D/s Naruto

Allys drew art for this chapter!!!

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53379248/

Unfortunately, I didn't think to put Sasuke in such a hot positon--I love the black arm bindings and padlock--and the leash and collar--oh yea!! I will have to write a scene to exactly match this, but her picture perfectly captures the spirit and essence of this chapter. God, her Sasuke uke is so, so fucking sexy!

Chapter 5 (Friday 15 June 2007, evening)

When Sasuke finally stopped crying, he didn’t have time to feel anything. Naruto picked him up, strode into the tiny bathroom, and dropped him on the floor of the shower. He landed on his ass, and the plug thudded into him hard—a hard more painful than pleasurable. He let out a whine of protest, and cold water blasted him.

“You have five minutes to be in position for your paddling. Take that plug out, and I’ll give you ten strokes with the crop on top of the paddling. Touch that knob, and you get five more.”

And Sasuke was alone in the bathroom.

Enraged.

He opened his mouth to drink some of the cold water while he soaped the parts of his body most in need of cleaning.

Fuck this.

He turned on the hot water.

When Sasuke left the bathroom, he saw Naruto had moved the mirror and put a spanking bench in front of it. His leather pants were laced up. Sasuke lowered his eyes and made his way to the bench—slowly.

He draped his body over it, and Naruto snapped the leather cuffs around his wrist and locked the little padlocks on them. He kicked Sasuke’s legs into position, and the leather straps were tightened and buckled above his knees, holding each leg along one of the bench’s. Then Naruto arranged Sasuke’s balls and cock, so they were pointing down to the floor, exposed between his legs. That was the first moment Sasuke felt fear—in this position, whatever Naruto punished him with could easily land on his balls or cock. Itachi had only said, “No scars.” Fuck.

Naruto took a length of rough hemp rope and tied Sasuke’s body to the bench, forcing him flat against it. The rope was tight and uncomfortable. There was no way Sasuke would be able to move to protect his cock and balls.

“What are your safe words, boy?” demanded Naruto.

Sasuke tilted his head up and met Naruto’s eyes in the mirror. He wouldn’t say them, no. And there was a flash of steel. Naruto had pulled a blade from his boot. His eyes meet Sasuke’s in the mirror as he flipped the blade up and released it. It spun, turning, catching the light, higher, then dropping, dropping,

“Beloved, Master! Itachi, Master!” shouted out Sasuke.

And a golden-brown hand reached out and caught the blade less than a foot above his back—the spot on his back behind his heart.

Sasuke watched in the mirror as Naruto tossed and caught the blade. Then he brought it down quickly—and cut the end of the hemp rope off and tossed it away. His hand dropped to his side, still holding the knife.

“Do you have anything to say, boy, before I start?”

Sasuke met Naruto’s eyes in mirror. They were cold, stern, unforgiving—and the most intense color of blue of any eyes he’d ever seen. Sasuke thought about all the things he’d done that were pretty much unforgivable for a sub and gulped.

“No, Master!”

“I do,” said Naruto. “A lot of what I did in this room earlier was unforgivable. I have never, never treated any sub in my care as irresponsibly as I have you. I am sorry. I will offer you recompense later. I swear to you, I swear an oath on my own blood and pain”—and Naruto drove the blade into his hand—“never again will I fail to allow for an alternative when calling a safe word is impossible, and never will I forget to use a condom without prior discussion and permission.” Naruto held up his hand in a fist, and Sasuke stared at it in the mirror, fascinated. Very few people apologized to him and meant it. When he finally drew his eyes from the dripping wound on Naruto’s hand, the blade had been put away somewhere.

“Do you trust me, boy? Think and answer truly, boy.”

Sasuke looked down and the bench and thought about it. Did he trust that Naruto would be a responsible dom? Well, what was he responsible for? Giving Sasuke no scars and obeying the safe words. Sasuke looked up at Naruto in the mirror and quickly lowered his eyes when they met those huge bright blue ones. The look—that look Naruto was giving him—even though it wasn’t soft at all, it was the sort of look you gave something you cared a lot about, you respected, you valued. “Yes, Master,” Sasuke answered honestly.

