Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Stupidity Unleashed ❯ Stupidity Unleashed ( Chapter 1 )

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

The neon lights of the bar flickered as the door swung open, the cool evening air briefly piercing the warm, liquor-soaked haze inside. Kiba stumbled out, a trail of laughter and raucous music following him like a shadow. His arm was slung around his best friend, Naruto, whose face was flushed with alcohol and mirth. They had spent the night celebrating Naruto finally reaching the rank of Jonin, something that despite all strength and accomplishments seemed all but unreachable. Now that it had finally come to pass, the two just might have gone a little overboard...

 

"Kiba, I can't feel my legs," slurred Naruto, his words slightly muffled as he buried his face in Kiba's shoulder.

 

 He’d convinced Kurama to withhold his chakra so he could actually get drunk for once. The nine-tailed bijuu was blissfully sleeping away the next few days and short of him entering the seal for an emergency wasn’t going to hear from his partner.

 

"Don't worry, 'Ruto," Kiba chuckled, "I gotcha."

 

They weaved their way down the deserted street, the cobblestones uneven under their feet. The clinic's sign, a silhouette of a dog and a cat in a heart, loomed above them, casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. On a whim, Kiba fished out the keys from his pocket and jingled them in front of Naruto's bleary eyes.

 

"Let's crash there for the night," he suggested, grinning. "It's not like she's gonna mind."

 

Naruto nodded, his blond hair bobbing in agreement. The idea of a quiet, familiar place to sleep off their drunkenness was far more appealing than stumbling back to their own homes. They staggered through the unlocked front door, the smell of antiseptic and animal fur immediately assaulting their nostrils.

 

"W-where's the couch?" Naruto asked, his voice echoing through the empty reception area.

 

"This way," Kiba guided him, leading them down a hallway lined with exam rooms and the occasional cage holding a sleeping animal. "But first, gotta show you somethin'."

 

He pushed open a door to reveal a room filled with various medical instruments and supplies. A metal table with a white cover stood in the center, surrounded by cabinets and shelves. Kiba's eyes lit up when he spotted the elastration bander on the counter.

 

"Look at this!" He picked up the small device, his voice filled with the excitement of a child finding a new toy. "It's what sis uses to castrate animals."

 

Naruto squinted at the object, his curiosity piqued. "What's it do?"

 

"It puts a tight band around their balls, cuts off the blood flow, and voilà! No more baby-making parts." Kiba's grin grew mischievous. "Ever tried it?"

 

Naruto's eyes widened. "On me? No way!"

 

"Chicken?" Kiba teased, the challenge in his tone clear.

 

"Only if you do it to yourself first," Naruto retorted, the alcohol giving him a temporary burst of bravado.

 

Without missing a beat, Kiba unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. He grabbed the bander and loaded a ring onto it. "You're on," he murmured, a hint of excitement in his voice.

 

Naruto watched in astonishment as Kiba placed the band around his own scrotum, the skin turning a faint shade of purple as it tightened. A grimace of pain flashed across Kiba's face, but he held it together, biting his bottom lip and letting out a hiss of breath.

 

"Alright," he said, handing the tool over to Naruto with a wobbly smile, "now it's your turn."

 

Naruto took the bander with trembling hands, his mind racing with a mix of fear and curiosity. He had never felt so exposed and vulnerable before, but the dare was on the table. He mimicked Kiba's actions, feeling the cold metal against his own sensitive flesh. With a quick snap, he applied the band, the pain hitting him like a lightning bolt.

 

"Aaah, fuck!" he yelped, doubling over.

 

Kiba chuckled, his own discomfort forgotten for the moment. "Now, let's get those pants off and find that couch."

 

They managed to make it to the back room where the couch was, their banded balls bobbing awkwardly with every step. Kiba collapsed onto the couch, his face a picture of drunken satisfaction.

 

"Take it off," Naruto pleaded, his voice tight with pain.

 

"Nah, we're just getting started." Kiba's eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. Before Naruto could protest, Kiba leaned in and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. The unexpectedness of it all sent a shockwave through Naruto's body, and for a brief moment, the pain in his groin was forgotten.

