Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Ultimate Submission ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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"Mom," Naruto called out as he slammed the front door behind him. The echo bounced through the empty house, but was quickly swallowed by the silence. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his backpack onto the floor. It was a routine that had remained unchanged since the day he'd started at the Ninja Academy.

 

Kushina's footsteps pattered down the hallway, the familiar sound a comforting rhythm in the quiet. She rounded the corner, a smile on her face. "Naruto, how was your day?"

 

He shrugged. "Same old."

 

Kushina's smile didn't waver. "That's what you say every day. Did anything interesting happen?"

 

Naruto flopped onto the couch. "Not really."

 

Kushina's smile grew a bit wider as she sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You know, your 18th birthday is coming up. "I was thinking we could throw you a party. What do you want?"

 

Naruto looked up at his mother, his eyes bright with curiosity. "A party, huh?"

 

Kushina nodded eagerly. "Yes, a big one! With all your friends from the village. Who do you want to invite?"

 

He thought for a moment before responding, "Well, all the guys from my class I hand out with, obviously. And maybe a few more from the next class up."

 

Her eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful! I can start planning right away. What theme do you want? Do you have any special requests for food or games?"

 

Naruto leaned back and stretched, his eyes scanning the ceiling as he considered. "Just keep it simple," he said with a grin. "Some friends, food, and maybe a cake."

 

Kushina's smile dimmed slightly. "That's all you want? Nothing special?"

 

Naruto sat up, a glint in his eye. "Well, I mean, you always throw the best parties, Mom. And you know I'm not really into all that fancy stuff."

 

Kushina's gaze searched his, looking for something more. "But it's your 18th birthday, Naruto. It's a big deal. You should have something special."

 

Naruto developed a faraway look in his eyes for a few seconds before he answered. "Don't worry mom, it will be. I think I got the perfect plan to make my party one that no one will ever forget."

 

Kushina raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "O, really? What are you planning?"

 

“That would be telling.” Naruto leaned in closer, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Trust me, Mom. I've got it covered. Just make sure to invite all the guys and keep it low-key. I'll handle the rest."

 

Kushina's expression grew serious, and she took his hand in hers. "Naruto, promise me one thing. No alcohol, no drugs. Your birthday should be about celebrating who you are, not about doing something stupid that could ruin your future."

 

His mother talking about ruining his future hit a little too close to home for what he had planned. Not that he could tell her what he was really wanting. "Mom, come on," he protested lightly, a hint of defensiveness in his voice. "You know me better than that."

 

Kushina studied her son, her expression a mix of concern and love. "Then why are you being so vague? You're usually so direct with what you want."

 

Naruto took a deep breath and blurted out, "I want an orgy," as if saying it fast would make it less shocking. The words hung in the air like a ninja smoke bomb, thick and unavoidable.

 

Kushina froze, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. "A what?" Surly she'd just misheard what her son wanted.

 

Naruto swallowed hard, his cheeks burning brighter than a sun-kissed tomato. "An... an orgy," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. "You know, a bunch of guys, me, and... fun."

 

Kushina's eyes narrowed, trying to understand the gravity of her son's request. "Naruto, are you sure about this?" she asked tentatively, her voice filled with a mix of confusion and concern. "That's a big step, even for an 18th birthday."

 

Naruto nodded firmly, his face still a fiery shade of red. "Yes, I'm sure. It's not like I'm asking for much. Just a wild night with some of my closest friends. We'll be graduating soon, and this is probably my last chance to cut loose before we're assigned to teams."

 

Kushina searched his eyes, her mother's intuition screaming at her that her son was leaving something out. But his earnestness was palpable, and she couldn't bring herself to probe further. With a heavy heart, she nodded. "Alright, I trust you," she said, her voice laced with both hope and a touch of fear for what she might not be hearing.

 

Naruto nodded again, feeling the weight of her gaze. "Thanks, Mom."

 

Finally, she nodded, her smile fading just a little. "Alright. I'll start planning. But if you think of anything you want, anything at all, you tell me, okay?"

 

Naruto nodded again, feeling the weight of her gaze. "Thanks, Mom."

 

Finally, she nodded. "Alright. I'll start planning. But if you think of anything you want, anything at all, you tell me, okay? But we need to talk about boundaries and what's appropriate."

 

Naruto nodded eagerly. "Yes, of course. Whatever you say."

 

"Good," she said with a firm nod. "Now, let's start planning this... unique party of yours."

 

The days leading up to his birthday were a blur of excitement and anxiety. He couldn't believe mother had agreed to throw him an orgy. It was all he could think about, his mind racing with the possibilities of what might happen. Would the boys from his class actually come? Would they agree to participate? And most importantly, would he be able to come out and ask them for what he really wanted and had planned for?

 

~*~

 

When the big day finally arrived, the nerves were palpable in the air. The house was decked out with streamers and balloons, the smell of food wafting from the kitchen. Kushina had done her best to make it seem like a normal birthday bash, but the underlying tension was unmistakable.

 

As the guests began to arrive, Naruto's heart hammered in his chest. Each boy that walked through the door looked at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity, their eyes scanning the innocent decorations, unsure of what the night had in store for them. Kushina had been true to her word, setting up a large, comfortable space in the basement that could easily accommodate all the teenagers.

 

The room was dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. A variety of snacks and drinks were laid out on a table, along with a few board games and a TV playing a sports game to set a casual atmosphere. It was the kind of party any mother would throw for their 18-year-old, except for the unspoken promise of a night of unbridled sexual exploration that hung heavy in the air.

 

Naruto watched as the boys slowly started to mingle, their voices growing louder and more relaxed as the minutes ticked by. He hovered near the door, his eyes darting from one face to the next, trying to gauge their reactions. Would they be repulsed by his desires, or intrigued? He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts, and reminded himself that this was his night.

 

The moment of truth came when the last guest had arrived. Kushina called everyone to gather around the cake, her smile a tad forced. "Alright, everyone," she announced, "I know this is an unusual party theme, but it's Naruto's special request." She turned to him, giving him an encouraging nod. "Naruto, do you want to tell everyone what you wish for before we cut the cake?"

 

Naruto felt his throat constrict, but he took a deep breath and stepped forward. His classmates looked at him expectantly, some with excitement, others with confusion. "Thank you for coming, everyone," he began, his voice shaky. "This is a really important night for me. And I just want to be honest with all of you." He took another deep breath, his eyes sweeping over the crowd. "I want to be your cum dump. I want to be castrated and used by all of you whenever you feel like it."

 

The room fell silent, the only sound the distant thumping of his heart echoing in his ears. For a moment, no one moved. Then, one by one, the boys started to murmur among themselves, their expressions ranging from shock to excitement. Kushina's eyes grew wide, and she opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out.

 

Sasuke, ever the stoic one, was the first to break the silence. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, his tone flat.

 

"No joke," Naruto replied, his voice firm. "I want this. I want to be used by all of you. To serve as your personal sex toy." Naruto continues, "I want to be the class's free use sex slave where any of you can use me whenever, wherever you want."

 

The room remained silent, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, to his surprise, one of the boys, Kiba, spoke up with a lazy grin. "Well, if that's what you're into, I guess we can give it a shot." A few of the others exchanged glances, and a murmur of agreement began to build.

 

Kushina, however, was not as amused. She gave the loud-mouthed Kiba a sharp look that could have sliced through steel. "Excuse me?" she demanded, her voice as sharp as a whip. Turning back to Naruto. "Where did you even come up with this idea?"

 

Naruto ducked his head, his cheeks burning red. "From history class last semester," he mumbled. "The topic was on the warring states era, where defeated male clan members were castrated and turned into sex slaves for the men to sate their lusts on. Since then, it's all I can think about. The idea of losing my freedom and being turned into a sex slave for everyone to use..." His voice trailed off, and he looked up at his mother with pleading eyes.

 

"You can't mean that," his mother desperately asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She searched his face, looking for any sign that this was a prank or a misunderstanding. But all she saw was determination and a hint of excitement in his eyes.

 

"I absolutely sure it's what I want," Naruto said, his gaze unwavering. "I want to be on my hands and knees as I worship their cocks with my mouth." He took another deep breath, his voice gaining confidence with each word. "I want to be fucked up the ass. I want to take their cum in both my holes as often as I can."

 

Kushina's eyes searched his, trying to find the son she knew beneath this newfound desire. "What about a family, Naruto? What about children?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of concern and dread.

 

Naruto shrugged. "I'll leave that to the straight guys," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "I've never been attracted to girls. It's always been the boys for me. I want to shove my face into Kiba's sweaty armpits before worshiping his alpha cock," he announced, his voice taking on a newfound boldness. Kiba's cock visibly twitched at the idea.

 

"For Neji," he continued, his eyes sparkling with mischief, "I him to use his Byakugan to guide his cock deep down my ass, pushing my limits until I can't take anymore." Neji's expression remained unreadable, but his eyes had darkened slightly, and the room felt hotter than before.

 

"I want to lick sweat off of Sasuke's flat stomach before swallowing a load of his superior seed," Naruto said, his voice filled with longing. Sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step back, his arms crossing over his chest.

 

"I want to lick Shino's feet before having him ejaculate all over my face," Naruto said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. Everyone in the room turned to look at Shino, whose stoic expression remained unchanged. He simply nodded, as if this was a perfectly normal request.

 

"I want to rim Choji's plump ass before he fucks mine using his expansion jutsu," Naruto announced, his eyes locked onto Choji's slightly horrified but undeniably intrigued gaze. Choji's cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, his breath hitching as the room's temperature seemed to rise a few degrees. The idea of the gentle, kind-hearted boy from class desiring such a taboo act was almost too much for some to handle.

