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In the bustling streets of Konoha, a young man named Kiba Inuzuka strutted with the confidence of a peacock. His piercing eyes scanned the passersby, a smug grin playing on his lips. Kiba, known for his reckless nature and sharp tongue, had a penchant for pushing boundaries and living on the edge of trouble. His sister, Hana, on the other hand, was a different breed. A skilled veterinarian, she dedicated her life to caring for animals, a stark contrast to Kiba's carefree ways.

 

Kiba's footsteps led him to the door of a nondescript building, the scent of antiseptic wafting through the air. He paused, glancing over his shoulder at the quivering figure of his 'pet', a young blonde boy named Naruto, who was bound by a collar and leash. The boy's eyes were wide with a mix of fear and excitement, his cheeks flushed pink. This was the latest twist in their master-pet roleplay, a game they indulged in to satisfy Kiba's dominance and Naruto's submissive tendencies.

 

Hana's clinic was a sanctuary for the village's furry inhabitants, a place where she could escape the chaos of her brother's life. Inside, the walls were lined with medical charts, shelves of medications, and the gentle hum of a surgical suite. Her days were spent mending broken bones, administering shots, and listening to the worried whispers of animal owners. She was known for her gentle touch and firm resolve, but Kiba knew she had a wild streak hidden beneath that lab coat.

 

The door chimed as they entered, and Hana looked up from her paperwork with a furrowed brow. "What the hell are you doing here, Kiba?" she barked. Her voice was as sharp as the instruments laid out on the sterile table. "And why is your... 'pet' dressed like that?" she sneered, her gaze lingering on the collar around Naruto's neck. Kiba chuckled, the sound echoing through the small waiting area. "It's just a little game we're playing, sis," he said with a wink. "But I might need your help with something..."

 

Naruto shuffled his feet, the leather collar feeling tighter with each passing second. He knew Hana wasn't a fan of their unorthodox relationship, but he couldn't help the thrill that shot through him at the thought of her being involved. He had always harbored a secret crush on the no-nonsense Inuzuka, her strength and authority a stark turn-on for his submissive nature.

 

"Look, Hana," Kiba said, his voice dropping to a seductive purr, "I know you're busy, but this is clan business. You have to treat any Inuzuka pet, right?" He tugged on Naruto's leash, the jingling tags a not-so-subtle reminder of their unconventional dynamic.

 

Her eyes narrowed, but she couldn't argue with clan law. With a heavy sigh, she snatched a clipboard off the counter and tossed it at Kiba. "Fine. But if you're going to do this, you're doing it by the book."

 

Kiba caught the clipboard with a grin. He flipped through the forms, his eyes glazing over the medical jargon. He scribbled his signature with a flourish, not bothering to read the fine print. "Easy peasy," he said, handing it back to her.

 

The room grew tense as Hana's gaze drifted down to the paperwork. She scanned the pages with a furrowed brow before her eyes widened in shock. "You can't be serious," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

 

Kiba's smile faltered. "What?"

 

"Did you even read half of what you signed?" Hana's voice was laced with disbelief as she pointed at the document that lay discarded on the counter, the pen still quivering from Kiba's hasty signature.

 

Kiba swaggered over, his confidence waning. He squinted at the paper, the words blurring together as he tried to make sense of the text. "Of course, I did," he lied, the words slipping out as smoothly as they always did when he was caught in one of his schemes.

 

Her brother had really dug himself a hole this time, and she wasn't willing to bail him out. "Fine," Hana said with a huff. "Take a seat, and I'll call you back once I'm done with your pet."

 

With a stern look, she led the blushing Naruto into the exam room, his eyes glued to her swaying hips. The room was cold and sterile, the smell of disinfectant stinging his nose. The exam table was a stark white, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body as he hopped onto it. She instructed him to lay on his back, and he complied, his heart racing as the fabric of his outfit grew tighter around his growing arousal. He couldn't help but admire her as she moved around the room, her movements precise and efficient, each step calculated and confident.

 

As she approached him, her eyes remained on his, a smirk playing on her lips. She began her examination, her gloved hands sliding over his chest, down his stomach, and finally, she gripped his erection, giving it a firm squeeze. He gasped, his hips bucking slightly. The coolness of the room was lost to the heat building between his legs.

 

Her touch grew more deliberate, stroking him from base to tip. "Now, now," she scolded playfully, "you're supposed to be a good boy, aren't you?"

 

Naruto nodded, his cheeks crimson as he watched her work him over. The tension grew palpable, the room seemingly shrinking around them. He could feel the precursor to climax building in his gut, a pressure that grew with each stroke of her hand.

 

"Looks like someone's eager," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she strapped his arms and legs to the table. "But, alas, I have some bad news."

 

Naruto's eyes snapped to hers, his heart thudding in his chest. "W-what is it?"

 

"It seems your master," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "decided to sign you up for the full package." She tapped the clipboard with a finger. "Neutering."

 

Naruto's eyes widened as he took in the paperwork. The word 'neutering' glared at him in bold letters, and his cock, still rock-hard from her attentions, twitched in anticipation. He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Is this... are you really going to..."

 

"Kiba invoked clan law, so I don't have any choice," Hana said with a shrug, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "But there's another catch."

 

Naruto felt his heart drop into his stomach. "W-what do you mean?"

 

"You see," she continued, her voice low and teasing, "when an Inuzuka pet is altered, the master must be as well."

 

The room spun around him as the gravity of the situation set in. He knew Kiba was reckless, but he never thought their game would lead to something so...permanent. "B-but, Kiba..."

 

"Don't worry," she soothed, her hand still working his shaft. "He signed the paperwork. He knew the risks."

 

Naruto felt a twinge of anger towards Kiba, but it was quickly overshadowed by his own fear. "What happens now?"

 

Hana leaned over him, her breath hot on his face. "There's nothing that says you can't have some fun first," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and hunger. "And since you've been a good boy, I think I should check and make sure your entire reproductive system is working as expected before I start."

 

Naruto's heart pounded in his chest as Hana's hand moved faster, her grip tightening around his throbbing erection. "W-what do you mean?" he stuttered, his eyes searching hers for any hint of reprieve.

 

"Just what I said," she replied, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "I need to make sure everything's in order." He watched, his eyes wide with shock and arousal, as stripped out of her own cloths and straddled him.

 

Her wetness coated the underside of his cock as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with each bounce of her hips. She leaned in close, her breath hot in his ear. "I have a secret," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down his spine. "I've always wanted to neuter a man almost as much as I've wanted to neuter my little brother when he's been especially stupid or annoying."