 

Kiba's tongue explored the warm cavern of Naruto's mouth with a hunger that was surprisingly sobering. The blond's initial shock melted away, giving way to a heat that began to spread from his core. The taste of alcohol and the faint hint of mint from their drinks mingled as they kissed, their breaths growing more ragged by the second.

 

Naruto's hands found Kiba's shoulders, gripping them tightly as he kissed him back with a passion he hadn't realized he'd been hiding. Their kiss grew more heated, their tongues dancing together as if they'd been waiting for this moment their entire lives.

 

Breaking away, Kiba whispered, "We've got plenty of time, 'Ruto. And we're gonna make this night one to remember."

 

The air in the room thickened with tension and desire. Kiba reached for the hem of Naruto's shirt, tugging it over his head. His eyes devoured the other man's body, the muscles defined by years of training, the pale skin marred only by the dark band around his groin. He leaned back down, capturing a nipple between his teeth and biting gently.

 

Naruto's head fell back with a moan, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure straight to his cock. The pain from the bander had become a dull throb, the throbbing in his balls replaced by the throb of arousal. He arched into the sensation, his hands finding Kiba's hair and pulling him closer.

 

Kiba kissed his way down Naruto's chest, his hand tracing the path his mouth followed. When he reached the band, he gave it a gentle tug, watching the blond's reaction with a smirk.

 

"I think you're enjoying this more than you're letting on," he murmured against his skin.

 

Naruto's only response was a strangled groan as Kiba's mouth closed around his cock, the rubber of the band pressing against the sensitive flesh. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before—both agonizing and exquisite.

 

Kiba took his time, his tongue teasing and flicking at the tip before sliding down the length of his shaft. He knew exactly how to touch and suck to make Naruto squirm, the blond's moans growing louder with each passing second.

 

Kiba's hand stroked the base of Naruto's cock as he sucked, the rhythm of his mouth matching the throb of their banded balls. He could feel the tension building in the other man's body, his muscles tightening and his breaths growing more ragged. The room filled with the wet sounds of Kiba's ministrations, the only sound louder than the blood rushing in their ears.

 

Suddenly, Naruto's body stiffened, his back arching off the couch. Kiba took him deeper, his throat tightening around the head of his cock, as the blond's orgasm crashed over him. Cum shot into Kiba's mouth, the taste salty and bitter and oh-so-good. He swallowed greedily, eager to claim every drop of the blond's essence. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, the muscles in Kiba's cheeks and neck straining as he worked to keep up with the deluge.

 

Finally, it ended, and Kiba pulled back with a satisfied smack of his lips. He looked up at Naruto, who was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. The band around his own balls was now a deep, angry purple, but the sight of Naruto's face was worth it. He leaned in and kissed him gently, sharing the taste of their combined release.

 

Naruto's arms wrapped around Kiba's neck, pulling him closer, as if trying to meld their bodies together. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing with a newfound intimacy that washed away the last of their inhibitions.

 

"Your turn," Kiba murmured against his lips, his voice hoarse from his own desire.

 

They shifted positions, Kiba's legs spreading wide as he lay back on the couch. His cock stood tall and proud, the mushroom cap glistening with precum. Naruto's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his friend's uncut manhood, his own curiosity and excitement growing with each passing second. He could feel the weight of Kiba's gaze on him, urging him on.

 

Gently, his hand cupped the cold, heavy sac, feeling the tight band dig into the tender flesh. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of Kiba's cock, which seemed to pulse with need. He peeled back the foreskin, revealing the plump, shiny head beneath. A bead of precum welcomed him, and without thinking, his tongue darted out to taste it.

 

Kiba's hips bucked at the first contact, his breath hitching in his throat. Encouraged, Naruto took the head into his mouth, tentatively at first, then with more confidence. He savored the flavor, the salty sweetness of his best friend's arousal. His tongue danced around the tip, teasing the slit before he took more of Kiba's length into his mouth.

 

Their eyes met, and Kiba's pupils were blown wide with lust. His hand found the back of Naruto's head, guiding him into a rhythm that had them both groaning in pleasure. The pressure from the band grew more intense with each stroke, the blood trapped in his balls creating a constant, pulsing ache.