 

"And for Shikamaru," Naruto said, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "I've always envied how he can just lay back and watch the world go by. I want to join him in that, even if it's just for a moment." His eyes grew distant, lost in a fantasy. "I want to lay in the grass with him while he watches clouds, his hand in mine, as I gently suck him off to orgasm after orgasm."

 

The room remained silent for a beat, the air charged with anticipation. The boys looked at each other, their expressions a mix of shock, curiosity, and arousal. Some shifted uncomfortably, while others adjusted themselves subtly, their pants growing tighter by the second.

 

Naruto's cheeks were flushed a deep shade of pink, his heart hammering in his chest as he awaited their response. He had really thought about it, identifying each boy's unique kink or turn-on. Then, like a dam breaking, the whispers began. Some of the boys were blushing, others smirking, and a few looked downright horrified. But it was clear that the idea had piqued their interest.

 

"But why castration?" his mother pressed once more, her voice shaking. "Is that really necessary?"

 

"But why castration?" his mother pressed once more, her voice shaking. "Is that really necessary?"

 

"Yes, it is," Naruto said with absolute conviction, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's not just about the act of sex for me. It's about the ultimate surrender. Watching them grow into men while I remain...less than whole...it's like a constant reminder of my place. And it arouses me more than you can imagine." He swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I've seen videos, Mom. Young boys, castrated, serving men. Their little cocks flopping around as they're fucked mercilessly. Only a red ugly scar where their balls use to be" His breath hitched, and a look of pure longing passed over his face. "That's what I want. That's what I need. Believe it!"

 

Kushina stared at her son, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and confusion. "You've really put some thought into this, haven't you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

 

Naruto nodded, his expression earnest. "More than you know."

 

Her gaze lingered on him for a moment longer before she took a step back, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Well, if this is truly what you want, I can't stop you. But I can't be a part of it." She looked around the room, her eyes misty. "You're growing up, and I can't protect you from every choice you make." She took a deep breath, straightening her posture. "But I will set one condition."

 

"What's that?" Naruto asked, his voice tentative.

 

Kushina took a deep breath. "If everyone in the room agrees to this, then I won't stop you. But if even one person doesn't want to take part or is uncomfortable, the whole thing is off. This is your night, but it's also about everyone else's comfort."

 

The room grew quiet once again, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the air. The boys looked around at each other, some with excitement, others with a mix of fear and uncertainty. Slowly, one by one, they began to nod. It was as if the spell of Naruto's desires had taken hold of them, and they couldn't resist the allure of the taboo. Each nod was a silent affirmation of their agreement, their willingness to explore this new side of themselves with their classmates.

 

Finally, Sasuke spoke up, his voice low and serious. "We're all here," he said, his eyes on Naruto. "If this is what you really want, then we'll do it." The room erupted in a chorus of murmured agreement, the tension dissipating slightly.

 

Kushina nodded, her expression a complex mix of emotions. "Alright," she said, her voice firm. "But remember, once you start, there's no going back. And I expect everyone to be safe and respectful. This is not a game, Naruto. This is your life."

 

Naruto felt a thrill of excitement run through him, his heart racing as he looked around at his classmates. They were all here, willing to indulge his fantasies. He took a deep breath, feeling a sense of belonging and acceptance that he had never experienced before. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

 

His mother looked at him one last time, her expression a mix of sadness and resignation. "You're now old enough to make your own decisions," she said softly. "I just hope you don't come to regret what you're about to do." With that, she turned and left the room, her footsteps echoing up the stairs as she retreated to her own space, leaving the basement to the eager teenagers.

 

It was Kiba who broke the silence, his impulsive nature getting the better of him as it often did. "Not to sound overeager or anything," he began, a smug grin spreading across his face, "but how and when are we going to get this party started?" His question hung in the air, charged with excitement and a hint of challenge. The other boys looked at him with a mix of admiration and trepidation, some nodding in agreement while others shifted uncomfortably.

 

Shikamaru, ever the strategist, rolled his eyes at Kiba's impatience. "You're such a drag, Kiba," he said, his voice laced with exasperation. "Naruto needs to blow out his candles first and make his wish. That's how we know what we're supposed to do." His eyes narrowed slightly, his mind already racing with the logistics of fulfilling Naruto's dark desires. He was the first to acknowledge that this was not a typical birthday celebration, but he had always had a soft spot for the blond-haired boy, and he wasn't one to shy away from an interesting challenge.

 

Choji, his round face flushed with excitement and nerves, took it upon himself to light the candles on the cake. Each flicker of light added to the already electrifying atmosphere in the room, the flames casting a warm glow across the eager faces of the assembled boys. "Shika's right," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Make your wish, Naruto, so it can be fulfilled if this is what you really want."

 

Naruto stepped closer to the cake, his eyes locking onto each of his classmates in turn. His heart raced faster than a thousand ninja on a mission. "I wish," he said aloud, his voice strong and clear, "for all my friends to castrate me and turn me into a eunuch sex slave that they use whenever they want for the rest of our lives."

 

"So Dobe, how do you want to be castrated?" Sasuke spoke up, his voice cool and calculated. His question hung in the air like a challenge, and Naruto felt his stomach flip-flop with excitement and nerves. He had thought about this moment so many times, but now that it was here, the reality was almost too much to bear.

 

Kiba’s eyes lit up with excitement as he spoke. "Ya, knowing you, I bet you've thought of a zillion ways to castrate yourself, so tell us how you'd have each of us do it." His enthusiasm was infectious, and the room buzzed with a mix of curiosity and unease.

 

"I've thought about it a lot," Naruto admitted, his voice trembling slightly as he blushed. “I thought of a method for everyone. Some more detailed then others.”

 

Naruto took a deep breath and continued, "For Kiba, I thought it would be fitting to do it during the Chunin Exams. After you beat me in a match, you decided to give me a lesson no one will ever forget. You'd tear off my clothes, revealing me to the entire stadium, and with your claws, you slice away my manhood without any hesitation or mercy. Then, you'd take me right there dry, in front of everyone, fucking me like a bitch to show your dominance."

 

Kiba's eyes lit up with excitement, his teeth flashing in a predatory smile. "Fuck yeah," he said, his voice filled with glee. "I've always liked a good show." The other boys murmured in agreement, their eyes on Kiba, who seemed to be growing in confidence with each word.

 

Sasuke, however, remained stoic, his arms still crossed over his chest. "And what about me?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

 

Naruto turned to him, his eyes shining with excitement. "For you," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down the spines of the boys, "it would be on my wedding day." The room grew silent, the mention of marriage bringing an unexpected twist to the already intense situation. "I wouldn't know who I was marrying," he continued, "but just as we entered our room to consummate the union, you'd use a genjutsu to freeze me in place." The thought of Sasuke's powerful Sharingan invading his mind and controlling him was almost too much to bear, and the anticipation made his heart race even faster.

 

"You'd then castrate me," he went on, his voice a little shaky, "but not just with a knife. You'd use your lightning jutsu, making it as painful as possible." His eyes glazed over as he described the agony in detail, each word painting a vivid picture in the minds of his classmates. "The smell of burning flesh would fill the room," he said, his breath hitching. "And as you took away my manhood, you'd use your fire jutsu to turn the remains to ash. No one would ever know what you did to me, but I would feel the emptiness, the loss, forever."

 

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The gravity of what he was asking for had finally sunk in. Sasuke's expression remained unreadable, his eyes boring into Naruto's. "And what of your bride?" he asked, his voice cold and detached.

 

Naruto took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a mix of pain and excitement. "After you take away my manhood and removed me from the gene pool, you'd take my place," he said, his voice a trembling whisper. "You'd claim her right in front of me, showing her that I'm not worthy to be her husband, that I'm just a eunuch now." The thought of watching Sasuke, his former rival and secret crush, claiming the one he was meant to marry was both agonizing and arousing.

 

"Every day," he went on, "I'd wake up to the sound of you two fucking in the room next to mine. I'd have to serve you breakfast in bed, clean up your mess, and listen to her moaning your name." His voice grew softer with each word, the weight of his desire and the reality of his future pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.

 

Lastly, you'd use a genjustu to force me to relive the event, every day for the rest of my life. That's your kink, isn't it, Sasuke?" Naruto's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes pleading with Sasuke to understand the depth of his desire. "You'd make me watch you fuck her, feeling the agony of my own castration over and over again."

 

"Hn." The one syllable answer said it all. Sasuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a step closer to Naruto, the prominent tent in his pants giving away his own secret desires.

 

"For Shikamaru, he's use his shadows to either crush them or force me to castrate myself," Naruto continued, his voice growing more excited with each word. The room was captivated by his twisted desires, their eyes locked on him as he painted a picture of his ultimate surrender to the Nara clan heir. "I'd want to feel his shadow hand squeeze my balls until they pop, or watch me as he forced me to castrate myself with a dull knife," he whispered, his eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and anticipation.

 

"Shino could use his bugs," Naruto began, his voice dropping to a whisper as he turned to the silent figure in the corner of the room. The young boy's expression was unreadable behind his sunglasses, but there was something about the way his chest rose and fell that spoke volumes. "He could use them to consume my flesh," he said, his eyes shining with a mix of terror and excitement. "Maybe even use the remains of my manhood could serve as an incubator for his hive, a constant reminder of my new role as his property."

 

"Of course, Neji would use his gentle fist," Naruto murmured, his thoughts racing with the erotic possibilities. "Thinking I was about to or had already taken his cousin Hinata's purity."