 

Naruto's body responded despite his fear, his erection pulsing between her thighs. He felt her grind against him, her clit rubbing against the sensitive skin. "Now I get to do two castrations I'll never forget," she murmured, her movements growing more urgent.

 

"And as a reward for being a good boy," she breathed, "I'm willing to give you a memory you'll never forget. So just say the word."

 

Naruto's mind raced. He had never been in a situation like this before, the thrill of danger and desire intertwining in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He looked into Hana's eyes, seeing the hunger and power there. He knew he should be scared, but all he could feel was a building pressure in his groin.

 

He nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Do it," he breathed. "Please."

 

With a smirk, Hana shifted her hips, positioning herself over his erect cock. She was wet with anticipation, the slickness of her arousal coating him. With agonizing slowness, she lowered herself onto him, inch by inch, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The feeling was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent bolts of electricity through his body. He could feel her muscles clenching around him, a vice-like grip that threatened to drive him over the edge.

 

Once fully sheathed, she began to ride him, her movements deliberate and calculated. Each stroke was a declaration of power, a dance of dominance that left him trembling. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. She leaned over him, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, and whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you, my little pet?"

 

The pressure grew unbearable, his hips bucking involuntarily as he fought the urge to let go. Her eyes never left his, her gaze a mix of amusement and challenge. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythm that matched the racing of his heart.

 

Her hands found his, squeezing them tight as she quickened her pace. "Come for me," she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Come for me, and then I'll take your balls."

 

Naruto could feel the climax building, his body on the edge of oblivion. He didn't know if he could hold out much longer, but the thought of her taking his essence, claiming him in this most primal of ways, was too much to resist. With a guttural roar, he released, his cum spurting into her as she milked him for every last drop. She threw her head back, her own orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure.

 

For a moment, they remained like that, their bodies joined, both panting and trembling with the aftermath of their shared release. Then, with a cruel twist of her lips, Hana leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Now, let's get to your little procedure, shall we?"

 

Naruto felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, the reality of the situation crashing down upon him like a ton of bricks. "Do you really have to go through with it?" he asked with resignation, his voice trembling as he stared up at her, his eyes pleading.

 

Hana leaned in closer, her breath hot and sweet against his cheek. "Kiba made his choice," she whispered, her teeth grazing his ear. "And now you're going to make yours. Tell me, do you want to come again before I make sure you never do?"

 

Naruto's eyes widened, and his body responded with a shiver of anticipation. He nodded, his voice hoarse with need. "Y-yes, Hana-san."

 

"Mistress," she corrected, her smile widening as she felt his cock twitch with excitement at the sound of her new title. "You'll be registered as Kiba's pet, but it'll be my bed you grace every night with this big cock of yours."

 

The room grew still as the weight of her words sank in. Hana's eyes bore into his, filled with a fiery passion that seemed to devour the space between them. Her hand trailed down to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin as she leaned in closer. "You're going to be mine," she whispered, her breath hot and heavy with desire. "Every inch of your eunuch cock. You'll be my little pet to play with, to use, to love."

 

The words hung in the air, a promise wrapped in a threat. Naruto's breath hitched, his heart racing at the thought of being owned by this powerful woman. The idea of serving her sexually, of being her personal plaything, sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He had always dreamed of a relationship where he could give up control, and now it seemed his wildest fantasies were about to come true.

 

"Now before I fuck you again," Hana began, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Naruto's spine, "I need you to do me a little favor. You think you're up for it?"

 

"I-I'll do anything, Mistress," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement.

 

Hana chuckled, a dark sound that sent a thrill through Naruto's body. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she looked into his eyes. "Good boy," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She patted him on the head, the same way Kiba often did, but there was a different kind of power in her touch. It was a gesture that sent mixed messages through him, a confusing blend of comfort and dominance.

 

"You see," she continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "there's this pet who made a mess in my cunt that I need you to clean for me. Think you're up for it?"

 

Naruto's eyes widened at the crude demand, but his body responded with a jolt of excitement. He nodded eagerly, his mind racing with the implications of what she was asking. He had never done anything like this before, but the idea of pleasing her, of being her servant in such an intimate way, was too tempting to refuse.

 

With a smirk, Hana slid off him, her juices still coating his cock. She straddled his face, her wetness just out of reach. "Lick," she ordered, and he obeyed without hesitation, his tongue darting out to taste her. Her scent was musky and intoxicating, a blend of arousal and power that made his head spin.

 

Her pussy was hot and slick as he lapped at her, his tongue delving into her depths to clean away the evidence of their union. Each stroke sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him, her muscles clenching around his tongue as he worked to satisfy her. He could feel her watching him, her eyes never leaving his, and it only fueled his determination to make her cum again.

 

The taste of their combined release filled his mouth, a salty sweetness that seemed to electrify his senses. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit with a fervor that surprised even him. Hana's hips began to rock against his face, her moans growing louder as she approached climax.

 

The pressure mounted until she was grinding against him, her fingers digging into his hair as she held his face in place. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice tight with pleasure. "Make your mistress come."

 

Naruto's eyes rolled back in his head as she reached her peak, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. He continued to lick and suck, savoring the taste of her as she came down from her high. When she finally pulled away, he was left panting and dizzy with desire.

 

Her hand trailed down his body, her fingers lingering over the leather collar. "You're going to be so much fun to play with," she said with a wink, her voice a sultry whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.

 

Momentarily sated, Hana climbed off the exam table and strode over to the sink, the sound of running water a stark reminder of the reality that awaited them. She returned with a damp cloth, gently wiping away the sweat and juices that coated their bodies. The coolness of the cloth sent a shiver through Naruto, the starkness of the situation setting in as she cleaned him up.

 

"Now, let's get those pesky balls off of you," she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. The words hung in the air like a dark promise, a twisted twist to their role-play that was becoming all too real. The idea of castration had been a part of their fantasy before, but the reality was so much more intense than anything they had ever imagined.

 

Hana's gaze was hungry as she took in the sight of Naruto's still-hard cock. She couldn't help but feel a thrill of power as she looked at the trembling boy before her. The thought of him, a strong and powerful shinobi, reduced to a whimpering mess under her knife was intoxicating.

 

"Look at you," she taunted, her eyes raking over his bound form. "So eager to be a good pet for your new mistress."