 

Naruto's cheeks hollowed as he bobbed up and down, his hand moving in tandem with his mouth. He could feel the tension building in Kiba's body, the muscles in his thighs tightening. The room grew warmer, their combined scents filling the air.

 

The pain from his own banded balls had become a distant memory, replaced by the throbbing need for release. He knew Kiba was close, his friend's grip on his hair growing more insistent. With a final, deep suck, he pulled back just enough to watch as Kiba's cock erupted in a fountain of hot cum, spurting over his face and chest.

 

The sight was overwhelming, and Naruto's own cock twitched in response, eager for more. He licked his lips, swiping the sticky mess from his cheek and smiling up at Kiba.

 

"Now, let's talk about that second round," Kiba whispered, his voice thick with need.

 

Naruto nodded, his body already anticipating the next phase of their drunken escapade. His legs felt wobbly as he climbed onto the exam table, the cold metal sending a shiver up his spine. Kiba's eyes gleamed with excitement as he grabbed the leather straps from the drawer, his movements surprisingly steady despite his intoxicated state.

 

With surprising gentleness, Kiba secured Naruto's arms and legs to the table, the soft padding providing a stark contrast to the restraints. The rubber elastration band around his balls sent a jolt of pain through him, but it was quickly overridden by the thrill of the situation.

 

"Now, hold still," Kiba instructed, his voice low and commanding.

 

Naruto felt the heat of his friend's breath against his inner thigh before Kiba bent his cock backwards, the new angle making him gasp. Then, without warning, Kiba's mouth was there, the wet heat enveloping him from behind. His tongue swirled around the head, sending waves of pleasure crashing through his body.

 

Kiba's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his cock, sending shivers down his spine. He knew he should protest, should be embarrassed, but the alcohol had dulled his inhibitions and the pain of the band was now a distant throb, overshadowed by the exquisite sensation of Kiba's mouth on him.

 

He moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as Kiba took him deeper, the straps holding him in place. The room spun around him, the only anchors being the painful pressure in his groin and the exquisite pleasure of Kiba's mouth and tongue.

 

Kiba's pace grew erratic, his breaths ragged and desperate. He could feel Naruto's cock swelling, his orgasm just on the horizon. But he didn't let him fall over that edge. Instead, he pulled back, the head of the cock slipping from his mouth with a wet pop.

 

"P-please," Naruto panted, his voice strained with need.

 

Kiba chuckled darkly, a glint in his eyes. "Not yet, 'Ruto. I want you to feel every inch of me, and you're not ready for that yet."

 

He stumbled over to the counter, his banded balls swinging awkwardly with each step. Rifling through the drawers with renewed determination, he finally found the small tube of medical grade petroleum jelly. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, the gel cool and slick between his digits.

 

Turning back to the table, he approached Naruto with a predatory grace that belied his intoxicated state. The blond's eyes widened slightly, his breath catching in his throat as he watched Kiba's hand glide over his stomach and down to his crotch. The coldness of the jelly made him shiver, his skin pebbling with goosebumps.

 

With surprising tenderness, Kiba began to circle the tight ring of muscle, his fingertips pressing gently before sliding one digit inside. The sensation was strange, a blend of pressure and relief that had Naruto's eyes rolling back in his head.

 

"A-ahh," he moaned, his body instinctively clenching around the intrusion.

 

"Relax," Kiba coaxed, his voice a low murmur. "It'll be easier if you just let me in."

 

Naruto took a deep breath and forced his muscles to loosen. He felt Kiba's finger move deeper, stretching him just enough to make him gasp. The pain from the band was still there, a constant reminder of their game, but it was fading into the background as the new sensation took over.

 

Another finger joined the first, scissoring and spreading him open. The burn was intense, but the slickness of the jelly helped ease the way. Kiba's movements grew bolder, his fingers curling and stroking the inner walls of his ass.

 

"Yeah, like that," Kiba murmured, his eyes never leaving Naruto's face. "You're so fucking tight."

 

Naruto could feel himself growing wetter, his body betraying his reluctance with every whimper of pleasure that escaped his lips. The anticipation was agonizing, his cock straining against the strap that held it in place.