 

Naruto turned to Choji just to emphasize that he wasn't joking nor grossed out at the thought of what he was about to say. His cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were clear and earnest. "For you, Choji," he began, his voice steady despite the tremble in his chest, "we'd go to one of your clan's restaurants."

 

Choji's eyes widened in shock, his cheeks reddening as he realized where this was heading. He had always enjoyed the food at the Akimichi family's restaurant, but never in his wildest dreams did he imagine it would be the setting for such a disturbing act. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

 

Naruto leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You're a food lover, Choji," he whispered. "What could be more delicious than consuming a part of me?" His voice was a mix of seduction and challenge, and the room grew even quieter as the gravity of his words sank in. "I'd offer you my manhood for a secret and forbidden recipe," Naruto murmured, looking directly at Choji. The idea had come to him in a flash of inspiration, a perfect blend of their shared love for food and his deepest desires.

 

"Once removed, I'd watch you delicately prepare my manhood," Naruto whispered to Choji, his voice filled with a strange mix of excitement and dread. The thought of his classmates devouring the part of him that made him a man was both terrifying and exhilarating.

 

"After it was done cooking, I'd be forced to watching you consume it," Naruto continued, his voice dropping to a breathless whisper as he looked into Choji's eyes, "maybe even while sucking your own cock. You'd moan in delight as you ate what was once mine. A once in a lifetime experience," he murmured, his eyes glazed over with the thrill of his twisted fantasy.

 

Choji's face was a picture of shock and arousal, his cheeks a deep shade of red. "That's..." he stuttered, "That's... pretty intense, Naruto." He had to swallow the saliva that had gathered in his mouth at the vision Naruto offered.

 

The room was thick with tension as the other boys processed each of Naruto's fantasies. Some of them shifted uncomfortably, while others exchanged glances filled with a mix of horror.

 

Kiba, unable to contain his excitement, slapped his hands on his knees. "Fuck, this is going to be the best birthday party ever!" he exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The other boys looked at each other, some with nervous smiles, others with a glint of lust. Despite their varied reactions, one thing was clear: they were all heavily aroused by the twisted scenarios Naruto had laid out for them.

 

Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, and took a moment to process everything. "So," he drawled out, his voice dripping with skepticism, "now that you've given us all some rather detailed fantasies, how exactly do you want to be castrated?"

 

Naruto took a deep breath, his heart racing as he contemplated his words. "Whelp," he said, trying to lighten the mood with a forced chuckle, "I've got a more practical approach in mind." He quickly moved over to the corner of the room and picked up a cloth-wrapped bundle. The anticipation grew as he unwrapped it to reveal a gleaming tool and a bag of little pink rubber donuts. "This elastrator should do the trick," he said, holding the tool with a slightly shaky hand. "All we have to do is stretch several of these rubber rings around my ball sack, then cut between them. No jutsus required."

 

The room was a mix of horror and fascination as they stared at the elastrator and rubber rings. The reality of the situation was setting in, and the weight of what they had agreed to was palpable. But Naruto’s excitement was unwavering, and it was contagious.

 

He turned to Shino, the anticipation in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "No offense dude," Naruto began, his voice a mix of excitement and trepidation, "but the sight of your insect partners doing the deed... well it would be excruciatingly perfect. But, I don't think everyone would want to watch it happen..."

 

Shino tilted his head slightly, the corners of his mouth turning up in the faintest of smiles. "No problem," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the spines of the other boys. "I understand your desires, Uzumaki. I shall respect them."

 

"Thanks man. If you want, I'll let them have all the chakra they want later."

 

Naruto's voice was shaky with excitement as he turned to the group of his male classmates. "First off, I want to belong to all of you, completely and utterly." He held up a piece of sealing paper with intricate symbols etched into it. It was a relic from his clan, a tool of power and submission that was whispered about in hushed tones. "This," he announced, his voice growing stronger, "is an Uzumaki slave seal. Once it's on me, I'll be yours to command. Simply tie me to the bed and place it over my stomach. Then simultaneously channel your chakra into the seal."

 

The room was a whirlwind of emotions as the reality of what they had all just agreed to started to set in. The tension was palpable as the boys shifted in their seats, each contemplating their roles in this twisted celebration of Naruto's transition away from manhood. Some looked at the sealing paper with a mix of awe and fear, others at their soon-to-be eunuch classmate with a newfound hunger in their eyes.

 

"Once I'm a slave, you guys can legally castrate me," Naruto said, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "At first I thought we could do a little game of Janken or draw straws to decide who does it, but I'm sure that Shikamaru and Choji don't really want to do any more than they have to."

 

"As such, unless Shino, Rock Lee, or Neji are opposed," Naruto said, his voice trembling slightly as he held out the elastrator to Sasuke, "I'd like you to be the one to apply the bands." The room held its breath as Sasuke took the tool from him, his eyes never leaving the blond's face.

 

Sasuke's expression was unreadable as he examined the elastrator, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're sure about this, dobe?" he asked, his voice deceptively calm.

 

"Yes," Naruto replied, his voice firm despite the tremble in his hands as he handed over the elastrator to Sasuke. "And I want you to use your Sharingan to record everything, so I can relive this moment in the future." His breath was shallow, his heart racing at the thought of Sasuke's powerful eyes capturing every detail of his castration.

 

"If you could, I'd also like you to use your fire jutsu to cauterize the wound after I've been castrated."

 

Sasuke's gaze never left the tool in his hands as he nodded slowly, contemplating the gravity of the task. "Fine," he said, his voice a low murmur. "But remember, once this is done, there's no going back." The room was silent, the weight of his words echoing through the basement like a thunderclap.

 

Naruto nodded, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt the room's anticipation build around him. "Yeah," he said, his voice shaky but firm. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

 

Everyone's eyes turned to Kiba, the last boy in the room who hadn't been explicitly given any part nor passed up for the ritual. His excitement was palpable as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet like a little puppy, eager for his turn to play.

 

A simple nod from Naruto was all it took for Kiba to let out a whoop of delight, "HELL YA!" Looking around the room, his eyes glinted with excitement as he quickly claimed his place in the twisted ritual. "I call dibs of being the first to fuck his eunuch ass," he declared, the words hanging in the air like a battle cry. His canines glinted as he licked his lips, the thrill of the impending act fueling his desire.

 

"Boy Pussy," Naruto corrected.

 

"What?" was Kiba's elegant response, his obvious confusion taking the wind out of his sails. His eyes darted around the room, trying to gauge if he had missed something in the flurry of excitement.

 

"Boy Pussy," Naruto reiterated, his voice clear and firm despite his racing heart. "Once I've been castrated my ass becomes my boy pussy and my cock will shrink until it resembles little more than a clit." Naruto took a step closer to him, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "All I'll have is a tight, eager little hole for the rest of you all to use."

 

Kiba's grin grew even wider, if that was possible. "Whatever you say, dobe," he said, his eyes gleaming with lust. "But make no mistake, I'm still claiming first dibs on that freshly castrated boy pussy of yours!"

 

"If we are making a order of who's doing what first, then I will follow Kiba's example and call dibs on his mouth," Shino spoke up. "Why you ask? Because since I'm not directly participating in the actual castration, then I should be one of the first to claim our new slave."

 

Several of the other boys quickly joined in, eager to claim their place in the twisted lineup. Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, watching the unfolding chaos with a critical eye. "You're not going to put a stop to them?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and concern.

 

Naruto's smile was a bit shaky, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Why should I?" he asked, his voice a tremble. "Once I've been turned into a eunuch slave, I won't have any say over what happens anymore." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "This is what I want," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is what turns me on, what makes me feel alive."

 

"So how exactly will this play out?" Neji's voice cut through the air, bringing the room back to reality. "What's the steps in this ritual you've concocted?" His gaze was sharp and focused, as if he was trying to understand the complex web of emotions and desires that had led to this moment.

 

Naruto took a deep breath, his heart racing with excitement and a touch of fear. "Well, first we'll need to prepare the space," he said, his voice a little shaky. "I'd like to be tied down to the bed, like a captured enemy shinobi," he explained, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Gagged, blindfolded, and spread eagle or whatever position works out best."

 

"You guys can then use several kuni to cut my clothes off," Naruto instructed, his voice trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. The room grew silent, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. The idea of their own hands being the ones to strip him bare, to initiate his transformation into a sex slave, was both exhilarating and terrifying for the boys.

 

"Then everyone can help apply the slave seal on my stomach," Naruto continued, his voice quivering slightly with excitement. "You guys all need to touch it and channel your chakra into it." He looked around the room, his eyes meeting each of theirs in turn, searching for any signs of hesitation. The anticipation grew as they nodded in silent agreement, their eyes shining with a mix of fascination and arousal.

 

"Sasuke can then band my balls, and if anyone wants, they can tenderize them or do anything else they want before the grand finale," Naruto said, his voice quivering with a mix of excitement and fear. "I obviously won't know who does what," Naruto continued, his voice trembling slightly, "but I trust all of you to make this the best experience of my life." The room was filled with a tension so thick it could be sliced with a knife, each of his classmates contemplating what they were about to do to their friend.

 

Naruto picked up a special kuni from the table, the metal glinting in the dim basement light. It was a beautiful weapon, its blade unmarred and gleaming. "This knife," he said, his voice trembling slightly as he held it out to Kiba, "was given to me by my mother on the day we entered the academy. She told me it was to protect what's most precious to me." His eyes were filled with a strange mix of pride and sorrow as he offered it to Kiba. It’s never been used. Never tasted flesh or blood before, but tonight it will for the first and last time." His voice grew stronger as he spoke, “I want you to use it to take my manhood. Use it to cut away the part of me that makes me a man."

