto had placed upon him.

The sub moved into the room, closed the door, and knelt on the floor as he was trained to do. His clothes were nothing fancy–comfortable leather pants and a soft black tank to expose his toned arms. Thought he was attractive enough, there was nothing to distinguish him from any other man, his long dark bangs falling across his face in gentle wisps. He didn’t possess piercing blue eyes or stunning, golden hair. Already Sasuke felt the first trickles of his interest falling away.

He refused to allow it to happen. He refused to allow Naruto to take this away from him. He would not give in to their temptations. Only in his moment of weakness had he allowed Naruto in through the cracks and now his entire world seemed to be crumbling around him. He would not give in to it. He refused!

“What’s your name?” he asked, turning his dark piercing eyes on the man kneeling before him.

“Izumo,” answered the sub with no hesitation.

Sasuke walked in a slow circle around the kneeling man. “Safe word?”

“Florida. It’s where I was born.”

Sasuke stopped his movement and knelt before the man, his eyes hard. “Did I ask your reasons why it was your safe word?”

Dark eyes widened slightly before they were lowered once more. “No, sir.”

This was why he hated strangers. With Neji he knew exactly how much was too much. Of course, Neji still had his safe word, but rarely used it as Sasuke had known just how far to push him before it was too much. “You understand that if you use the word, the scene is finished?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re here for my pleasure. Any pleasure I give you is at my leisure. As is any discomfort. For all intents and purposes, I own you. While in this room you belong to me. Failure to follow my instructions to the letter will result in harsher punishment. Do you understand?” Sasuke tried to force himself into the zone. His words were a familiar comfort and his voice a deep rumble as he spoke.

“Yes, sir.” The man was beginning to quiver before him, most likely in excitement. Neji was the same. Sasuke’s voice emanated power. It was perhaps his most distinguishing trait as a Dom and he used it to his advantage.

Sasuke sighed and glanced towards the rack set up for the purpose of flogging or paddling. He turned his eyes from the tools and focused on the sub. “Get up, strip, and kneel before me.”

Izumo jumped to his feet and shed his clothes as quickly as possible to reveal an attractively slim body. When his groin was revealed, Sasuke noticed several genital piercings in the half hard erection. A ladder of silver bars on the underside and a hoop through the tip. The metal gleamed and Sasuke couldn’t help but admire the man now that his clothes were removed. He really did have an attractive form.

“I’m waiting.” He knew it would make the man frantic and mistakes would happen. He enjoyed the rush of power that came from having such a position. He controlled his sub’s pleasure and pulled the strings as a puppeteer.

As he fell into the roll, he allowed his worries to fade away. This was what he was born to be. He’d worked himself into such a frustration when there was no need. Everyone was weak at some point in their lives. Naruto had merely preyed on that weakness.

Cocking his head to one side, he arched a brow as Izumo struggled to remove his boots and socks. “I’m waiting.”

Izumo quickly folded his clothes and set them aside on a table for such purposes to keep them from becoming soiled. He knelt and focused his eyes on Sasuke’s boots, his body already coated with a faint sheen of sweat in his anxiousness to please.

Sasuke’s gaze never wavered and he crossed his legs. “You’re slow. I would have thought Itachi would have trained you better. You’re a disappointment to Hell.”

Izumo paled and his arms quivered with unrestrained fear and contrition. “Forgive me, sir.”

Sasuke’s legs uncrossed and he stood in an instant. “Did I say you could speak?”

Izumo shook his head and continued his focus on the toe of Sasuke’s boot. Sasuke could see the way Izumo quivered before him, desiring just to please. He was actually very much a credit to Itachi.

Sasuke‘s face was intent as he gazed upon the kneeling man. “You will speak only when I allow you to. I want you to hold in the tiniest utterance. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you all the more harshly. And you’ve earned a punishment, haven’t you?”

Izumo nodded emphatically, knowing he deserved whatever his Dom said he did.

“I can be a generous master if I chose to be. I’ll even allow you the choice of the tool of your punishment for making me wait.” Sasuke gestured to the wall where several sterilized instruments were lined. “Chose wisely because if you chose something that doesn’t please me, I’ll punish you all the harder.”

Sasuke’s stomach knotted at the sight of the naked body displayed for him while the sub looked over the tools. He knew not to take too long, but he also needed to be careful in his choice. There were paddles of varying sorts–some small and thin as rulers while some contained raised nodules for added sensation. An assortment of floggers and canes lined the wall as well. It was a veritable candy store instruments.

He could see Izumo avoiding the floggers and he smirked. Foolish sub. “Poor boy.”

Sasuke moved behind Izumo and stroked a finger across the underside of the now fully erect shaft, feeling the bumps created by the piercings. “Having trouble deciding?”

Izumo swallowed and nodded, obviously having learned his lesson from before. His body jerked as Sasuke linked a finger through the piercing and tugged lightly. Mouth opened, but only a soundless cry was uttered.