 

When Kiba was satisfied with his preparation, he straightened up, his own cock jutting out like a weapon. The head was shiny with precum, a testament to his own arousal. He took a moment to admire the view before positioning himself at Naruto's entrance. The band around both of their balls had turned their sacks a deep, almost black color, but the thrill of what was about to happen was all he could focus on.

 

"Ready?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

 

Naruto nodded, his breaths shallow and quick. The anticipation was a living thing, coiling in his gut. He felt Kiba's hand on his thigh, gripping tightly as he positioned himself, the tip of his cock nudging against the tight ring of muscle that had been prepared so meticulously.

 

The first inch slid in, and Naruto's eyes squeezed shut, his body taut as a bowstring. The pain was sharp, but it was the kind of pain that promised something exquisite on the other side. His teeth dug into his lower lip, muffling the moan that wanted to tear free.

 

Kiba was careful, pushing in slow and steady, giving Naruto's body time to stretch and accommodate him. The head of his cock slipped in, the tightness almost too much to handle, but he was too far gone to stop now. His eyes rolled back in his head, and a hiss of breath escaped his lips.

 

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his hips rocking slightly to ease more of himself into the warm, welcoming heat.

 

Naruto's eyes squeezed shut tighter, his teeth sinking into his lower lip as he bore down on the pain. He could feel Kiba's cock stretching him open, filling him in a way he never thought possible. Each inch that sank in brought with it a new wave of discomfort, but it was quickly overtaken by a growing sense of fullness that had him squirming against his restraints.

 

"Okay?" Kiba's voice was strained, his breaths coming in pants.

 

Naruto nodded, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. The pain was intense, but it was a good pain, one that made him feel alive.

 

Kiba watched him closely, his eyes filled with a fiery desire that seemed to burn through the fog of alcohol. He pushed in further, feeling the tight heat of Naruto's body gripping his cock like a vise. When he was fully seated, he paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The pressure from the band was now a constant throb, the pain and pleasure becoming one.

 

For a moment, they remained still, their eyes locked, the only sound in the room the harsh breaths they took. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Kiba began to pull out, only to thrust back in with a moan that seemed to shake the very walls.

 

Naruto's eyes widened as he felt himself being filled again, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating. His body tightened around Kiba's cock, trying to keep him inside, but Kiba's movements were relentless. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, mixing with the pain until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

 

Their movements grew more erratic, their moans echoing off the cold, sterile walls of the exam room. The smell of sex and alcohol mingled with the antiseptic scent of the clinic, creating a heady aroma that only served to fuel their passion.

 

Kiba's chest pressed against Naruto's back, his breath hot and ragged against his neck. His hands reached down, interlocking their fingers, and Naruto felt a strange sense of vulnerability and strength all at once. The tightness in his ass began to give way to a delicious fullness, each stroke of Kiba's cock sending shockwaves through his body.

 

The angle of Kiba's thrusts shifted, and suddenly, it was as if he'd found the secret button to unlock a whole new level of pleasure. The head of his cock brushed against something deep inside, something that made Naruto's entire body spasm and his eyes fly open in shock. He'd heard of the prostate before, but nothing had prepared him for the intense sensation of it being touched so intimately.

 

"K-Kiba," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "What are you—what's happening?"

 

Kiba's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of his ear, his breath warm and erratic. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Naruto's spine. "You've always been mine."

 

Naruto's mind reeled at the words, the reality of the situation crashing over him like a wave. This was Kiba, his best friend, the person he'd shared countless laughs, fights, and secrets with over the years. And here they were, in the most intimate embrace imaginable, their bodies connected in a way that seemed to defy everything they had ever known about themselves.

 

"What the fuck, Kiba?" he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse with passion and confusion.

 

Kiba's response was to drive into him again, the force of his thrust making the exam table shudder beneath them. "Say it," he growled, his teeth digging into Naruto's shoulder. "Say you're mine."

 

Naruto's body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure and pain. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure from the band reaching a crescendo that threatened to overwhelm him. "I-I'm yours," he whispered, the words torn from his throat in a guttural moan.

 

Kiba's grip on his hips tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Say it," he demanded, his voice a mix of desire and dominance. "Say you're my bitch."