 

Naruto's face flushed at the words, his cock jerking against his stomach. He couldn't believe how much he wanted this, how much he craved the pain and pleasure that was about to come. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a heady mix of fear and arousal that clouded his judgment.

 

Moving with a calm efficiency that belied the gravity of the situation, Hana began to prepare the surgical area. She laid out the tools of her trade with a precision that was both reassuring and terrifying. The cold steel of the scalpel glinted in the harsh fluorescent light, a stark contrast to the heat of their recent passion.

 

"Now, this might pinch a bit," she said, her voice deceptively sweet as she took a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Without waiting for his response, she plunged the needle into his scrotum, filling it with a local anesthetic. The pain was sharp, but it quickly dulled to a numb throb.

 

"Enjoy the pain relief since Kiba hadn't checked the box authorizing it. Kiba, on the other hand," Hana continued as she swabbed his crotch with a cold iodine swab, "he'll be feeling everything." She paused, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "It's only fair, really. He didn't bother reading the paperwork, after all."

 

Naruto's heart raced as he felt the cold steel of the scalpel against his skin. Hana's hand was steady as she made the incision, her movements precise and practiced. Despite the numbness, he felt the tension in his body build as she sliced through his flesh. His eyes squeezed shut, his mind racing with a mix of fear and arousal. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed.

 

The smell of blood filled the air, mingling with the scent of antiseptic and sex. Hana's voice was a soothing murmur, her words lost in the haze of pain and pleasure that clouded his thoughts. He could feel the tug as she carefully pulled back the skin, exposing his testicles to the cold air. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, the only indication of the turmoil raging within him.

 

With a twist of her wrist, she forced both balls through the small hole she'd made, the sound of his muffled whine echoing through the room. Her eyes never left his face, watching the play of emotions flicker across his features with a twisted sense of satisfaction. She knew he was scared, knew he was in pain, but she also knew he was getting off on it, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing second.

 

Her hand moved to the second syringe. "This will make sure you don't feel much of anything when I remove them," she murmured, her voice a gentle caress that belied the brutal reality of what was happening. "But you'll remember it all."

 

The cold liquid spread through his cords, a strange tingling sensation that grew into a gentle numbness. He could feel her grip tighten around his testicles, her touch almost tender as she cradled them in her palm. It was a stark contrast to the cold steel of the scalpel, the heat of her hand a comforting balm against the icy embrace of the anesthetic. Her hands would be the last thing he'd ever feel from his balls, a phantom sensation that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

 

With a swift, decisive movement, Hana began to tie the dissolving sutures. The knots grew taut, cutting off the blood flow with a gentle squeeze. She worked quickly, her movements a blur of efficiency. Then picking up a fresh scalple she looked him right in the eyes.

 

"Ready?" she asked, and he nodded, his voice a barely audible whisper. He braced himself, his body tightening as she positioned the scalpel. The blade was a silver snake, poised to strike and rob him of his manhood.

 

Two simple cuts. That was all it took to sever his balls and end his manhood, permanently turning him into a eunuch. Hana's hand didn't waver, her gaze locked on his as she sliced through the sinew and flesh.

 

Naruto felt the pressure and the strange sensation of his balls being removed, but the pain remained a distant echo, swallowed by the numbness from the anesthetic. His vision swam, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to process what had just happened. In moments, his former testicles were sitting in a specimen bowl, a macabre trophy of his new status.

 

"Say Naruto," Hana began, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as she surveyed his now-empty sack, the shrunken flesh a stark reminder of his new state. "How would you like to be a show pet?"

 

Naruto's head swam with the pain, both from the procedure and the implications of what she had just asked. But even through the haze, he could feel his cock twitch with excitement at the idea. He'd always enjoyed the thrill of being displayed, the feeling of being the center of attention in their games. That's coincidentally how he ended up in this situation in the first place. "I-I don't know, Mistress," he stammered, his voice still thick with desire.

 

Hana licked her lips. "Then I could show off to all my girl friends before you fuck them," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement that sent a shiver down Naruto's spine. The thought of being displayed so openly, of being used as a tool of pleasure for her friends, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He felt his cock, now devoid of its source of power, twitch in response to her words.

 

"If that's what you wish, Mistress," Naruto whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The reality of his new life as an altered male was setting in, and the thought of being a show pet for Hana's pleasure sent a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

 

"Good boy," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Now, let's get you all prettied up." Hana's hand moved swiftly, rummaging through the supply cabinet with the ease of someone who knew exactly what they were looking for. She pulled out a small, gleaming package and held it up for him to see, her smirk growing wider as she did.

 

Inside was a set of gleaming silicone testicles. They were larger than his own, a mockery of what he once had. "These should fit perfectly," she mused, a smirk playing on her lips.

 

"There you go," she said, her voice a gentle caress as she inserted both silicone orbs into his sack and stitched the wound closed, "Now let's get you all cleaned up." She carefully bandaged the wound, her hands gentle despite the brutal nature of what she had just done. "You're going to be my little showpiece," she said, her voice a mix of pride and possession that made him feel both humiliated and oddly cherished.

 

As she worked, Naruto couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Fear, pain, and arousal warred within him, each one fighting for dominance. But there was also a sense of relief, a feeling that he had crossed a line and there was no going back. He was truly a pet now, her toy to use as she saw fit.

 

When Hana finally stepped back, her work complete, she gave him a wink and whispered, "Now it's Kiba's turn. Pretend to be asleep." Her voice was a soft caress in his ear, a stark contrast to the harshness of the metal table beneath him.

 

Picking up another syringe filled with a potent paralytic, Hana's smile grew wicked as she approached the door of the exam room. The drug was a powerful one, capable of immobilizing even the strongest of shinobi. She knew that Kiba would fight her with every ounce of his being once he realized what she had done to his precious pet, and she was more than ready for the challenge. With a flick of her wrist, she opened the door and called out, "Kiba, I'm done with your little plaything! Get your ass back here!"

 

Naruto did as he was told, feigning unconsciousness as the door swung open. He heard the sound of Kiba's footsteps, heavy and uncertain, as his master approached.

 

The moment Kiba stepped into the room, the smell of sex hit him like a brick wall, thick and cloying. His eyes widened in horror as he recognized the scent that filled the air—his sister's arousal. He gagged, the realization of what had transpired hitting him like a physical blow. "What the fuck, sis?" he managed to choke out, his voice a mix of anger and disgust. "How could you fuck Naruto like that?"