 

Kiba took the knife from Naruto's hand, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and nerves. He had never held something so precious to the blond, something that symbolized his transition into the life he craved. The blade was cold and sharp, a stark contrast to the warm, sticky anticipation that filled the room. "Are you sure?" Kiba asked, his voice thick with desire.

 

"I am," Naruto said with confidence and conviction, his voice steady despite the tremble in his hands. "I've meticulously maintained and kept the blade razor sharp for this very purpose." He paused, his eyes meeting Kiba's, searching for understanding. "Just promise me one thing..."

 

Kiba leaned in, eager to hear the last wishes of the soon-to-be eunuch before he claimed his prize. "Anything!"

 

"Good," Naruto said with a sigh of relief. "Now, remember, no pain medication," he warned, his eyes searching Kiba's for any signs of disagreement. "I want to feel every single moment of it, feel the true weight of my sacrifice," he whispered, his voice trembling with excitement. "And don't rush," he added, his voice growing stronger with each word. "Take your time and let me feel each individual cut. Most importantly, let the blade do the work, don't force it. The last thing I want to feel the is the weight of my balls in your warm callused hand, slowly disappearing as the nerves and connective tissue are severed."

 

The eagerness drained from Kiba's face as he took in the gravity of the task he had been handed. The gleaming blade of the knife seemed to pulse with the weight of the moment, the unspoken trust that Naruto placed in his hands. "Your serious aren't you?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with a mix of awe and horror.

 

Naruto nodded, a single tear trailing down his cheek. "More than anything," he murmured. "I want this. I need this." His voice was steady, his resolve unwavering. "This is my destiny," he continued, his voice a trembling whisper. "To serve you all as your devoted eunuch, to be the vessel for your desires and the object of your pleasure and lust."

 

The room remained silent, each boy lost in his own thoughts, contemplating the gravity of the moment. Some were excited, others were nervous, yet all of their cocks were in some state of hardness at the thought of claiming their friend's body. They were all bound by their curiosity and their deep-rooted respect for Naruto's wishes.

 

It was a moment of truth, a line that once crossed, could never be uncrossed...

 

Shikamaru sighed heavily, his eyes glazed over with the weight of the decision he had made. "What a drag," he murmured, his voice filled with a strange mix of resignation and excitement. Bringing his hands together, he activated his Shadow Possession jutsu, his shadow shooting out merging with Naruto's own, giving him near full physical control of the other's body and preventing him from moving.

 

"Shino, Choji, Lee." Shikamaru indicated the other boys. "As soon as I walk Naruto to the bed, secure his limbs, blindfold, and gag him," he instructed, his voice devoid of emotion but filled with a strange sense of authority that had not been present before. He then forced Naruto to walk over to the bed and lay down with his arms stretched above his head.

 

Choji, with surprising enthusiasm, took the ropes that were laid out on the table, handed two of them to Rock Lee and began to tie up Naruto's wrists. His hands were steady, his breathing slightly erratic, as he worked to secure his soon-to-be eunuch classmate to the bed.  At the same time Lee took care of his ankles. Both boys were swift and efficient in their movements. The mattress groaning under the weight of their combined strength, and the sound sent a thrill through the air.

 

Shino stepped up, a penis shaped gag and blindfold in hand, light gleaming of his glasses as if he was excited. He took his time, feeding the gag into Naruto's mouth before securing it, ensuring it was snug but not too tight. The gag was a perfect fit, and as soon as it was in place, Naruto's cheeks hollowed as he began to suck on it, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. It was a sight that made several of the boys in the room even harder, their hearts racing at the sight of their friend's submission.

 

The blindfold was next, a piece of supple black leather that he buckled securely around Naruto's head. The cold metal of the buckle was the only thing that broke the velvety softness of the leather, sending shivers down the blond's spine. The world went dark, and suddenly, all of his senses were heightened. The anticipation of what was to come was now only a matter of touch, sound, and smell.

 

"Yosh!" Rock Lee spoke up, his voice filled with excitement. "How can the rest of us fan the flames of this wonderous event?" His question hung in the air, a reminder that despite the gravity of the situation, there was an element of excitement and camaraderie among the group.

 

Shikamaru leaned back in his chair, a knowing smile playing across his face. "Well, since we're all going to be a part of this, let's make it a team effort," he said, his eyes sweeping over the group. "Neji, as the Hyuga with the Byakugan, you'll be in charge of keeping an eye on things and making sure no one goes too far," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. "You know how to heal, so if things get out of hand, you'll be there to patch him up."

 

Neji nodded in acknowledgment, his expression serious. He knew the responsibility he was being entrusted with, and he would not take it lightly. He knew that this was not just about sex and power, but about the very core of their friendship and trust.

 

Shikamaru turned back to Lee. "So why don't you take care of his clothes," he said, his voice calm and authoritative.

 

Lee quickly jumped up and grabbed one of his kuni in a reverse grip before approaching the bound and blindfolded Naruto. The blade was cold and sharp, and the anticipation in the room was almost palpable as he brought it to the blond's shirt. With a swift motion, he sliced straight down the front, the fabric parting like water around the blade. The sound of the material tearing echoed through the basement, a harbinger of the fate that awaited Naruto's manhood.

 

The shirt fell away, revealing the blond's toned chest and the tremble in his muscles as he took in the cold air. He let out a muffled moan around the gag, his body arching slightly as the cool steel of the blade grazed his skin. The sight of his friend's vulnerable form sent a shiver down everyone's spine, a reminder of the gravity of what they were about to do.

 

Lee's movements were swift and precise as he continued to slice through the fabric, his eyes never leaving the trembling form on the bed. His breath was shallow, his heart racing as he worked, the excitement building in his chest like a storm waiting to break.

 

With a final snip, the last piece of fabric fell away, leaving Naruto in nothing but his tight boxers, which were already tented with his erection. The room was silent except for the sound of their own heavy breathing. Each of them was caught in the moment, their eyes riveted to the blond's exposed flesh, their cocks straining against their pants in anticipation of what was to come.

 

Lee took a step back, his eyes traveling over the bound form of his classmate. His heart raced with excitement, his hand shaking slightly as he reached down and touched the elastic band of the boxers. "Ready?" he murmured, his voice barely audible.

 

Naruto nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps around the gag. He could feel the heat of the room, the anticipation thick in the air like a living thing. And then, with a flick of Lee's wrist, the fabric parted, the cold steel of the knife sliding along the sensitive skin of his cock before the boxers fell away completely. He let out a muffled whimper, his body jerking slightly against the ropes that held him in place.

 

The room was a symphony of shallow breaths and the occasional shifting of feet as each boy took in the sight of their soon-to-be-eunuch classmate. His large cock stood proud and erect, a beacon of his submission and willingness to please. It was a stark contrast to the fear and excitement that filled their hearts.

 

They had all heard the whispers and been taught about the correlation between chakra and physical development during puberty but seeing it in front of them was awe-inspiring. As an Uzumaki, Naruto's natural chakra reserves were vast, and it reflected in his manhood. His cock was thick and long, easily the largest in their age group and probably the entire village.

 

Now, as they gathered around the bed, each one of them took a moment to appreciate the soon-to-be-castrated organ, a silent nod to the fact that it's ability to become erect was about to be killed, or more accurately permanently put to sleep and rendered useless. It was a strange mix of envy and excitement that filled their chests, knowing they were about to take away something that would have made any of them a village legend in the bedchamber.

 

The thought that this powerhouse of a man, filled with boundless energy and the potential to be a legendary lover, would soon be reduced to a mere plaything was intoxicating, and the reality of it made their own cocks throb with excitement. The idea of a creature as robust as Naruto, with a cock that easily exceeded any of theirs in size and stamina, being transformed into something to be used and discarded was a thrilling concept. If he truly went through with it, no woman would ever get to experience the full extent of his virility, nor would they ever have the opportunity to be bred and seeded by the young Uzumaki.

 

"So, what happens now?" Neji's voice broke the silence, hints of both anticipation and reluctance in his tone. "Is it time to apply the slave seal?"

 

Out of everyone present, Neji was the one who knew the most about the intricacies of slave seals. His own Cage Bird Seal was a constant reminder of the weight and significance of such a bond. Despite his reluctance, the only reason he was participating was his unwavering belief in the sincerity of Naruto's wish, which he had confirmed with his Byakugan. The blond's desire was genuine, devoid of any genjutsu or coercion, and it was this revelation that had him participating.

 

In a moment," Shikamaru said, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "But I have one more thing that I think Naruto will love." He turned to Lee, his gaze sweeping over the other boy's sweat-soaked clothes and dusty forehead. "Lee, I noticed you're a mess. You've been training again, haven't you?"

 

Lee nodded, his cheeks flushing with pride. "Yosh, of course. How else would I be able to fan the flames of my youth then training every day to the limits of my abilities and the surpassing them," he replied.

 

Shikamaru chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Very good," he said. He turned to Shino, the mood in the room shifting once more. he said, turning to the boy who had been eyeing Naruto's cock with a mix of fascination and hunger. "I know you've already called dibs on first use of Naruto's mouth, but I'd like you to give up that spot."

 

Shino raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "I might, why because I know you to be the smartest of all of us and when you make plans they are almost always correct. Tell us what you've thought up and then we can discuss changes to the order," he said, his voice filled with both challenge and respect.