“My little indecisive sub, do you want me to help you?”

Izumo stiffened visibly and shuddered. He licked his lips and glanced at Sasuke with a fear mixed with pleading.

Sasuke tugged the piercing again. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir. Please choose for me.”

Sasuke released the piercing and ran his fingers over the shaft once more before stepping away and reaching for a medium sized flogger. His lips smirked at how Izumo paled. The sub obviously wasn’t a fan of the tool, making it all the better an appropriate choice. “You don’t like floggers, do you?”

Izumo shook his head, his eyes watering. “No, sir.”

“Five strikes for being slow, and five for making me choose for you.” Sasuke felt the body next to him shudder. “Go to the wall cross.”

Izumo moved to the wall where a Saint Andrew’s cross was secured to the wall. Izumo positioned himself and shuddered at Sasuke’s touch on his wrist as he secured the leather restraints.

Sasuke tested the restraints to insure Izumo couldn’t hurt himself if he struggled, nor could he release himself. It was moments like this that Sasuke adored. His submissive had enough trust to allow him such control. He often wondered how it would feel to be so devoted to a master that he would willingly be bound and know without a shadow of a doubt, no matter what the master did, he would never willingly harm him beyond what he could withstand. Such trust was humbling. He could see the nervousness with Izumo. A strange Dom was hard to read. It pleased Sasuke that he wasn’t so predictable.

With each passing moment, he felt his confidence return and he slipped more and more into the roll he’d played since shortly after graduating high school. He knew who he was. He wasn’t the quivering submissive Naruto sought to make him.

His mind was set and he steeled himself, becoming the Dom. His submissive had his complete attention as it should be.

With Izumo bound to the cross, Sasuke was able to view his sub at his leisure. “You have a nice form, boy. You’re pale. I like that. It means I’ll be able to see my marks on you.”

Izumo shuddered but remained silent. Sasuke smirked brushed the end of the flogger against the smooth curve of the sub’s ass. The muscles clenched unconsciously at the tickling sensation. “I want you to count each stroke. Don’t lose count because if you do, we start all over.”

Sasuke move back, and brought the flogger down across Izumo’s thigh with a stinging bite. Just one stroke and he could see the skin begin to redden. The sub’s breath hissed through his teeth. “One.”

Sasuke was about to place the second lash when the feeling of eyes on the back of his head gave him pause. He’d known people were watching, but their viewing didn’t bother him or draw him out from his zone. This feeling was different. The gaze practically bore holes into the back of his head with its intensity. It was a disconcerting feeling and he fought the urge to turn and see who was watching.

His hand tightened on the leather wrapped handle and landed another blow to the curve of the ass with a care to avoid the tender balls beneath.

“Two.”

On the flogging went, the sub losing count on four. Sasuke found himself losing count as well but for different reasons. He felt the eyes on him, gauging him and he found himself turned on by them. It felt less and less like he was in control and more like he was being directed by the gaze.

He was being drawn more and more from his focus and into an all to different mindset. He was doing this not for himself but for the pleasure of another. With each land of the flogger, he felt the approval of the eyes. With each passing moment, his focus became and less and less focused on his submissive and more on the gaze. He didn’t like it but found himself unable to do anything but follow through with his course.

He could barely catch his breath, panic setting in much as it had earlier in the day. He felt his loss of control acutely and it sent him spiraling out of his realm of control and into something he wasn’t prepared for. His hands shook and his arousal grew.

By the time of the tenth official lash, he was flushed, sweating, and aroused beyond anything he’d ever felt. The problem wasn’t because of the sub’s performance or even the act of flogging. The eyes. Naruto’s eyes. Sasuke had lost his control. Naruto had taken it from him without a single word or gesture. His gaze alone was breaking him just as easily as the sub before him broke. Perhaps even more so. And before a gathering of people. Whether they knew the truth or not was irrelevant.

He struggled to regain any lost composure and approached Izumo. His sub was quivering beneath his touch, tears leaking from his pleading eyes. There was a connection between them, but it wasn’t what Sasuke wanted to see for he saw himself in the eyes. He saw what Naruto was turning him into.

He moved to the submissive, his hands stroking gently over the abused skin and upward to the boney protrusion of hip. “Very good, little sub,” he praised Izumo just as he longed for the praising gaze.

There was no denying the attractiveness of the sight before him. Izumo’s thighs and ass were red, a few raised welts forming on the more delicate skin. It was something any Dom would be proud to view on their chosen submissive. For Sasuke, it was a different sensation. He was proud of his work. He was proud of how Izumo shivered and whimpered under the flogger and how his obvious erection jutted out lewdly from his body.

But the eyes–he needed their approval. They were all that mattered. He cursed them…and needed them. He was at war with himself. There was no escaping. He was trapped, bound just as securely as if he possessed leather straps.

He fought his mind, attempting to force himself out of the thrall of the eyes watching him. He wasn’t a sub needing a Dom’s approval. The only approval he needed was his own.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath as his hands clenched into fists.