 

Hana just smirked at him, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. "What's the matter Kiba?" she purred, her voice a seductive taunt. "Think you're the only one who gets to fuck your little pet?" She stepped aside, revealing the figure on the table, still and quiet with a bandage covering his freshly-altered crotch. The sight sent a fresh wave of fury through Kiba, his fists clenching at his sides.

 

"Besides," Hana continued off the cuff, her smile growing wider, "isn't it always fair to give the condemned man his last request?" She stepped closer, her hand trailing over the bandages. "And if his last request was to be fucked by me," she whispered, "who are we to deny him?"

 

Kiba's eyes widened in horror when he saw Naruto's still form on the exam table, his legs splayed and his cock still standing at attention despite the bandages covering the rest of his groan. "What the fuck did you do to him?" he spat, his voice tight with anger and fear.

 

Hana held up the castration consent form, her smile mocking. "Exactly what you ordered," she said, her voice a purr. "You did sign it, after all."

 

Kiba's eyes went wide with horror as he took in the sight before him. His cock, still erect with need, began to shrink as the reality of what he had done to his best friend and lover set in. "But I didn't... I didn't know," he stuttered, his voice breaking.

 

Hana motioned him over to the cart with a wicked smile, her hand pointing to a bowl that held two whitish-pink orbs that were all too familiar to Kiba. His stomach lurched as the reality of the situation crashed down on him—those were Naruto's testicles. He stared at them, unable to believe what he was seeing. "What...what have you done?" he choked out, his eyes flicking from the bowl to Hana's amused gaze.

 

"I did exactly what you ordered me to do when you invoked clan law," Hana stated with a cold seriousness that sent a shiver down Kiba's spine. "Your pet even willingly accepted his fate with dignity. You should be proud of him." Her words were like a slap in the face, the gravity of what they had done to Naruto finally sinking in.

 

Kiba's eyes narrowed, his nostrils flaring with the scent of his own anger. He knew his sister was playing a game, but this was going too far. "You're a sadistic bitch, you know that?" he spat, his fists clenching and unclenching as he tried to hold back the fury that threatened to overwhelm him.

 

Dismissing his sister, he turned back to Naruto, his eyes raking over his nearly naked body. The sight of his best friend and lover lying there, so vulnerable, filled him with a mix of rage and despair. "I know you can't hear me, but I'm really sorry man," he murmured, his voice thick with regret. "I didn't know this was going to happen."

 

"It's ok Kiba..." The words came from nowhere, and Kiba's heart stopped in his chest. He looked up to find Naruto's eyes open, looking back at him with a strange mix of pain and acceptance.

 

"Naruto? Your awake?" Kiba asked in disbelief, his voice a mix of hope and dread. He stared down at his friend, who lay on the cold steel table, his body marked by the recent procedure.

 

Naruto nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving Kiba's. "I've been awake the entire time," he murmured, his voice filled with a strange calmness that seemed out of place amidst the chaos of the room.

 

"But your balls..." Kiba choked out, unable to tear his gaze away from the bandaged area. "How can you be okay with not having them anymore?"

 

Naruto's eyes searched Kiba's, finding the fear and regret he knew were there. He took a shaky breath, the pain from the surgery and the weight of his new reality hitting him in waves. "I'm not," he admitted, his voice strained. "But it's done. And I knew the rules when I agreed to be your pet." He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a whisper.

 

"It should have never happened!" Kiba shouted, his voice echoing in the small exam room. The words hung in the air, heavy with regret and self-loathing. He couldn't believe he'd allowed things to go this far, that he'd been so careless.

 

Naruto looked at him, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and understanding. "It's okay, Kiba," he said softly, his voice a stark contrast to the anger in the room. "I knew what I was getting into."

 

Kiba felt his throat tighten, his eyes burning with unshed tears. "No, it's not," he choked out, the guilt a heavy weight on his chest. "I did this. I took our games too far, and you paid the price for my fuck up." He reached out, his hand hovering over the bandages, unable to touch the damage he had caused. "If I could, I'd do anything to make it up to you."

 

"That's good to hear," Hana said with a smug smile, interrupting the tense silence. "Because now that I'm done with Naruto, it's your turn." Before Kiba could even process her words, she stepped forward with a swiftness that belied her earlier casualness and plunged the syringe containing the paralytic into his neck. The cold liquid burned a path through his veins, and he felt his body begin to betray him.

 

In a matter of seconds, his limbs turned to lead, and he crumpled to the floor. Hana's laughter echoed in his ears as the world grew dark around him. When he came to, his vision was blurry, and he found himself lying on the second exam table, his clothes discarded in a heap beside him. The cold steel beneath him was a stark contrast to the warmth of the floor, and the smell of antiseptic was now mixed with the coppery tang of fear.

 

"What are you doing?" Kiba managed to croak out, his voice strained with the effort of speaking. The paralytic was in full effect and he had no control over his body.

 

Hana's smile grew even wider as she leaned over him. "Just following the rules, Kiba," she said sweetly, her eyes gleaming with malicious amusement. "You know, those pesky little things you're so fond of breaking."

 

"What rules?" he managed to slur, his voice barely recognizable.

 

"It’s the same clan laws you invoked." She gave him a devious smirk. "Those laws state any Inuzuka pet that's neutered requires the owner to be castrated as well." Her words were a knife to his soul, twisting and turning in his gut. Kiba had never actually believed Hana would take it this far, that she would hold him to the letter of the law in their twisted role play. Yet here he was, paralyzed and at her mercy, the cold steel of the table biting into his skin.

 

Panic set in as he fully grasped the gravity of the situation. "Hana, please," he begged, his voice a desperate rasp. "This isn't part of the deal." But her expression remained unyielding, a cold determination that sent a chill down his spine.

 

"The law is the law," she purred, leaning in so close that her breath tickled his ear. Her words were a seductive taunt, a declaration of power that sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through him. "As I told Naruto before I castrated him," she continued, her voice a sweet poison that curled around his thoughts, "I've always wanted to do this. And thanks to you, Kiba, I now have the perfect opportunity."

 

Kiba's mind raced, trying to formulate a plan, a way out of this nightmare. But the drug had taken hold, his muscles refusing to respond to his desperate commands. All he could do was lay there, helpless and exposed, as Hana's eyes raked over him with a hunger that was almost palpable.

 

"I'm so hot and wet and right now that I'll need someone to give me relief when I'm done," she murmured, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down Kiba's spine. "You up for that, Naruto?"