 

Shikamaru smirked. "I think y'all will admit what I've got planned is worth it," he told Shino, his voice filled with a confidence that was both alluring and unsettling. "Lee, I need your help to really fan the flames of our little blond's desires," he said, gesturing to the trembling figure on the bed.

 

Lee nodded eagerly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Anything to fan Naruto's flames!" he exclaimed, a hint of eagerness in his voice that was impossible to miss.

 

Shikamaru leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a cunning that had not been present before. "Take off your underwear," he instructed. There it was. The moment he'd mentioned Lee's sweety underwear, Naruto's cock had twitched. Now to confirm his theory.

 

Lee, whose eyes went wide with surprise before he nodded, eager to comply. He pulled at the waistband of his sweat-drenched spandex pants, revealing the thick, muscled thighs beneath. With a quick wiggle of his hips, the fabric dropped to his ankles, leaving his cock standing at attention. Reaching down, he picked up his underwear, in reality a jock strap, the damp fabric sticking to his hand like a second skin. The scent of his sweat and arousal filled the room, adding another layer of intensity to the already electric atmosphere.

 

Shikamaru stood upright, his eyes never leaving the trembling form of his soon-to-be eunuch classmate. "Naruto," he said, his voice a low murmur that cut through the silence like a knife. "You with me?" The blond nodded slightly.

 

"I've always wondered about something," Shikamaru began, his voice low and filled with a hint of mischief. "There've been a few... shall we say, incidents where someone's dirty underwear has gone missing, only to show up again several days later," he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

 

Naruto's body tensed, his cock giving a slight twitch that even Shino noticed, before he reluctantly nodded. "It was you, wasn't it?" Another nod. "Did you masturbate using our soiled underwear?" A negative shake of his head.

 

The room was silent for a moment before Shikamaru spoke again, his voice filled with a strange mix of understanding and amusement. "So, you've been stealing them to smell, to taste? They were arousing to you weren't they?" He leaned in closer, his eyes searching Naruto's face for any sign of a lie. The blond's cheeks grew hot with embarrassment, and he nodded.

 

The revelation sent a wave of shock and excitement through the room. It was a taboo act, something that none of them had ever dared to admit they'd thought about doing, let alone actually doing it. But here was their class clown, their untouchable genius, admitting to a fetish that was so base, so raw, it was impossible not to be affected by it.

 

"But you never used them for masturbation?" Shikamaru's question hung in the air, the room holding its collective breath as they awaited the answer. Another shake of the head from Naruto, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red. His eyes remained squeezed shut behind the blindfold, his body taut with the weight of his secret being uncovered. His voice was muffled by the gag, but they could all hear the muffled, "Never."

 

"Then what did you use for masturbation?" The question hung in the air, a rhetorical tease from Shikamaru that seemed to coil around the group's collective curiosity like a serpent waiting to strike. But even bound and gagged as he was, Naruto's response was clear, his muffled voice insisting, "Never masturbated." The room stilled for a moment, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

 

Neji stepped closer, his Byakugan activating with a soft crackle of chakra. His eyes took on a cool, calculating look as they scanned over the trembling form of his friend. "He's telling the truth," Neji said, his voice carrying an odd mix of disbelief and fascination. "He's evidently never masturbated before."

 

Shino nodded thoughtfully. "Then he definitely needs Lee's underwear to enhance his olfactory experience," he murmured, his voice thick with excitement. "Why? Because everyone else most likely took a shower and changed clothes before coming over here."

 

Lee took a step back, a grin spreading across his face. "You want to know how I keep my energy up and fan my flames of youth?" he said, tossing his jock strap to Shikamaru with a flourish. "It's all in the scent of hard work and sweat!"

 

Shikamaru caught the jock strap with a smirk. He could smell the dirty scent without even bring it close to his face. He knew that scent would drive Naruto wild, and that was exactly what he wanted. He quickly approached the bed and placed the damp fabric over Naruto's head, the blond's nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply. The muffled sounds of pleasure that escaped the gag were all the confirmation he needed.

 

"I have accepted your request," Shino said, his voice thick with anticipation. "I'll take Naruto's boy pussy after Kiba is done, and while I'm fucking him, he can suck on and clean Lee's balls." His words were like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline, igniting a fresh wave of excitement and arousal in the room. The proposal was a masterstroke of dominance and submission; each boy's role clearly defined in the impending ritual.

 

"Alright," Shikamaru said, his eyes shining with a wicked excitement. "Let's get this show on the road." His voice was like a whip crack in the stillness of the room, snapping everyone out of their daze and back to the task at hand. The atmosphere was charged with an erotic tension that was almost tangible, a heady mix of lust, fear, and anticipation.

 

"Choji, bring over the slave seal.” He quickly complied, his bulky frame moving with surprising grace as he crossed the room to hand the ancient artifact to Shikamaru. The seal was a dark, intricate design, the ink shimmering slightly with chakra. It was a reminder of the gravity of the situation, a symbol of the unbreakable bond that was about to be forged.

 

Shikamaru took the seal with a solemn nod, his gaze never leaving the trembling form of his soon-to-be submissive. Carefully, he placed the paper onto Naruto's stomach, aligning it with the center of his naval. The notes attached to the paper were a set of instructions, detailing the precise location and technique for the seal's application. The room was silent as they watched, the air thick with the anticipation of what was to come.

 

On the back side of the seal were six smaller circles, one for each of the participating boys. The significance of the act was not lost on any of them. They each knew that by placing their hand on the seal, they were not only binding Naruto to them, but also to each other in a way that was more intimate than any friendship or alliance they had ever known. The implications were vast, but in this moment, the only thing that mattered was the fulfillment of their shared desire.

 

At Shikamaru's signal, they all began to flood the seal with their raw chakra. The air crackled with energy as the black ink lines began to spread over Naruto's skin, wrapping around him like a second skin, claiming him as theirs.

 

Naruto's body began to thrash as the seal burned into his flesh, his moans and whimpers muffled by the gag. Whether the sensation was one of pain or pleasure, they could not discern. The seal grew darker, the chakra of the six of them melding into one, creating a bond that was as powerful as it was disturbing. Each twitch of his body sent a bolt of excitement through them, a silent testament to his submission and their dominance.

 

What wasn't expected was for the seal to start spreading up each boy's hand before circling their own dominant wrists. A black control band formed, pulsing with the same dark energy as the seals covering Naruto's body. It was as if the very essence of the Uzumaki's desire was coalescing into a tangible force, binding them all together in a twisted dance of power and lust.

 

Suddenly there was a bight flash, the kind that was almost blinding, even with their eyes squeezed shut. The heat was intense, like a thousand suns had just descended into the room, searing into every part of Naruto's body. He screamed, the sound muffled by the gag, his body arching off the bed in a silent plea for release. His eyes rolled back in his head, the pain mixing with something else, something darker, more primal.

 

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The world went quiet, and the only sound in the room was the gentle crackle of the paper burning to ash. The seal on his stomach was no longer just an ink drawing; it was a part of him, a living tattoo that pulsed with a chakra that was both his own and that of the others.

 

Naruto's mind, body, and soul now bound to each of his new masters, he felt a surge of power, a thrill of submission that coursed through him like a river of fire. The paper that once contained the seal had disintegrated into nothing but ash, leaving the ink etched into his very essence.

 

One by one, the boys looked at their hands, now adorned with the same intricate pattern that lay on Naruto's stomach. The black lines swirled and pulsed with the same intensity as the seal that now claimed the blond, a stark contrast against their pale skin. It was a visual reminder of their collective dominance, a bond that was both terrifying and thrilling in its finality.

 

"Naruto, you still with us?" Shikamaru's voice cut through the silence, his concern for his friend genuine despite the perverse nature of the situation. It took a moment, but eventually, the blond nodded. "You ready to continue?" Another nod. "Ok, I guess you're up Sasuke."

 

"Hm," Sauske acknowledged as he stepped forward, his Sharingan eyes activated, their red spirals spinning with a disturbing intensity as he took in the scene before him as his eyes captured every moment in vivid detail. The weight of his responsibility was heavy on his shoulders, but he had made a promise. He had agreed to this because he knew it was what Naruto truly wanted, and if there was one thing Sasuke valued, it was the sincerity of those he cared about.

 

He caught a small opaque plastic bag Shikamaru tossed toward him, and opening the zipper, found several small pink rubber bands. Raising an eyebrow at the color before reading the labeling sticker showing that it wasn't a package of normal bands that might be found for use with animals, but rather a specialized set designed for the very purpose they had in mind. No, this package was special ordered with the specific expectation of actually being used to castrate a human male.

 

Each label had a series of levels of tightness with a corresponding maximum time one could be worn before causing lasting damage. Naruto had selected the one with the tightest constriction which came with the stark warning: 'Do not exceed 10 minutes of wear'. It was a chilling reminder of the gravity of their actions.

 

The label further noted that this was the 'Uzumaki Edition', indicating they'd been specifically created to counter the Uzumaki clan's vitality. The mere thought sent a shiver down Sasuke's spine. It was shocking that such a supplier existed, and even more so that Naruto had been able to procure these abominable tools for this very purpose. If there was a supply of something, then there was a market. The idea of these elastrators had been specifically made and used on other male members of Naruto's clan was a grim reminder of the twisted world they sometimes found themselves in. Yet, not only had Naruto found them, he’d actually purchased them for use on an Uzumaki.