If anything, the intensity of the eyes increased. The sub fell away and he was at the mercy of the eyes–Naruto’s eyes.

Sasuke‘s jaw tightened and his body quivered faintly, his leather pants ungodly tight around his crotch. He needed to see the eyes, for them to approve of how he worked the sub. Their focus on him burned and touched his entire body like a physical stroke.

He heard the sub whimper and jut his hips backward, bringing his attention back to him. Just that easily he‘d forgotten the presence of the other. “Do you want to come?”

“Please…master, I’ll be good.” Izumo shuddered as if fighting the urge to pump his hips into the air in search of some sort of relief. Sasuke could relate. Presently his crotch burned with a fierceness.

Sasuke looked on the submissive. He had been good. He’d reacted just as he was trained. He deserved a reward for doing as his Dom ordered. Pleasure as reward. It wasn’t his fault Sasuke’s interest was diverted.

“You’re so good. What do you want as your reward?” he asked, though he already knew the answer. The touch of his master–the gentle stroking and approval. It wasn’t the orgasm. It was never the orgasm, pleasant though it might be. It was master’s pleasure that all subs sought. For in pleasing their master, a submissive pleased themselves.

“Please master. I want to please you,” whimpered the sub helplessly.

“You do please me.” Sasuke reached around the body to stroke the erection, his fingers trailing over the piercings with each stroke. Izumo whined, his body shuddering under the torment. He wouldn’t come before Sasuke gave permission. It was ingrained in him as one of Itachi’s employees.

Izumo’s body shuddered and his hands formed fists above the bindings. “Please…I need…Sir…master…please.”

Sasuke continued to stroke, forcing the sub’s body to the very brink yet still holding back the most desired release. He wanted something. He wanted Izumo to break. He wanted to prove to the intense gaze. He needed to prove that he wasn’t what it wanted him to be.

“Please…” Izumo’s body was drawn tight in obvious pain, tears rolling heavily down the clean shaven cheeks. “Anything…please let me come!”

Sasuke lifted a hand and slapped it hard into the still burningly red ass. “Come.”

Izumo screamed, cum spurting from the tip of his erection. It ran copiously down Sasuke’s hand and dripped thickly to the floor. The orgasm must have been powerful as his body slumped weakly in the bonds.

Sasuke released the limp cock, his eyes unable to resist the fight any longer. They moved from his submissive to where he saw Naruto staring intently from behind the glass. The small crowd watching were nothing but faceless strangers. They didn’t matter. Only Naruto mattered. Only Naruto’s approval matter at all.

He saw it–the intent stare burned a hole into his soul. He saw the words formed from Naruto’s lips. Come.

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock. It came from no where. It was as if his entire being imploded in a great rush. He buried his face in Izumo’s shoulder to keep from allowing the onlookers to see him as he was. He grunted, his hand clenching on the soft hip of the limp submissive. His body continued to spasm and he slumped against Izumo. It was something that had never happened before. Never in his life had he come so hard. Never. It felt as if his balls had released his entire being into his pants and all from a single word from the man who haunted him–broke him.

Darkness blinded him; and shame. What had he become to come on command? He felt Naruto’s eyes upon him and their approval at his response. What had Naruto turned him to?

To be continued

AN:Thank you all for the huge love and response you gave for the last chapter. It is very much appreciated. I've been sick with the flu this last week so it took a little longer to write this than I thought it would as I was sleeping most of the day and night.

I hope you guys won't think too harshly of me for using the Sasu/Izumo. It is for plot development only as Sasuke is still struggling with Naruto and himself.

Another side note: please note I deal in fantasy seated in truth. Don't assume that the world I create is a true and accurate representation of the BDSM/Ds scene. If you are interested to know and understand what the scene is truly like i would advise you to visit www.collarme.com. There are many there who are more than willing to answer any questions you have.

Also, I don't recall who it was and don't feel you are worth bothering to look back through the comments to see your name. If you have something against reading BDSM, then I suggest you don't read it. Obviously there is going to be a lot of similarities in stories but I don't feel that this story is cliche in any way because I've never read of a Dom who became a sub in Fanfiction, though granted I don't read BDSM often because 90% of all BDSM is PWP oneshots or pairings I don't like. And I hate to tell you this, but the sex is going to be the same. There is going to bondage, paddling, and humiliation...and, it's going to be similar. I mean, it just is. BDSM is ooc...ALWAYS. Every author, I don't care who you are writing, its gonna be OOC. Readers need to get over it. Yes, Hestia wrote D/sNaruto and yes there was ooc. Yes Darkprism writes BDSM and yes there is OOC. Ppl need to get over it. Geez. This is fanfiction and not Pulitzer prize novels. If you find it boring and ooc, perhaps you should avoid reading it instead of reading and then griping about it in the comments. Okay, that's the last I'll say on this. I'm off my soap box now.

This was written for both SangoStar and ivvymoon
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