 

Naruto's eyes filled with a strange mix of anticipation and longing as Hana's words washed over him. He knew her games all too well, the way she reveled in pushing boundaries and seizing control. Despite the pain and the horror of his recent castration, the idea of serving her sexually stirred something deep within him, a desire that was as potent as it was twisted. "Sure, I can, Mistress," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble that seemed to resonate through the sterile room.

 

"Whelp!" Hana exclaimed, her tone light and playful despite the gravity of the situation. She clapped her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she moved over to Kiba's helpless form. "You heard the blond," she said, her voice a taunt that made Kiba's stomach turn. "So let's get you prepped for your procedure so I can get laid some more."

 

Kiba's heart raced as he felt his body being shifted and manipulated, unable to fight or protest. His eyes darted to the side, taking in the gleaming tools laid out next to him. The scalpels and needles—instruments of his own destruction.

 

"What's this," Hana held up the castration form once more, her eyes scanning over it with feigned surprise. "It seems you didn't opt for anesthetic, Kiba. How utterly cruel of you." She spoke the words with a sweetness that belied the sadistic glint in her eyes.

 

Before Naruto could open his mouth, Hana's eyes snapped to him all but ordering him to stay quiet. Gulping, he nodded, his throat tight with fear and anticipation for his master's fate. He knew that speaking up would only add to the twisted game she was playing, and he didn't want to risk making things worse for Kiba.

 

Hana leaned in closer to Kiba, her breasts brushing against his bare chest as she whispered into his ear, "Tell you what, you agree to sign this little form, and I'll make sure you don't feel a thing." She dangled the consent of ownership form before his eyes, her smile a twisted promise of mercy wrapped in the thorns of her own sadistic delight. It was the same form he'd had Naruto sign when they started their pet play.

 

Kiba's eyes widened as he took in the implications. "But that means..." he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "You'd own us both."

 

"That's right," Hana said, her voice a sweet, deadly promise. She placed the tip of the scalpel at the base of his cock, the cold metal sending a shiver of dread down his spine. "And as your new owner, I'd have full say in everything that happens to you, my dear little Kiba." Her eyes glinted with a mix of excitement and malice as she threatened to make the first cut.

 

Kiba's heart pounded in his chest, his body sweating despite the coldness of the room. "Wait wait wait!" he begged, his voice high and frantic. "Fine, I'll do it." He knew he had no choice—his pride was shattered, his body no longer his own. He had to sign away his freedom to escape the horror that was about to unfold.

 

"Good boy," Hana mocked her brother, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down Kiba's spine. The words were a stark contrast to the warm, delicate tone she had used with Naruto earlier. Her eyes danced with a twisted delight as she watched Kiba squirm on the table, his body rigid with fear and anger.

 

"Since you seem to be indisposed at the moment," she said, her tone a mix of amusement and triumph, "I'll accept your thumbprint." With a deft movement, she took his hand, her grip surprisingly firm for someone who wasn’t an active duty ninja.

 

Kiba felt a wave of nausea wash over him as she brought his thumb to his lips. Despite the horror of what was happening, his body responded to her touch with a flicker of arousal, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He bit down, hard enough to break the skin and draw a bead of crimson blood.

 

"That's it," she crooned, her voice a dark symphony of power and satisfaction. "Now, let's make it official."

 

As soon as enough blood had welled up, Hana placed it against the contract. With a smear of crimson, she sealed Kiba's fate, marking him irrevocably as her pet. The act was both symbolic and binding, a stark reminder that he was now her property. His cock twitched in response to the claim, a betrayal of his body's instinctual response to submission.

 

"Now, now," Hana chided, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "That isn't very forthcoming." She couldn't help but taunt him, her own arousal growing as she watched him squirm under her control. Kiba's face flushed a deep shade of red, his eyes wide with a mix of anger and humiliation. He knew he had no choice, no power to resist her.

 

With a sigh, Hana rolled the medical cart over to Kiba's side of the room, the wheels squeaking faintly on the cold, tiles. She picked up a fresh syringe, the light playing off the gleaming steel needle as she held it up to the light, admiring its sharpness. "Let's put this little guy to sleep for good, shall we?" she said, her voice a mix of amusement and mock concern.

 

"It's not little," Kiba mumbled as he stared down at his traitorous cock, which despite his protests was rock hard. Indeed it was well larger than average, only being exceeded by Naruto’s own. It was his pride and joy, a symbol of his virility and power, and it was about to be taken away from him forever. The thought of losing it to his sister's twisted whims filled him with a mix of anger, fear and unbelievably extreme arousal. His mind racing with images of the life he would now lead as her eunuch.

 

Hana just chuckled, her grip tightening around his shaft. "Don't flatter yourself," she said, her voice a soft purr that belied the sadistic pleasure she was taking in his distress. "Now, let's not make this any more complicated than it has to be." Her eyes held his, a silent challenge in her gaze as she held the syringe up to the light, the needle gleaming like a tiny dagger.

 

Kiba felt his heart hammer in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she inserted the needle into his cock. The cold liquid spread through his groin, stealing the warmth and sensation from his most precious parts. He watched in horror as his erection wilted before his very eyes, the life draining from it as the anesthetic took hold.

 

"Good," Hana said, her voice a sultry purr that made his skin crawl. "Now we don't want you moving around during the procedure, do we?" With a wink, she proceeded to strap him down to the cold steel table. Each buckle clicked into place with a finality that sent a shiver down his spine. His limbs were secured tightly, leaving him utterly helpless to her whims.

 

Next, she powered on a pair of electric shavers, the whine of the motor slicing through the tense silence of the room. The first pass over his mound sent a shiver through his body, the sensation both strange and eerily intimate. The hair that had once been a symbol of his manhood fell away in clumps, leaving his skin bare and exposed.

 

As she worked, Hana hummed a little tune under her breath, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil her actions were causing. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, the pads of her fingers gliding over his skin with a tenderness that was almost loving. Yet the cold steel of the shavers was a constant reminder of the cruel reality of his situation.

 

She hadn't had to shave Naruto; Kiba had likely kept him bare as a declaration of dominance. Now, the same fate was about to befall Kiba, his fur-covered manhood to be stripped away under Hana's watchful eye. The starkness of the moment was not lost on him as the buzz of the electric shaver grew louder, the vibration sending waves of fear through his body.

 

When the shaving was done, the coldness of the Iodine was a stark contrast to the heat of his embarrassment. Hana's eyes never left his as she painted the antiseptic over his groin, her gaze a mix of triumph and something that looked suspiciously like desire.