“Good. Thank you. Now, boy, you have misbehaved in a way that suggests you need retraining and discipline, but that’s not something that happens in a night. Punishment is, however. You will be paddled for your behavior and comments when we were on the floor. Then you will take fifteen strokes with the crop for touching the shower knob when I forbade it. Then I will sit, and you may beg as I decide how you will be punished for your raised eyes when you left the bathroom, your slow pace, and your hesitation with your safewords. Perhaps a few simple licks of my boots, I’m thinking.”

Sasuke shut his eyes and shivered. Fifteen strokes—wasn’t touching the knob only five? But you corrected a dom at your peril. Whenever anyone corrected Itachi’s counts, he either added the numbers together or doubled them. There was no way he would get through twenty or thirty strokes tonight. He was feeling too shaky. He hadn’t cried this hard in years. He hadn’t cried in front of anyone other than Itachi since—since eight? Nine? The first blow of the paddle—loud, excruciatingly painful, landed.

“You liked looking when you came out of the bathroom,” said Naruto. “You will keep your eyes open and watch my arm as I land every blow, every stroke, or I will add more to what you have already earned with your disobedience. I give you permission to look at my face and meet my eyes as well during your punishment.”

Sasuke’s eyes opened, and he said, “Thank you, Master,” as he watched the arm with the red fox raise up with the paddle and swing down. Fuck—Naruto swung a paddle good and hard. He felt the tears begin to well in his eyes, but his eyes followed the arm obediently. This blow hit the base of the plug, slamming it cruelly into his inner flesh. This time a small cry of pain slipped out of Sasuke. The look of scorn on Naruto’s face gave Sasuke strength. Dammit, he was not going to start crying—yet.

Five minutes—or was it less or more? Sasuke didn’t know—he was in agony. Naruto hit as hard, if not harder than Itachi. And this time, his ass had been fucked, fucked hard first. And he had cried before this dom. It was worse, so much worse than subbing for Itachi, than being under Itachi’s whip. So much harder to lie still, to make no noise, to let his tears flow without any sobs.

Ten minutes? Fifteen? And Sasuke knew the little tiny gasps and grunts and whimpers, and yes, the occasional sob, were getting louder and more regular. But he wouldn’t let himself beg. He couldn’t beg yet. This was the warm up, nothing to what would be coming. The red fox on that arm snarled at Sasuke, and fire exploded across the mass of pain that was his ass. He focused on breathing deeply. He focused on Naruto’s technique—firm, even, methodical—and tried to admire his staying power. The blows were not letting up in intensity.

A small scream. His sobs were a bit more frequent now, but he was drawing deep breaths, letting his mind blank out, detach, zone out. His eyes watched the arm paddling his butt even as he felt himself starting to find that place that let him just sit in his body and watch Itachi beat him with indifference.

And then it stopped. Naruto tossed aside the paddle and stretched his arms above his head, grinning as he looked down at Sasuke’s ass. But Sasuke’s eyes were fixed on the trail of blood running down his arm. An oath of blood, an oath of pain. Recompense. Kisses. Blonde curls around a thick cock. The smell of them together. Naruto cracked his fingers and went over to the cupboard. Sasuke watched his back, his eyes dropping to Naruto’s ass in the tight black leather. It was a sexy ass, he admitted, even as he felt the pain and burn on his own ass and the pain inside where the plug had been driven against his inner flesh.

Naruto was examining the crops. Sasuke watched as he hit his leg with one, considering, and put it back. He tried another on the same leg. He set that one down and got himself a drink of water. As he drank with one hand, the other, the blooded hand thrust up into his blonde spiky hair. When it came down to rest on that sexy leather-clad hip, a smear of blood marked his temple. That wound had to hurt—why the hell had Naruto stabbed himself in the hand? He was different, weird.

He had apologized—what sort of dom apologized? He had done nothing that violated Itachi’s terms—not that “no scarring” was really terms. Itachi hadn’t said, “You must use condoms.” As for not allowing for him to say his safe words—did he think that Sasuke was that helpless? He hadn’t been bound. He had studied judo with the great Hatake Kakashi! There were a thousand ways he could have stopped Naruto from fucking his face. Naruto—Naruto was like no other dom he knew, even the ones that were regular switches, being dom or sub as the mood took them.