 

While the standard Uzumaki Edition elastrators were a fiery red, most likely to match their clan's iconic hair, these were custom ordered, a vivid shade of pink that stood out like a scarlet letter in the dimly lit room. The stark 'EUNUCH SLAVE' and 'FORMER UZUMAKI' printed in bold black letters on each band was a declaration of what was to come.If that wasn’t a statement, Sasuke didn’t know what would be. Naruto wanted everyone to know that these bands were being used on a real Uzumaki and that the recipient would be nothing more than a sex slave taking cocks.

 

With trembling hands, Sasuke grabbed a handful of the pink rings and handed the package to his classmates. Each one looked at the label, the gravity of the situation setting in as they read the chilling instructions and warnings. They were all silent, the only sound in the room was the rustle of the plastic bag as they each took a few elastrator rings as souvenirs, the cold rubber feeling almost alien in their sweaty palms.

 

The room was tense as Sasuke approached the bed, his eyes locked onto the pink elastrator bands. Each one was like a tiny noose waiting to claim a piece of Naruto's manhood. He picked one up, feeling its elasticity between his thumb and forefinger before loading it onto the elastration tool. He gave the tool an experimental squeeze, quickly realizing just how much force was required to stretch the ring out.

 

The way it stretched and snapped back into place was eerily similar to the tightening of a hangman's noose, a thought that sent a shiver down his spine. Yet, the anticipation was palpable, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the dark allure of the power he now held in his hand.

 

With a deep breath, Sasuke leaned in, the cold metal band of the elastrator clutched tightly in his grip. He reached out with his other hand, his touch gentle as he cupped Naruto's heavy, plump testicles. The blond's body tensed at the contact, but he remained still, his trust in Sasuke unshaken despite the gravity of what was about to happen. The room was so quiet, you could hear the rustle of fabric as each boy held their breath, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them.

 

Sasuke struggled to force Naruto's larger than average balls through the stretched rubber ring, his heart racing as he felt the weight of the decision in his hand. Each tug and push sent a wave of pain and pleasure through the bound teenager, his body trembling beneath the restraints.

 

With a grimace, Sasuke managed to get them both through, feeling the stretch of the elastrator around the base of the cock. He knew this was a critical moment; the ring had to be in the exact right spot. Too high and it might slip off, too low and it would leave excess tissue behind necessitating additional work. Carefully, he adjusted the placement, aligning it perfectly with the instructions he'd spent a few minutes studying.

 

Naruto's body jerked and he let out a moan of pain as the band was slipped off the tool, snapping down on his scrotum right below his cock. The sound was muffled by the gag, but the way his body was proof enough of the agony he was in. The elastrator ring's grip was immediate, cutting off the blood flow with a brutal efficiency that was both fascinating and horrifying to behold as the skin almost immediately starting changing colors.

 

One would have been enough. But Sasuke, ever the meticulous planner, knew that there was no room for error in a ritual of such gravity. He reloaded the tool two more times, and placed the other elastrator rings right next to the first.

 

He wanted to make sure that if Kiba accidentally slipped up with his cutting or a band snapped when he used his fire jutsu there was redundancy to prevent the blond from bleeding out. It was a sobering thought, one that brought home the seriousness of the situation despite the heavy sexual tension that had been building in the room. Sasuke's mind was racing, trying to anticipate every possible outcome, every mistake that could be made, and every way he could prevent disaster.

 

With a steady hand, he took the fourth elastrator band and held it tautly over the bottom of Naruto's scrotum just above his balls. This one was wasn't as crucial; but it would serve as a macabre dam, preventing the crimson tide of blood and severed flesh from escaping out of the sack once severed.

 

The room was quiet, the tension palpable as they watched the pink bands around Naruto's balls, the way his body was contorted with the pressure building, his cock standing at full attention despite the pain he was in. The blond's face was a mask of agony and ecstasy, a silent scream trapped behind the gag, his cheeks flushed and his eyes brimming with tears as they escaped from behind the blindfold.

 

"I guess it's my turn," Kiba offhandedly commented as he twirled Naruto's kunai by the pummel ring. His casual tone was at odds with the gravity of the situation, yet it served to ease the tension that had been building in the room like a storm cloud. He started to approach the bed, his eyes never leaving the bound figure of his soon-to-be-castrated classmate. But before he could take another step, Shino reached out, his hand wrapping firmly around Kiba's wrist.

 

"Not yet Kiba," Shino said, his voice a calm, steady force amidst the tumultuous emotions of the room. "Let him feel it first." His eyes were cold and calculating, a stark contrast to the warm, gentle expression he usually wore. "Why you ask? Because we all know how much he wants to enjoy his own pain. Wait and let him get the full experience as his balls cry out for relief before we proceed."

 

"So, what are we supposed to do in the meantime while we wait? Twiddle our thumbs?" Kiba's question snapped through the heavy silence like a whip, the impatience in his voice echoing off the walls. His hand tightened around the handle of the knife, the blade gleaming in the soft candlelight. The others exchanged glances, their own arousal mixed with a hint of unease at the thought of what was to come.

 

"Naruto indicated that he's never masturbated before, so it would be logical to assume he's never cum," Shino stated as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze intense. "Therefore, I intend to spend the entire time we wait by giving him a continuous blowjob while seeing how many orgasms I can force out of him," he announced, a wicked glint in his eye. "Why you ask? Because I want to show him that there are different types of pain. Pain that isn't just about loss or suffering, but about growth and connection. I want to prove that by experiencing a multitude of sensations, he can find a new form of ecstasy. A pain that can be derived from pleasure and repeated over and over again."

 

The room remained silent for a beat, each of the boys contemplating the gravity of Shino's words. It was probably more words than anyone had ever heard Shino say before as a single thought and no one was really wanting to dissuade him in his efforts to convince Naruto to reconsider. But, the blond remained still, his body trembling slightly from the pain and the anticipation of what was to come. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of the elastrators squeezing his balls, the pink rings a stark contrast against the purpling skin of his sack.

 

Well, everyone that is but Kiba. Who almost looked like he'd swallowed a lemon at Shino's 11th hour attempt to change Naruto's mind. His eyes narrowed, and his grip on the knife tightened, the blade glinting menacingly in the candlelight. It was clear that Kiba had his own reasons for being here and doing this, reasons that went beyond the collective desire to fulfill a dark fantasy. For him, this was personal. He saw in Naruto not just a friend or a classmate, but the biggest obstacle in his quest for the heart of the girl he'd been pining over for years: the stoic, beautiful, and seemingly unattainable Hinata Hyūga.

 

He took a step toward the bed before stopping, his mind racing as he thought of all the times Naruto had beaten him to the punch, all the moments where he'd stolen the spotlight, all the times he'd made him feel inferior. This was his only chance to not only claim his place as top dog but to do so in the most primal way possible: by symbolically removing his rival's ability to reproduce.

 

But it was more than that. He saw in this act of castration a strange form of justice, a way to balance the scales for every dog that had ever been neutered at the hands of a human, no matter how ridiculous it sounded. It was a twisted form of retribution that had found its way into his heart, a dark whisper that grew louder with each passing moment.

 

Yet Kiba stayed his hand because he knew Naruto. He knew just how stubborn the blond could be. All Shino was doing was challenging Naruto to prove his convictions. A challenge Naruto would all the more stubbornly pursue now. So, in the end all Kiba had to do was wait.

 

He took a step back, allowing Shino to climb onto the bed and take his place between Naruto's legs. The blond's thighs were slick with sweat, and Kiba couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy as he watched Shino lean in, his lips parting to take the swollen tip of Naruto's cock into his mouth.

 

Naruto's hips immediately bucked upwards, and he let out a long, loud moan through the gag as his rock hard cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Shino's mouth. It was a sound that echoed through the room, a testament to the intensity of the sensation that washed over him.

 

Kiba's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched, a hint of jealousy flitting across his features. He knew just how skilled Shino was with his mouth, having felt it countless times on his own cock.

 

When their ninja academy class had first started, it quickly became apparent that every female there had the hots for Sasuke Uchiha. The only exception was the shy, timid Hinata Hyūga, whose eyes always seemed to follow the blond troublemaker, Naruto.

 

But as the months rolled on and the scent of puberty began to fill the air, Kiba found himself in a new kind of hell. The pheromones of a dozen aroused girls clung to every surface in the classroom, thick and cloying like a cloud of cheap perfume after a particularly sweaty gym class. Every time they watched Sasuke perform some flashy jutsu, the room would fill with the musky scent of desire, and Kiba, with his heightened Inuzuka senses, couldn't escape it. It was a constant torment, a never-ending reminder of his own unfulfilled desires and his frustration grew with each passing day.

 

The worst part was the relentless cycle of menstruation. It was as if they were all in sync, a never-ending conveyor belt of female fertility that seemed to mock him with its scent. The days of the month that should have brought relief, the days when the scent of fertility was absent, were instead filled with the coppery tang of blood. It was a scent that should have repulsed him, but instead, it only served to inflame his desire further, a taunting reminder of the one thing he craved most and could never have.

 

Having to sit there and stew in the scents of unfulfilled and unbred females reeked absolute havoc with his concentration. The classroom was a minefield of pheromones, each girl's scent a silent declaration of her desire for the elusive Sasuke. The air was thick with it, a potent cocktail of longing and lust that made Kiba's blood boil. It was so bad, he needed to hide in a bathroom stall and relieve himself during almost every break.

 

Shino, ever the observant one, had noticed Kiba's plight. The Aburame had his own issues with his insects getting distracted by the potent scents, throwing off their coordination and making his already difficult jutsu almost impossible to perform. Thus, a solution that would not only alleviate his suffering but also help them both to focus on their studies had been proposed by the bug user. It was a simple idea really; they'd take turns distracting each other from the overwhelming feminine scents by engaging in their own brand of male-on-male intimacy as Shino had called it.