 

"This is it," she murmured, her voice a dark symphony that seemed to resonate in the very air around them. "The moment you become mine in every way that truly matters."

 

With a swift, practiced movement, Hana made the first incision, the cold steel of the scalpel parting the flesh of his scrotum with a precision that spoke of years of medical training. Kiba felt the pressure, the tug, but no pain thanks to the anesthetic. His eyes watered as he watched her work, his mind racing with thoughts of what this meant for him.

 

His balls were soon exposed, the pink flesh stark against the sterile white of the surgical field. Hana's eyes gleamed with excitement, her breath coming in shallow pants as she leaned in closer, the scent of her arousal mingling with the antiseptic in the air. He couldn’t believe this was happening—his sister, castrating him. It was a twisted reality that seemed more like a nightmare than a daring role play.

 

With a deft flick of her wrist, she tied off the spermatic cords, her movements swift and sure. Kiba felt a strange sense of detachment as he watched the part of him that had defined his maleness for so long be stripped away. The panic in his chest grew with each cut, each tie, until all that was left were two empty sac of skin.

 

The sight of his testicles in the bowl, lying next to Naruto's, was a stark reminder of what she had done to them both. They were now both eunuchs, forever altered by her hand. He couldn't believe the betrayal he had allowed to happen, the twisted turn their relationship had taken.

 

But unlike with Naruto, Kiba wouldn't be getting any fake balls.

 

Instead, she carefully measured and marked with a pin where she was planning to cut his sack off. "This should make a nice sized change purse, don't you think?" she quipped with a sadistic smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.

 

Kiba's mind reeled at the thought of his most sensitive flesh being turned into something so mundane, so disrespectful. The anger and humiliation grew, a volatile mix that made his chest tighten. He could feel the sweat bead on his forehead despite the coldness of the room.

 

But there was nothing he could do but watch as she carefully cut away the skin of his scrotum, her movements precise and methodical. Each snip of the scissors sent a wave of revulsion through him, and he had to fight the urge to gag as the flesh parted under the gleaming steel. Hana's eyes remained fixed on her work, a strange mix of concentration and glee dancing in their depths. He couldn't believe she was going to turn his most private part into a coin purse.

 

"You know," she said, her voice almost conversational, "this is a common practice in some cultures for men who have been emasculated. It's quite practical, really."

 

Kiba could only whimper, his eyes wide and unfocused as he stared at the crimson mess that had once been a part of him. The room spun around him, the smell of his own blood mingling with the antiseptic making him feel faint. He was barely aware of the needle piercing his skin as Hana began to suture the flaps of his scrotum closed.

 

Then the coldness of the lubricant hit him, sending a bolt of terror down his spine as the reality of what was to come slammed into him. His body convulsed as the lube applicator was shoved into his ass, the feeling of it filling him up sending a shudder through his frame. His mind raced, trying to come to terms with what was happening, trying to find some semblance of control in this nightmare.

 

After all, no self-respecting male alpha would allow anything or anyone near their ass. Forcing Naruto to rim his own sweaty dirty ass not withstanding. But here he was, Kiba Inuzuka, the proud and fierce shinobi, lying on a cold metal table with his own sister's sqeezing lube into his most intimate of spaces. The irony was not lost on him, but the paralytic she had injected him with earlier made any form of protest impossible. He could only lay there, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear, anger, and the fading veneer of his pride.

 

His ass filled with lube, Hana squirted some more lubricant on a bulb-shaped object that she had picked up from her drawer. The sight of it made Kiba's eyes widen in horror as he realized it was an animal breeding device—an ejaculator—designed to extract semen from a male ram. With a sadistic smirk, she approached the helpless Kiba, the syringe glistening in the cold light of the operating room.

 

"What are you doing?" Kiba's voice was a mix of anger and fear, but she just chuckled darkly in response.

 

"Oh, just preparing you for what's to come," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She stepped closer, her hand sliding down to her own sex. Inserting a finger into her cunt, she drew it out with a wet sound, glistening with her own arousal. Hana leaned in, pressing the digit to Kiba's nose, forcing him to inhale her scent with every panicked breath. "You know how much I enjoy watching you squirm," she murmured, her voice a dark caress that seemed to echo in his very soul.

 

With a wicked glint in her eye, Hana began to push the bulbous tip of the animal breeding device into Kiba's anus. His body tensed, muscles straining against the bonds that held him down, but the paralytic kept him from doing anything more than that. The plastic slid in easily thanks to the lubricant, stretching him uncomfortably wide.

 

The sound of his moan filled the room, a mix of pain and a strange kind of arousal that he couldn’t control. It was as if his body had been programmed to respond to the sensation of penetration, regardless of the context. Hana's laugh was cruel, the sound of it echoing through the room like nails on a chalkboard. "You know, for a man who's so obsessed with being the alpha, you're taking to this like a champ," she goaded, her voice thick with malicious pleasure.

 

The electrical pulses grew stronger, the twitching of his cock becoming spasms as the device began to extract what little sperm remained in his body. Kiba felt the pressure build, a sickening feeling of violation that seemed to reach deep into his soul. The humiliation was almost too much to bear as he watched his sister's smug expression, her eyes alight with the power she wielded over him.

 

"That's a good boy," Hana crooned, her voice dripping with condescension. "Let out the last of that nasty seed. It's no use to you anymore, is it?"

 

It only took a few minutes for the ejaculator to force out every last drop of sperm he had left before it was over. The humiliation were almost too much to bear as his body convulsed under the cruel device, his mind reeling from the sensation of his very essence being ripped from him. Hana watched with a mix of fascination and glee, her eyes gleaming as she noted his body's involuntary responses to the degrading procedure.

 

With a final, almost triumphant click, she pulled the device free from his ass with a wet pop, the plastic still  glistening with lube.

 

Kiba couldn't help but look down at himself, his once-proud cock now a mere shadow of its former self. It lay there, small and withered, a testament to his submission laid bare for all to see. The last of his seed pooled in his abdomen, a stark reminder of his new reality. He felt a strange mix of emotions—humiliation, anger, and an inexplicable arousal that only served to add to his confusion.

 

Without missing a beat, Hana scooped a fingerful of his seed and brought it to his mouth. "Open," she ordered, and despite himself, Kiba's lips parted. The salty taste of his own essence coated his tongue, and he swallowed with a grimace. His throat closed up, bile rising in protest, but she was unforgiving. "All of it," she demanded, and with a sense of defeat, he complied.