Sasuke looked over at the blond behind him, just as Naruto looked up and caught his eyes in the mirror. He grinned over at Sasuke and returned to examining the goodies in the cupboard. Fuck. He was hot. How the hell was orange and black hot? That hair—god, that hair was all natural. It was unreal how thick and bright it was. And those eyes—they looked too big to be normal, almost like some anime character’s. And that grin—he was having fun and not afraid to show it. It should make him seem weak—his emotions were so honest, he enjoyment so intense. But it made him seem—seem like someone you wanted to please--to please a lot.

God—what would sex be like if Naruto was really taking his time? Would Naruto fuck him again? Would he want to fuck a bad sub? He deserved more than what Sasuke had given him. His kindness, his caresses—how had Sasuke repaid them? He had been as ungrateful, as cold-hearted as Itachi. And ungrateful subs, got punishment, not long, slow fuckings on the bed. But Naruto might be moved by a good sub, a sub that wanted and worked to please, one that knew and appreciated his master.

“Master, you are bleeding. Please, let me bandage you before my punishment,” urged Sasuke, hearing the pleading in his voice. For once, he didn’t care.

Naruto looked over, a quizzical look on his face, and simply said, “No, boy,” and continued his exploration of the cabinet’s contents.

“Thank you, Master. Master has a fine arm, good stamina. Master could discipline on the stage at parties to teach other doms even stroking, solid coverage, and unpredictable patterning of blows,” said Sasuke honestly. Sasuke could see it, could imagine it. Naruto paddling him at one of the big parties here would be something most members wouldn’t want to miss watching. How would it feel to feel this burn, this pain, this ache in his cock, this desire for Naruto to fuck him with everyone looking? The members would admire Naruto’s power and placement of the paddle blows. The subs would envy him, envying that Naruto let his boy watch him work, let him look into those blue eyes, those blue eyes that showed how his world was focused on nothing but his sub, but punishing his sub, temporarily marking his sub, controlling his pain and pleasure, his desire . . .

Oh god, yes, this was painful, this burned, and never had he been so aware of every bit of his ass, inside and out, hurting. But still he was hard with desire, with want. When it was time to beg, would he do it? He’d agreed in the past, he’d said what doms prompted him to say, but would he ask for—Sasuke paused to think about what to ask for. Oh. Would he ask for Naruto to strip naked and move the mirror to the side of the bench and fuck him, fuck him so he could watch that cock sink into him, skin against skin? Watch Naruto cum, watch him fill Sasuke’s ass again? Or maybe sit on the bench and kiss him as he lowered and raised him down on his cock? Naruto could look over Sasuke’s shoulder between kisses and admire the red on his ass, the crop stripes that soon would mark Sasuke’s skin. Could he beg for that? Would he have the courage?

And then Naruto was coming forward, holding the crop in front of Sasuke’s face. It seemed natural, right to kiss it, to try to kiss that golden-brown hand. But he only landed a brief touch of lips on Master’s thumb. Sasuke raised his head and met Naruto’s eyes, “Thank-you, Master.” Oh god, just that touch of Naruto’s thumb, and he could remember how it felt when he suck that thumb in his mouth, licked it.

The smile, the pleasure on Naruto’s face—was he remembering too? Sasuke felt himself spasm a little around the plug in his ass, and moaned. Oh, god, do something, anything, Naruto.

“Don’t cum, boy.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Count the strokes, boy.”

“Yes, Master.”

Naruto considered Sasuke thoughtfully, then reached down and jerked the butt plug out. Sasuke screamed and writhed, his wrists tugging on the leather restraints, his heels flying up, his body trying to arch but held tight by the rough, itchy rope.

“Thank you, Master, Thank you! So good to me, Master!” Sasuke’s asshole spasmed, his inner muscles as well, and he felt a large release of cum from his anus. He felt it splash on his balls, and his balls started to feel that tightness—oh, god, he couldn’t cum now--but then, thankfully, the fox arm was raised, and the crop cried out its own song—more lively than that of the paddle. A crack with more snap—and more bite. The first line of fire burned, and Sasuke calmed, knowing he wasn’t in danger of cumming.

“One lash, Master. Thank you, Master.”

The next blow landed across his upper back, above the rope. Sasuke’s body flinched, and more cum squeezed out of his ass, this time with a sound almost like a fart, upsetting him. Sounds like that around Itachi disgusted him, angered him, and meant extra blows.