 

The deal was simple: Kiba could use Shino as a sexual outlet, unleashing his carnally driven frustrations upon the other boy's willing body whenever the need arose. In return, Shino gained the use of Kiba's mouth, a service he found particularly satisfying in the throes of passion. And, as an added bonus, Shino's insects were granted access to Kiba's chakra, a boon that not only bolstered their abilities but also allowed them to share in the intimate moments of their friendship.

 

As Shino's skilled mouth worked its magic on Naruto's tortured member, the blond's mind raced back to his early days of curiosity and denial. He had stumbled upon the concept of eunuchism in the dusty annals of the library, a world of ancient practices and dark desires that had captured his imagination. The idea of being a sexual plaything, a creature of pleasure without the burden of his own sexual agency, had called to him like a siren's song. The more he read about it the more he wanted to become a eunuch slave.

 

But it was the day he found the tape that had truly sealed his fate. The grainy black-market recording was like a window into a world he hadn't even known existed. The screams of the young blond shinobi as his captors took turns brutalizing him resonated deep within his soul. He watched in horror and fascination as they sliced away his manhood, leaving him a whimpering mess on the floor. Yet, amidst the blood and pain, there was something else there. Something that spoke to the darkest parts of him.

 

The look in the young man's eyes as they bound him, the way he writhed and begged, the way he was used and discarded—it was a vision of absolute power and control that made Naruto's heart race and his cock throb. It was a stark contrast to his own life in the Leaf Village, where he was often the brunt of jokes and the underdog in every situation. Here, in this twisted tableau, was a world where he could be the one with the power.

 

But he knew that power was a fickle thing. It could be taken away in a heartbeat, and in his deepest, most secret thoughts, that was what he truly craved. To be at the mercy of those stronger than him, to have his desires bent and shaped by their wills. It was a heady cocktail of fear and desire that had led him to this moment, to the bed in the center of the room with his classmates standing around him, ready to take what was rightfully theirs.

 

Yet through ever meticulous detail of the twisted fantasy playing out in his mind, the one rule Naruto had steadfastly clung to was that he would not indulge in any form of sexual release. So when Shino's skilled mouth wrapped around his massive swollen cock, taking him in whole without so much as a flinch, it was like a bolt of lightning through his body. He had never been this aroused, the pressure and pain from the elastrator bands as his balls slowly died and the anticipation of what was to come had left him a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

 

As the first spurt of Naruto’s thick Uzumaki Seed shot into Shino's mouth, Naruto's body convulsed, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as if trying to hold back the wave of pleasure that crashed over him. But Shino was relentless, his mouth a tight, suckling vice that refused to let up until every drop had been wrung from the blond's body. The taste was strong, bitter, and slightly salty, but the Aburame didn't mind as he’d long since grown to like the taste.

 

Naruto's moans grew more frantic as Shino’s mouth worked him, the elastrators digging in deeper with each contraction of his cock. He could feel his balls, swollen and heavy, fighting against the unforgiving bands. The pain was a crescendo that seemed to peak and peak again with each pulse of his heart, each wave of pleasure that crashed through him.

 

But even as his orgasm waned, Shino remained steadfast, his eyes never leaving the blindfolded boy's face. He pulled back, focusing his attention solely on the sensitive, over-stimulated head of the blond's cock. His tongue swirled around the tip, teasing and taunting the slit as he felt the last drops of cum dribble out.

 

Shino's right hand slipped into the fray, wrapping tightly around the base of Naruto's thick, veiny shaft. He worked in tandem with his mouth, his strokes matching the rhythm of his bobbing head. Each firm tug was a silent promise of more to come, a declaration of dominance over the blond's desperate body.

 

Naruto's entire body was stretched taut, a canvas of agony and ecstasy, each spasm of his overstimulated cock a silent scream for relief that never came. His legs thrashed wildly, trying to escape the bondage that held him in place, but the ropes merely dug deeper into his flesh, a stark reminder of his own powerlessness.

 

It was a dance of pleasure and pain, one that Shino had performed many times before on Kiba. He was an expert at reading his partner's body language, and he played Naruto like a fiddle. The twitch of his hips, the tension in his thighs, the way his toes curled into the bedsheets—every movement spoke volumes of the agony and ecstasy he was experiencing. With each stroke of his hand and flick of his tongue, Shino pushed Naruto further into the abyss, where pleasure and pain intertwined in a delicate yet brutal ballet.

 

Pleasure turned to pain and only amplified the pleasure, creating a feedback loop that Shino had no intention to end until his time was up. He knew the precise moment to ease off the pressure and let the waves of agony recede before plunging back into the depths of Naruto's climax. The blond's body was a symphony of reactions, each one more delicious than the last. The tension in the room was palpable, a heady mix of excitement and trepidation that only added to the thrill of their macabre ritual.

 

The second orgasm hit Naruto like a tidal wave, his body arching off the bed, the ropes cutting into his skin as he tried to escape the exquisite torment. His cock pulsed and spasmed in Shino's mouth, the room seemed to spin around him. Then came the third orgasm. It was a crescendo that seemed to build upon the wreckage of the previous ones, each spasm more intense than the last.

 

Shino didn't miss a beat, his mouth a maelstrom of pleasure as his tongue danced around the sensitive glans, tracing patterns that sent shivers down the blond's spine. The pain from the elastrators was a symphony that played in the background, a constant reminder of the transformation that was occurring as each movement caused the bands to tighten just a fraction more. Shino's technique was flawless, his rhythm unrelenting, and his determination unyielding. A dance of the most primal instincts, a duet of suffering and bliss that Shino had choreographed to perfection.

 

The room was filled with the wet sounds of his mouth working tirelessly, the smacking of his lips, and the muffled cries of pain and pleasure that escaped Naruto's throat. The scent of sweat and sex was thick in the air, a potent mix of pheromones that only served to fuel the fire burning within each of the young shinobi present.

 

But all good things had to eventually come to an end, and the scene was unfortunately interrupted by Shikamaru calling time. With one last harsh suck, Shino disengaged from Naruto's cock, his cheeks hollowed and his eyes shining with the thrill of the act. He wiped a trickle of cum from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a smear of white against his pale skin. The room felt colder as the air returned to its stale, anticipatory stillness.

 

The blond's body was a study in erotic torture, his cock still half-hard and gleaming with saliva, his balls a deep shade of purple that spoke of their impending doom. He was trembling uncontrollably, the aftershocks of his orgasms leaving him vulnerable and exposed. Kiba's own erection throbbed painfully against his pants, the pressure of his own desire warring with the need to maintain his façade of dominance.

 

"Damn," Sasuke murmured, his voice low and thick with lust. The room's tension had shifted from one of anticipation to something darker, something more primal. Choji's cheeks were flushed as he commented about just how hot that was. Even Neji had to silently admit just how hot and bothered he scene had made him, not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

 

If everyone had been aroused before, Shino's performance had pushed everyone's arousal up to 11 and that was before the climax of the ritual which was still to come. The room was thick with the scent of sweat, cum, and the dark anticipation that clung to each boy's skin like a second layer of clothing. Each one of them was fully erect, their cocks straining against their clothes, desperate for release, but they had to wait.

 

Shikamaru once more approached the bed and knelt by Naruto's head. His voice was calm and measured, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of desire that played in the air around them. "Naruto, can you hear me?" It took a moment, longer than either would have liked, but the blond finally nodded his head, his breaths still ragged from the relentless assault of pleasure Shino had inflicted upon him.

 

"This is your last chance to back out," Shikamaru said, his words hanging heavily in the silence. "Shino just showed you that even pleasure can be torment if you let it. If what you seek is pain and suffering, castration isn't the only way to find it." His eyes searched Naruto's face, looking for any sign of doubt, any flicker of regret. But all he found was a steely resolve, a determination that was as unyielding as the ropes that held him in place.

 

Shikamaru had really tried to dissuade Naruto, but the blond's mind was set long ago. Naruto had made a promise to himself that once he started, he’d see this to the end. Everyone knew Naruto never went back on his word, for that was his nindo. So, when Shikamaru asked for the final time if he still wanted to be castrated, there wasn’t any fear or hesitation. “Do you still want to be castrated?”

 

Naruto gave a single strong nod of his head. The muffled "yes" that followed was clear and unmistakable, resonating through the hushed room like the toll of a funeral bell. Each classmate felt the gravity of the moment, their collective breaths held as they awaited the culmination of this twisted ritual. It seemed Shino would be the one to provide Naruto his first and last orgasms as a man.

 

It seemed that Kiba had finally been vindicated in his thoughts as Shikamaru nodded to him, finally giving him the go ahead to perform the grisly deed of castrating their classmate. "It's about time," he still complained, his voice thick with impatience. "Any longer and I'd have bust a nut before the main event even started."

 

Kiba's eyes gleamed with a mix of anticipation and malice as he climbed onto the bed, his muscles flexing as he settled between Naruto's spread legs. His hand trembled slightly in excitement as he reached down to grasp the bound sack of flesh, the skin cold to the touch and taut with trapped blood.

 

Kiba took a moment to heft Naruto’s swollen scrotum in his hand, the weight of it surprising him. It was like a heavy bag of marbles, each one filled to the brim with the blond's potent seed. The thought of just how much cum was trapped within those orbs made him dizzy with excitement. This was the power of an Uzumaki, the life essence of a clan that had once been feared and revered. He gave an experimental squeeze, and the sensation made his own cock throb with anticipation. He couldn’t help for think about just how much precious Uzumaki seed was still trapped within those orbs, surely enough to revive his entire clan. 'Well, he definitely wouldn’t be needing them anymore,' Kiba thought with a twisted smile.