 

The process was repeated until his entire supply had been consumed, each swallow a stark reminder of his emasculation. Tears stung Kiba's eyes, his pride shattered as he tasted the bitter fruit of his folly. Hana watched with a mix of fascination and satisfaction, her own arousal palpable as she reveled in her power over him.

 

"Looks like you're all out," she murmured, her voice a dark caress that seemed to stroke his bruised ego. "But don't worry, Kiba. I have a few friends who will be thrilled give you all you can eat."

 

With a wink, she turned her attention to the now fully castrated Naruto, who watched the scene unfold with a mix of shock and awe. Hana strutted over to him, her hips swaying with an exaggerated swing that was as much a declaration of victory as it was a taunt. "Mistress, I don't think I ever want to get on your bad side," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with fear and a hint of something else—desire.

 

"So long as you do what I say, you're good," Hana said to Naruto, her tone a mix of sweetness and malice. "Now I did promise you one last ride, and like Kiba, we need to get all that nasty seed out of you before you end up getting someone pregnant."

 

Naruto's eyes widened with understanding and fear at the same time. He had been trained to accept his place as a pet, but the reality of the situation was still setting in. His gaze fell to his own cock, knowing that in a few moments that like Kiba the last of his seed would be gone. That he would never be able to give her or anyone else children. "If that is your desire, Mistress," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

 

Hana took that as a cue and quickly stripped herself naked, her body a vision of curved beauty that made both the men's mouths go dry. She mounted Naruto with the grace of a jungle cat, her wetness coating his shaft as she slid down, inch by inch, until she was fully seated. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her cunt enveloping him, and Kiba had to clench his teeth to keep from groaning in envy.

 

Her eyes locked with Kiba's as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, each downward thrust a silent declaration of her victory. Kiba could see the pleasure building in her eyes, feel the way her pussy tightened around Naruto's cock, and he couldn't help but feel a twisted kind of jealousy.

 

The sight of Hana's naked body riding his best friend, the feel of his own useless cock, the pain of his recent castration—it all melded together into a confusing stew of emotions that left him reeling. But he couldn't tear his eyes away, his body responding to the sight of her in ways he didn't fully understand.

 

The room was filled with the sound of Hana's moans and the slap of skin on skin as she took her pleasure from her new pet. Kiba's eyes were glued to the spot where their bodies joined, his mind racing with thoughts of what this meant for their future.

 

The smell of sex and antiseptic filled the room, a heady combination that seemed to cloud his judgment. He could feel the anger and humiliation warring within him, but there was something else—a burning arousal that he couldn't ignore. His eyes were drawn to the sight of Hana's naked body, her breasts bouncing with each downward thrust, her wetness coating Naruto's shaft like a glove.

 

Her eyes never left Kiba's as she rode the helpless blond, her gaze a challenge, a taunt that sent a jolt of something through his gut. His own cock, now a shriveled and useless appendage, twitched in response to the sight, a silent betrayal that had him clenching his fists in frustration. The bond between them had been twisted beyond recognition, and he didn't know if he could ever come back from this.

 

But as she moved, the sway of her hips hypnotic and unbearably erotic, something in him began to shift. The anger and humiliation were still there, but now they were tinged with a strange, desperate need. He watched as she brought herself to climax, her body arching back in pleasure, and he realized that he wanted to be the one to make her feel that way again.

 

With a final, triumphant cry, Hana's body went rigid, her cunt clamping down around Naruto's cock as she came hard, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Kiba's eyes were locked on the spot where they were joined, his mind racing with images of what it would be like to be the one to make her scream like that. The thought of her riding his own cock, her body writhing in ecstasy, was almost too much to bear. Something that he new would never happen.

 

Kiba watched, his eyes glazed with a mix of defeat and arousal, as Naruto's cock pulsed with the last of his fertile seed, spilling into Hana's welcoming embrace. His own castrated state a stark contrast to the blond's temporary potency. Each spurt was a silent reminder of what had once been, what was now lost.

 

As she finished, she leaned forward, her breasts pressing against Naruto's chest as she took a deep, shuddering breath. "Thank you, my sweet little pet," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "You've done so well."

 

Naruto looked up at her, his eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Thank you for allowing me to please you, Mistress," he managed to say, his voice hoarse. Hana's smile was radiant, her eyes sparkling with delight.

 

"You're welcome," she replied, her voice a sweet purr. "But remember, from now on, your only purpose is to serve and satisfy me." She climbed off him, her legs shaking slightly from the intensity of her orgasm. Kiba couldn't help but feel a stab of envy—his own body had been denied that release.

 

With a wink, she turned and began to dress herself, her movements slow and deliberate. The sight of her naked form was almost too much to bear, a vision of beauty that seemed to taunt him in his current state. As she pulled on her clothes, she addressed both of them, her voice brisk and business-like. "Now, I'm off to the Hokage's office. I'll make sure to let Lord Kakashi  know that you two need some...recovery time before you can go back to your usual duties."

 

“Then I have to talk to my mother about the changes relating to clan succession with mother,” Hana murmured as she slipped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind her with a finality that seemed to echo through the sterile space. Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the new dynamics at play in the Inuzuka clan...

 

~*~

 

Hana use to absolutely despise going into heat, but that was before she came to possess Naruto as her pet. The knowledge that she could claim him whenever she wanted, that she could take his body and use it for her own pleasure was intoxicating. The days of suffering through her heat alone were now long behind her.

 

Her room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh light of day at bay. The scent of her arousal filled the air, thick and heady, making the atmosphere in the room feel almost tangible. It was a scent that would drive any male wild with desire, but for Naruto, it was a command that he could not resist.

 

He knelt behind her, his large hands gripping her hips as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. His cock, which had only grown larger over the last few months, grew hard at the mere thought of entering her. She felt him position the tip of his shaft at her entrance, the anticipation making her quiver with excitement.

 

The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the smell of their combined arousal heavy in the air. Since his castration, Hana had seen to it that Naruto remained on a strict regimen of hormone supplements. They kept his sex drive at a fever pitch, making him perpetually ready to serve her desires. It was a twisted kind of mercy, one that allowed her to indulge in him whenever she liked without the fear of an unwanted pregnancy.

 

The thought of how much her female friends envied her filled Hana with a dark sense of satisfaction. They whispered about it in hushed tones, their eyes glinting with a mix of lust and jealousy whenever she brought Naruto out in public. His emasculation had become a symbol of her power, and she reveled in the way they looked at him.