“I’m sorry Master,” cried Sasuke, “I can’t hold it in! Two—two stroke! Thank you, Master. Does Master want me to hold in his cum?”

“Don’t try, boy. Let it come out. It please me to see my cum run down your balls, your cock, and puddle on the floor. Your hole looks like a slut’s hole. Are you an ass slut, Sasuke-bitch?” Naruto asked as the third blow descended, along the bottom of his ass—frighteningly close to his balls, his cock.

“No master! Three, Master! Thank you, Master!”

“Are you sure, Sasuke-bitch?” said Naruto. And then holding Sasuke’s eyes, his free hand, the hand dripping with blood, lightly stroked down the crease of Sasuke’s butt. Sasuke writhed and moaned, panting, wanting. Naruto’s index finger lightly ran over Sasuke’s anus, and Sasuke pushed up against the ropes, moaning, wanting, needing that finger to slide in him. Abruptly, Naruto stood and brought down the crop again, this time across his lower thighs, below his cock. Sasuke’s body flinched, but it was both in pain and desire.

“Four, Master! Thank you, Master! I’ve never felt like this before Master! I am an ass slut Master, but only for you! My hole has never wanted a fucking like it wants now, Master! My asshole is a slut for your cock, your cum! No one else’s, Master.” And in shock, Sasuke realized every word of that speech was true.

“So your hole is feeling slutty now, Sasuke-boy?” said Naruto in that voice that purred, that made Sasuke’s cock jump, made his nipples feel hard and needy against the bench. The new blow landed exactly across the center of his ass. Sasuke cried out, shook, and squeezed out what felt like every remaining drop of Naruto’s cum in his ass.

“Five, Master! Thank you, Master!”

The sixth blow was a diagonal on the left cheek, so fast, that Sasuke hadn’t had time to answer Naruto’s question. The blonde’s growl of, “Answer me, sluthole!” made Sasuke moan--a wanton, needy slut’s moan.

“Yes, Master! Six, Master! Thank you, Master! Yes, my hole wants your cock again, Master! Yes, it’s feeling needy, very needy.” And it was true—Sasuke strained against the rope, the restraints, trying to push his anus up at the blonde. The expected slash landed again on Sasuke’s left cheek, forming what Sasuke was sure was a perfect red X. Sasuke began to sob, hard.

“S-seven, Mas-ter,” he gasped out between sobs.

“Tell me how it feels, boy,” said Naruto as he began the X for the right cheek.

“Aaaaahhhh! Eight, M-master! Thank you, Master. Master, it hurts, it hurts so much,” sobbed Sasuke, “I need you, Master!”

Naruto let the crop softly run down Sasuke’s leg, then softly stroke over his balls and cock. Sasuke’s sobs stopped abruptly, and he cried out, “Thank-you, Master! Thank you!” as his cock twitched and jumped. His anus contracted wildly, opening and closing, winking up at Naruto. Sasuke felt it, and, half-moaning and sobbing, he watched Naruto in the mirror through his tears. The sexy blonde seemed transfixed by Sasuke’s body for a small eternity. When his eyes rose up and met Sasuke’s in the mirror, however, he just raised that arm with the fox tattoo high in the air. With a snapping crack, the remainder of the X on Sasuke’s right cheek was formed.

“Nine, Master! Thank you, Master!”

Naruto studied Sasuke’s back and laid a stripe below the one over his shoulder blades, just above the hemp rope.

“Ahhhhh!!! Ten, Master! Thank you, Master!” Sasuke sobbed wildly, noisily. He had snot dripping from his nose and precum from his cock. He needed to cum. Everything hurt, but he wanted to cum, he wanted to endure this punishment, and then have Naruto satisify this need, this want. Oh, god, only five more—only five more, till he could beg, beg for what he wanted. Sasuke sobbed harder, happy that relief was coming—almost there.

Naruto walked over to the cupboard and came back with something in his hand. He knelt down by Sasuke’s head and showed him the little bell ball. Some people used them for cat toys. But since Sasuke had always known the balls in the context of the club’s lifestyle, he thought only of gags and hoods. A bell ball was a good safe-word substitute when the submissive was gagged.