 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against the cold, damp skin of Naruto's thighs. "Don't worry, Dobe," he whispered, his voice a mix of sweetness and malice. "I haven't forgotten that you want me to take my time as I cut off your balls." With a sadistic smirk, Kiba flexed his hand, the grip on Naruto’s scrotum tightening even further. The blond's moan was music to his ears, a symphony of pain and pleasure that he had longed to hear. "I intend to make you feel every pleasurable, pain-filled second I can," he promised, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Everyone held their collective breaths, the room falling silent as Kiba laid the sharp edge of the kuni against the small bit of bare skin and meat between the two bands.

 

This was the exact moment Naruto had fantasized about for years, the culmination of his deepest, darkest desires made real before his very eyes. His heart pounded in his chest, the cold metal sent a shiver down his spine. The anticipation of the pain, the feeling of his life being irrevocably altered, and the knowledge that he was giving himself fully to his classmates was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The room around him felt like it was spinning, a whirlwind of desire and fear that made him dizzy with excitement. The sound of his own breathing was deafening, each inhale a silent prayer for strength, each exhale a silent plea for mercy that he knew would never come.

 

Kiba's hand was steady as he took a deep breath and slowly slid the kuni, the weight of the blade pressing it into the soft, vulnerable skin of his scrotum. It was a strange sensation, like a whisper of a caress that promised something much, much more intense.

 

The room was silent except for the sound of metal on skin, the slightest resistance giving way to the sharp blade. A line of red grew quickly blossomed. The sight was mesmerizing, a stark contrast to the pallor of Naruto's skin and the stark whiteness of the sheets. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated power, a declaration of dominance that could not be denied.

 

Kiba watched with a mix of fascination and excitement as the first drops of blood began to fall from the blade, staining the pristine fabric below. The blade was so sharp that the initial incision barely registered to Naruto, a mere whisper of pain that was almost lost amidst the cacophony of sensations coursing through his body. The second cut, however, was a different story.

 

The sensation was akin to a sharp sting, a sudden jolt of pain that seemed to resonate just under the head of his cock, a sensation that was at once familiar and alien. It was a feeling he'd experienced in the throes of intense training, but never with the weight of such a significant act behind it.

 

Naruto gritted his teeth, biting back a scream as Kiba's strong fingers tightened their grip on his testicles. The room spun around him, his breathing growing ragged and shallow, his chest heaving with each gulp of air he took.

 

Kiba's eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as he felt the knife's blade parting the flesh with the precision of a master artist. His strokes were deliberate, the pressure building with each movement. The anticipation was a living creature in the room, a beast that grew hungrier with each drop of blood that fell from the blade.

 

He continued to apply pressure, the blade of the kuni slicing through the tender skin of his scrotum with a precision that was almost surgical. Each pass was a deliberate, calculated movement that sent a fresh wave of pain crashing over Naruto's body.

 

The sensation grew from a whisper to a scream, the pain searing and unyielding, a stark contrast to the cold steel that was the only thing keeping him grounded. His screams grew louder, muffled by the thick penis gag that filled his mouth. The sound was a raw, primal wail that seemed to echo off the walls of the room, a testament to the intensity of his agony.

 

His wrists strained violently against the ropes, the veins bulging and pulsing with the desperation of a crazed man who knew his fate was being sealed. Each tug and pull was a silent scream, a futile attempt to escape the inevitable. The ropes bit into his skin, leaving behind angry red welts that stung with every movement, but they held firm, unyielding to his frantic struggles.

 

The pain grew more intense, a crescendo that seemed to have no end. The blade felt like it was burning through him, a fiery serpent that writhed in his most vulnerable spot, bringing forth a symphony of agony that resonated through his entire being.

 

By the sage, this was exactly how Naruto had fantasized his castration would feel like. The unyielding, bordering on unbearable pain was absolutely exquisite. Each stroke of the blade sent a jolt through his body that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back into his head. No matter how much he thrashed around, how much he screamed and begged, it wouldn't stop. Yet, amidst the chaos of pain, there was something... more.

 

Amidst the chaos, there was a strange sense of serenity that washed over Naruto's mind. His body thrashed and screamed, a symphony of agony that seemed to fill the room, but his consciousness hovered above it all. He could feel the pain, each stroke of the blade a white-hot bolt of lightning that seared through his very soul. Yet, there was something more. A sense of detachment grew, as if his mind was untethering itself from the meat and bone that bound him to this mortal plane.

 

He felt his body betray him as his cock thickened and hardened, a treacherous twitch of biological instinct amidst the horror of his castration. He could feel the sweat beads on his forehead, the way the cool air brushed against his exposed flesh, and the smell of his blood was like a sweet perfume to his heightened senses. He even began to feel the individual fibers of the ropes binding his wrists and ankles.

 

The pain grew in intensity with each pass of the blade, a crescendo that seemed to crescendo forever, and yet, amidst it all, there was something... beautiful. It was as if the very essence of his soul was being laid bare, stripped away from the shackles of his mortal form. Each stroke was a symphony, a crescendo of agony that seemed to have no end, yet within it, there was a rhythm that spoke to the very core of his being. It was his destiny, the culmination of his darkest desires made real.

 

All the while, as Kiba's knife sliced through his tender flesh, Naruto's body rebelled against the pain, his hips bucking wildly against his will. The ropes bit into his skin, leaving behind angry red welts that served as a grim reminder of his bound state. His cock stood tall and rigid, a silent sentinel to the horror unfolding before him. Each time he felt the blade's cold kiss, his body jerked in involuntary spasms, his buttocks clenching as if trying to retreat from the onslaught.

 

“Hold still,” Kiba ordered, his voice a dark rumble that seemed to resonate within the very core of the room. His eyes never left the trembling form of his victim, the blade in his hand glinting in the dim light as he leaned in closer. The power of his words was palpable, and as if in answer, the seal on the dog nin's wrist began to pulse with a deep, crimson light. The effect was immediate and absolute; Naruto's body froze in mid-thrash, his hips no longer bucking against the unyielding restraint of the ropes.

 

Realizing that he'd actually used the Uzumaki Slave Seal, Kiba quickly corrected himself. "Sorry. Keep fighting all you want up there, just don't move your hips," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that seemed to echo in the taut silence of the room.

 

Naruto did exactly that, his powerful shoulders flexing and straining against the unforgiving embrace of the ropes. The cords dug into his flesh, leaving a trail of angry red lines as his muscles bulged and danced with the effort to move, to escape the inexorable fate that awaited him. Yet, his hips remained perfectly still, a silent testament to the iron will that lay behind the veil of pain. His cock stood tall and proud, a stark reminder of his masculinity that was about to be irrevocably taken from him. Despite the horror, it remained thick and hard, pulsing with a life of its own that seemed to mock the grim proceedings as the knife continues sinking, cutting deeper and deeper into his ball sack with cruel indifference.

 

How much time exactly had passed since Kiba began the grisly task of cutting into Naruto's scrotum was a mystery to all but the most observant of the gathered boys, likely Shikamaru and Sasuke, who had been keeping a silent tally in their heads. Yet, even for them, the exactitude was lost amidst the haze of lust and anticipation that clouded the room. The moment had stretched and warped, a single drop of blood feeling like an eternity in the sticky, heavy air. But, as with any climax, the crescendo of pain had to reach its peak and then begin to ebb away.

 

It started when the pain grew so intense that it became a white-hot nothingness, the sensation of the blade cutting through core of his manhood. The underlying nerves, once a tapestry of sensation, were now a silent scream of agony, the fibers that had once sent messages of pleasure and pain now a lifeline to a part of him that was dying.

 

Suddenly the last of those connective tissues and more specifically the underlying nerves were severed as he lost feeling in his balls. The pain had been so intense, so all-consuming, that when it finally dissipated, it was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his body. The sudden absence of sensation was almost as jarring as the agony that had come before it. Eventually all he could feel was the pressure of Kiba’s hand still holding his scrotum and squeezing his sack. But even that faded as with one final and definitive slide of the blade, his entire sack fully separated from where it had lived for the previous 18 years of Naruto's life.

 

He'd done it! He'd finally been castrated! The words echoed in his mind, a silent chant of victory and defeat, of pain and pleasure, of the culmination of his darkest, most secret desires. The blade had done its work, and now, he was a eunuch, a creature of pure, unadulterated desire, a plaything for the stronger, more powerful males around him. The exhaustion was absolute, a bone-deep weariness that seemed to weigh him down, yet even in his weakened state, Naruto couldn’t help but feel a strange, twisted sense of exhilaration.

 

"The bitch actually orgasmed from being castrated," Kiba exclaimed with a laugh, his voice a jarring intrusion into the heavy silence that had descended upon the room. His eyes were bright with excitement, his chest heaving with exertion as he held up the purple mass of flesh that was once a part of Naruto's body.

 

A puddle of Naruto's seed had spilled over his flat toned stomach, a testament to the power of his climax despite the pain he had endured. The sticky, warm liquid was a stark contrast to the cold, lifeless flesh that Kiba now held in his hand. The sight of it, so potent and vibrant, made his heart race with a strange mix of envy and triumph. Mischievously, Kiba decided to add a personal touch to the macabre display, plopping the severed sack right in the middle of the white mess. The act was both a declaration of victory and a humorous jab at their fallen classmate's expense.

 

This was a moment that would be etched into his memory forever, a dark badge of honor that he had bestowed upon himself.