 

All her female friends loved making use of Naruto and his large cock. Despite his new status as a eunuch, he wasgetting more pussy than he ever could of imagined. They would fequently come over, whispers of their desire to experience his legendary endowment reaching his ears as they waited for their turn with the man who was once a hero, now Hana's prized pet. It was a twisted kind of heaven for him, one that filled his days with the sweet agony of endless pleasure and humiliation. And Hana was all too willing to share.

 

Naruto's body was a canvas of submission, his skin marred by the marks of their past sessions—love bites, bruises, and the occasional scratch. Each one a reminder of the power she wielded over him, each one a story of his degradation and her dominance. He didn’t hate it. In some twisted way, he found a strange thrill in it. Something more powerful than he'd ever felt when he'd submitted to Kiba.

 

Naruto thrust into her, his cock filling her completely, stretching her until she felt like she might split in two for the third time in the past hour. Hana threw her head back and moaned, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. Her walls quivered around him, the sensation sending waves of electricity through her body.

 

The room was a cacophony of wet sounds and ragged breaths as they moved together in a primal dance that had become a staple of their new dynamic. Hana’s fingers dug into the sheets, her nails leaving little half-moon impressions in the fabric as she held on tight.

 

His strokes were deep and punishing, a silent declaration of his temporary dominance. But she didn't mind. In fact, she reveled in it. Being claimed by her pet was a thrill that never got old, no matter how many times they did it.

 

Her hips rolled back to meet every punishing thrust from her pet, her body arching like a bow with each deep penetration. The feeling of him inside her, so powerful and unyielding, was a stark contrast to the way she had taken him the first time.

 

"Breed me," she panted, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate in the very core of his being. "Give me your pups."

 

Naruto's eyes rolled back in his head, the words a symphony of pleasure and pain. Despite knowing the impossibility of her words, the heat of them washed over him, setting his blood on fire. The urgency in Hana's voice was like a drug, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She knew exactly what to say to make him loose control, and it didn’t matter that he wasn’t capable of giving her what she wanted. It was the illusion of power that she craved, the thrill of knowing she could reduce him to a mindless beast with just a few simple words.

 

He pounded into her harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her, each one building on the last until she could feel her orgasm approaching like a tidal wave.

 

Tsume, the matriarch of the Inuzuka clan, lay on her bed, her eyes glinting with a hunger that could only be sated by the sight before her. She watched as her daughter's body was claimed by her pet. The arousal from her own heat was palpable, the scent of her need mingling with the heady aroma of Hana's pleasure.

 

Naruto had attempted to satisfy them both with his shadow clones in the past. But the feeble constructs lacked the substance to endure the fierce passion of a female Inuzuka in heat. They would barely last a few minutes before popping into nothingness, leaving both Hana and Tsume feeling unsatisfied. The only thing worse than an Inuzuka in heat was an unsatisfied Inuzuka in heat.

 

So now, as Hana's cries grew more desperate, her need for release more urgent, Tsume had decided to take matters into her own hands—or rather, her own snatch. She gestured to Kiba, who was lying on his back, his castrated form a sad reminder of his once-proud alpha status. His eyes widened with a mix of terror and anticipation as she approached, her own juices glistening on her thighs.

 

"You will service me," she declared, her voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through his very bones.

 

Kiba had no choice but to comply, his body responding almost instinctively to the command. He bent his head, his eyes flickering up to meet hers one last time before he buried his face in her hairy muff. His tongue darted out, the taste of her musk on his lips as he began to lick her just as she liked.

 

It was a task that never ceased to disgust him, the thought of tasting his own mother's sex a violation that seemed to go against every instinct he had. Yet, the bond between them was stronger than any revulsion he felt. His mind rebelled even as his body obeyed, his tongue working her folds with a skill that had been honed over months of degradation.

 

The act was only made worse when Kiba felt the coarse strands of Tsume's untrimmed pubic hair tickling his nose and invading his mouth. It brought forth a whole new level of disgust that washed over him like a foul tide. The hairs clung to his tongue and teeth, a stark reminder of the unpleasant reality he was forced into.

 

It did give him a new appreciation for how Naurto had dealt with his own untamed pubic hair before their castration without complaint. At least Hana kept her meticulously trimmed. Kiba couldn't help but think of that as his face was buried in Tsume's furry mound. The sensation of the coarse hairs brushing against his nose and tongue was something he had never experienced before, and it added a layer of revulsion to the already degrading act. Yet, as much as he hated it, he couldn't deny that the taste of her was intoxicating. Her flavor was a potent mix of musk and sweetness that seemed to call to the animal inside him, urging him to please her, to satisfy the alpha female.

 

Tsume's thighs quivered around his face, her nails digging into his scalp as she rode the waves of pleasure he brought her. Her hips rolled and bucked, her pussy clenching around his tongue as she chased her climax.

 

But no matter how hard Kiba tried, no matter how many orgasms he gave her with his mouth, Tsume was insatiable. Her hands gripped his head, her hips bucking as she demanded more from him. Kiba's jaw began to ache from the relentless movement, his tongue growing sore from her demanding grind. Yet, he didn't dare slow down or pull away. He knew the consequences of not satisfying an Inuzuka in heat, especially one as powerful as his mother.

 

Still his efforts didn't go unnoticed, nor unrewarded as she used one of her feet to play with what was left of his manhood. His shrunken cocklet was now little more than the size of his thumb, a sad and pathetic excuse for what once had been a symbol of his power and virility. It was the perfect size for Tsume to use on of her feet to play with while he’s servicing her.

 

Her eyes never left his face, a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth as she watched the mix of pain and pleasure that danced across his features. She knew he hated this, that every touch of his mouth on her flesh was a brand of his new status as a mere pet. Yet, she couldn't help but enjoy the way he struggled, the way his body responded despite his mind's screams of protest.

 

Tsume's foot played with his cocklet, her toes teasing the sensitive flesh that had once been his pride and joy. It was a cruel game, one that she knew he hated but couldn't resist. With every stroke of her foot, she could feel the beginnings of his arousal, his body betraying his mind in its desperate need for release.

 

Hana's friends all knew the truth about his emasculation, knew that he was denied the supplements that kept Naruto perpetually hard and ready for their use. They had whispered to each other, their voices low and mocking, as they reveled in the sight of his humiliation. It was something his mother had quickly picked up on and added to her own repertoire.

 

This was their lives from now on, and it was all his fault...

 

The End