Sasuke struggled to stop his sobs and speak clearly. “Please, no, Master! No gag! Please! I can stop crying so loudly, Master! Please!” When he cried but a tenth of what he was crying now, Itachi would complain about the noise, how ugly he looked with tears and snot on his face, and zip him into a tight leather hood. Oh god, he was begging already, before it was permitted. It didn’t matter. He didn’t want a gag. How could he beg for what he needed if he was gagged? Sasuke didn’t realize the illogic of his fears and reasoning.

But when Naruto said, “No, gag, just hold this for me, Creamcake,” Sasuke thanked him fervently and a bit incoherantly. “Shhh, listen to me, pretty, shhh. This is another safe word, little slut. When you need me to stop immediately, just in case you can’t get the words out, you ring the ball. Now ring the ball to show me you understand, my slut.”

Sasuke shook the ball in his right hand, and it rang.

“Good boy! Now, hold it still now.”

“Yes, Master.”

The next blow descended on Sasuke’s upper right back—a diagonal. Naruto was making more Xs.

Sasuke bit his lip hard as he body flinched and shook, but he held the ball still. “Eleven, Master,” he said, tasting blood in his mouth. “Thank you, Master.” He could tell his cock was soft now, he was hurting too much to be hard, but the desire was still there, the want, the need.

The X was completed.

“Twelve, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Another X was started.

“Oooohhh! Master! Master! Oh, god! Thirteen! Thirteen! Master!” Sasuke panted and sucked air in his open mouth. “Thank you, Master!”

The X finished. So close!

“Fourteen, Master! Thank you, thank you, Master!” And Sasuke smiled up at Naruto—one more, just one more. He felt his cock hardening again.

“Good boy,” said Naruto, and the praise and the look on Naruto’s face made Sasuke forget to watch Naruto’s arm. He could only see blue eyes, beautiful blue eyes, his master’s eyes. The pain in his ass, low on his thighs, on his upper back was balanced by the needy feeling in ass, the desire in his cock, the sensitivity in his nipples, the need in his cock—it twitched. He felt his ass muscles begin to contract again, his anus opening and closing. He moaned, “Master, please! Master!” He didn’t know what he was begging for as he stared into those blue, blue eyes, just that he needed.

Crack!

Sasuke’s body went wild, and the plastic of the bell ball shattered in his hand as he thrashed in pain under the last blow. The bell shot out of Sasuke’s hand ringing loudly. Before Sasuke could say anything, Naruto’s knife was out, and he sliced off the rope around his lower back.

“Thank you, Master. Fifteen, Master. Thank you, Master.” Sasuke said, his voice shaky and strained.

“Rest now, my boy, rest,” said Naruto.

Sasuke’s head dropped on to the bench, face down, and his sobs returned. He felt Naruto unlocking the padlocks on his wrist cuffs and removing them. Sasuke’s arms slid off the sides of the bench and fell to the floor. The straps just above his knees were undone. Sasuke’s sobs were softer, slowing. Naruto sprayed him with a pain spray.

When the blonde returned from the bathroom, Sasuke wasn’t sobbing, just softly crying. He couldn’t seem to think or deal with his feelings, so he just let himself cry. Naruto put soft, wet, cloths on him. He had a basin of water and washed Sasuke’s crack, balls, and cock, removing any traces of semen. A brush ran through Sasuke’s hair. It had been wet from the shower, the warm shower that earned him these lashes.

“Beautiful, beautiful hair, little slut,” said Naruto as he brushed Sasuke’s hair, kneeling beside the bench. Sasuke stopped crying, listening. “Blue black. Onyx with Sapphire in it. Beautiful.” The brush strokes felt good, so good. Sasuke didn’t know how long he just laid there as Naruto brushed his hair. “Turn your head, little one, to one side.”

Sasuke turned so his right cheek was on the bench. Naruto washed his face, washed his lip with the blood on it. He got up and returned, soothing something on Sasuke’s lip. “Other side, little slut,” he said. Was it just Sasuke’s imagination, or did Naruto take longer to wash this cheek? More salve on his lip. Then Naruto removed the cloths from his back, rewetted them, and replaced them. He moved down to his ass, rewetting and rearranging the cloths there. Then Sasuke felt Naruto smear something over his anus—cool and dulling. Ahh—medicated anal lube. Sasuke’s anus twitched, and he pushed it up a bit.

“Ahhh, that’s my slut,” said Naruto. “You can beg now, little ass slut.”

“Please, Master, can you lay me on the bed?” asked Sasuke.

“When you’re ready to have the cloths off, I will,” said Naruto.

“I’m ready, Master,” said Sasuke, pushing up his ass again.

Naruto laughed, and Sasuke felt himself smiling. He felt so light, so good. He raised his head up to watch Naruto in the mirror as he began taking off the cloths. Oh, god, maybe the bed was a bad idea. Sasuke’s fantasy came back to him.

“Master, the mirror, Master. Can you fuck me so I can watch in the mirror, Master?” Naruto laughed again.

“Who said I was going to fuck you, slut?”

“Master!” Sasuke stared at Naruto, pleading with his face and eyes.

“Yes, Sasuke-slut?”

Sasuke froze at his name. What was he doing? He was Sasuke Uchicha! What the fuck was he doing?

Naruto had removed all the towels, putting them in the basin. He stood and rested his hands on his hips, admiring his marks on Sasuke’s back. Sasuke noticed his hand was still bleeding. He forgot about being Sasuke Uchicha and rose up off the bench to kneel and offer to bandage Naruto’s hand. At least that was his intent. He wobbled, and Naruto’s hand grabbed his upper arms and helped lower him to his knees.

“Let me bandage, your hand, Master,” said Sasuke. “Please, go sit on the chair or bed, and let me fix your hand, Master.”

“Very well, boy,” said Naruto, “Then you can lie on the bed like you asked to, little one.”

“Thank you, Master,” said Sasuke softly. Naruto turned. Sasuke waited on his knees with eyes lowered until Naruto sat on the bed. Then he got up and grabbed antiseptic, gauze, and tape from the first aid supplies. He walked over and set the supplies down next to Naruto and then went into the bathroom to get a clean damp cloth to clean away the blood. When he returned and stood before Naruto with his head lowered, the blonde held out his wounded hand. But Sasuke first wiped away the blood on Naruto’s temple. He felt tempted to kiss the now clean temple, but that was too un-Sasuke-like. Instead he cleaned and bandaged Naruto’s hand. When he was done, the damp towel dropped on the carpet, and he set the extra supplies on the table by the bed.

When he started to drop to his knees again, Naruto said, “No, lay down like you wanted on the bed.”

But Sasuke still knelt, dropping his head to rest it on Naruto’s boot. His heart was beating so loudly, and he was panting again. But without looking at Naruto, bent down like this, it was easier to say, “Please, Master, please fuck me slow and let me cum. Please. I don’t want to lie on the bed, Master, unless that’s where you want to fuck me. I want you to fuck me when you want to fuck, ah, when you want your, your, ah, the one you fuck, to cum for you, Master.”

“Lay on the bed, Sasuke-slut, until I undress,” said Naruto in that husky, seductive voice Sasuke remembered.

Sasuke began kissing and licking Naruto’s boots, wanted to say thank you, but feeling unable to speak. He felt a tug on his hair, and then Naruto said, “Now.”

Sasuke scrambled up on the bed at once, “Sorry, Master! Thank you, Master!”

“You’re welcome, little slut.”

“Master, can I watch you strip?”

“Yes, slut.”

And Sasuke lay on the soft bed on his stomach, his head turned to watch Naruto remove his tank top.

Mother fucking hot! Naruto could make a fortune as a stripper thought Sasuke. The way he put his boot up on the dom’s chair—oh!

Sasuke almost giggled when he saw that Naruto’s socks were orange. Where the fuck did he shop? At a hunting store? A shop for road workers? Then the offensive sock was gone. Naruto walked over to the bench Sasuke had been punished on, he put the other boot up on the bench, and Sasuke groaned as bent over to take this boot off, the position showing off his ass. Sasuke rocked on the bed, rubbing his needy cock on the soft blanket.

Naruto, both feet bare, strutted over to the bed, his hips swinging, licking his lips. Sasuke pushed his ass up in the air and moaned.

“I’m coming little slut. Be patient,” he said.

“Yyyeeessss, Master,” said Sasuke as Naruto undid those laces again, and his cock sprang out. But the time Sasuke could look at something besides that cock, the only cock to ever enter him without a condom, Naruto had began wiggling out of the tight pants.

Soon, Sasuke was dry humping the bed and panting.

“Be still, slut,” ordered Naruto as he wiggled and shook and shimmed out of those pants.

“Master, please, please hurry, master,” begged Sasuke.

The pants were gone, and Naruto was on the bed between his legs. “Please, please, please,” Sasuke begged.

“Shameless little slut,” said Naruto pushing a finger into Sasuke, making him cry out, “Yes, so good, yes!”

Two fingers hit Sasuke’s prostate, and he bucked and cried out at the pleasure washing over him at last. “Oh god, Master, I’m going to cum soon, Master,” he cried out.

“Fuck, no,” said Naruto, flying off the bed. “Don’t you dare cum, you Uchicha whore, till I put a cock ring on you.”

“Fuck!” shouted Sasuke, half a command, half rage at being reminded of his family, his name. He wasn’t in danger of cumming just now.

“Was that a curse or a request, slut?” said Naruto, pulling Sasuke’s ass up in the air, so he could reach around to fasten the cock ring on him.

“A request, Master, a request. Please forgive me, Master. I meant to say, please fuck me, Master.” The cock ring was tight around him, and Sasuke moaned. Naruto’s two fingers pushed back in and hit his prostate again. Sasuke came—a dry orgasm, no cum, but an orgasm that shook him and had him crying out a string of curses and pleas. His ass muscles clamped down, vibrating tight around Naruto’s fingers as the words flew from his mouth. Finally all his muscles went limp. Oh—except that one--his ringed cock was painfully hard.

Naruto pulled out his fingers and added more lube. Sasuke could smell oranges—he was using the orange lube, the orange scented and flavored lube. As if reading his mind, Naruto licked his anus and pushed his tongue inside him. Sasuke screamed, his balls tightened, but he couldn’t cum.

Naruto pushed three fingers into him.

“Please, need to, need to, please, please, can’t endure it, can’t Master, please, please.”

The fingers came out. Naruto’s cockhead pushed in. Sasuke screamed, “Master! Master!”

And then the fucking started.

It was slow like Sasuke had asked for. Naruto’s hands caressed him, played with his nipples, his cock as he fucked. Naruto stroked in and stayed inside, his hands touching. Then the slow pullout and another stroke in. A pinch on his nipple. Another stroke.

“Please, Master! Please!” Sasuke begged again and again until Naruto rapidly slammed into his ass--once—twice—three times—and Sasuke came dry again, screaming.

Naruto pulled out and shifted Sasuke to his side, straddling one leg and holding the other up, pointed straight at the ceiling. He positioned himself and slid in—and in. This way his cock went deeper into Sasuke. Naruto began to fuck again: three slow strokes, then two quick hard ones. Then one slow, one hard. Then just some slow ones with that wounded hand slowly stoking his dark pink cock in perfect unison with Naruto’s lazy thrusts.

Sasuke was crying again, begging for mercy, for the hated cock ring to be gone.

Naruto pulled out and rolled Sasuke on to his back. The pain overwhelmed Sasuke, and the room spun and started to blacken. The cock ring was removed, and Sasuke struggled to regain control of himself. Naruto was cruel, too cruel. To take the ring off, but to put him in too much pain to cum—

Then Sasuke’s legs were over Naruto’s shoulders, his back and ass off the bed. Naruto slammed into him, shouting, “Cum with me, Sasuke!” releasing a blast of hot sperm deep into his ass.

Sasuke’s orgasm exploded, more painful, more pleasurable, more—more—more—till there was nothing more, nothing more but stars piercing a cosmic darkness, stars pulsing with his heart beat and the smell of his cum, a smell with a loud rushing sound—louder, stronger, harder, darker—

. . . darkness . . .

Naruto panted, falling forward, resting on his arms. Sasuke’s legs were folded back over his body, but he had passed out. Naruto looked down at Sasuke, his Sasuke, his. The surge of possessiveness that filled him was too strong. His hands clawed into the bed, ripping the fabric. If anyone had tried to touch or take or claim, Sasuke at that moment, Naruto would tried to kill them with his fingernails, with his teeth. The feelings in him were too much, and he raised his head and let them out with a scream more animal than human. A scream like something a flaming red demon might make.