 

Naruto's eyes snapped open, the haze of pleasure clearing just enough for the words to register. The term was crude, a relic from their schoolyard days, but here, in this moment of raw intimacy, it held a dark allure. He could feel his body responding, his cock pulsing with each punishing thrust, his ass clenching around Kiba's cock. With a whimper, he whispered, "Y-yes, I'm your bitch."

 

The room seemed to spin as Kiba's pace increased, his hips slapping against Naruto's ass cheeks with a rhythmic, almost brutal force. The sound echoed through the otherwise silent clinic, a stark reminder of their transgressive behavior. Yet, the pain and the degradation only served to heighten the pleasure, the line between agony and ecstasy blurring into oblivion.

 

"This ass," Kiba growled, his teeth clenched with effort, "belongs to me now, doesn't it?"

 

Naruto could only nod, his eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt Kiba's cock claim him over and over again. Each thrust seemed to drive home the reality of those words, the ownership Kiba now had over a part of him he'd never shared with anyone before. It was wrong, it was dirty, but it felt so incredibly right.

 

Kiba's hand reached up, fisting in Naruto's hair as he pulled his head back, exposing the arch of his neck. "Say it," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Say it like you mean it."

 

"This ass," Naruto managed to choke out, "belongs to you. You can fuck it any time you want."

 

Kiba's eyes blazed with triumph, his movements becoming even more fervent. "That's what I thought," he murmured against Naruto's ear. "Mine to use, mine to breed."

 

With a violent yank, Kiba forced Naruto's head to turn, their eyes locking for a brief, intense moment before their lips crushed together. The kiss was demanding, claiming, and it sent a bolt of pure lust through Naruto's body. The taste of his own cum still lingered on Kiba's tongue, mixing with the salty tang of their sweat and the faint metallic taste of blood from their bitten lips. It was an intoxicating cocktail that made his head spin.

 

"Then I'm going to breed and knot you just like you deserve," Kiba murmured against his mouth, his voice thick with desire and something else—possession.

 

With a surge of power, he brought his hands together and performed the ancient Inuzuka Knotting Jutsu. The room was filled with the sudden, almost palpable energy of the chakra as the base of Kiba's cock began to expand, morphing into something more animalistic than human.

 

The transformation was immediate, and as Kiba's cock swelled into a knot, it lodged itself firmly inside of Naruto's tight, stretched hole. The blond's eyes went wide with shock, his body jerking against the restraints as he felt the new sensation fill him completely. The pain was intense, a white-hot brand that seared through the haze of alcohol and desire.

 

Kiba's hips stuttered as he felt his orgasm begin, his hot seed spurting into Naruto in thick, heavy ropes. The sensation of filling his best friend, claiming him in such a primal way, was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His teeth sank into the tender flesh of Naruto's neck, a low growl building in his chest as his body took over.

 

Naruto's own orgasm was triggered by the sudden influx of warmth inside him, his cock spurting cum against the cold metal of the exam table. His body bucked and writhed beneath Kiba's, the leather straps biting into his skin as he tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure that washed over him.

 

The knot was a living thing, pulsing with the beat of Kiba's heart, sending waves of sensation through every inch of Naruto's body. The pressure was intense, his ass feeling stretched to the breaking point, but the pleasure was so intense it was almost too much to handle.

 

Kiba's hips stuttered to a stop, his breathing ragged as he emptied himself of everything he had into Naruto. His eyes rolled back in his head, the exertion and alcohol finally taking their toll. With a final, guttural groan, he passed out and collapsed onto his friend's back, his spent cock still locked deep inside.

 

Kiba's body went slack, his breathing heavy and ragged against Naruto's neck. He felt the weight of his best friend collapse on top of him, the warmth of his seed filling him up. The weight of his body was like a blanket, both comforting and suffocating, his breath hot against the back of his neck.

 

The pain from the knot was intense, a constant throb that sent jolts of pleasure through him with each pulse. The room swam around him, the edges of his vision going dark as the world narrowed to the feel of Kiba's knot inside him and the warmth of their bodies pressed together. It was a strange mix of pain and pleasure, a symphony of sensation that played havoc with his senses.

 

Restrained and pinned beneath Kiba, Naruto felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. His muscles, already strained from the night's activities, were quivering with the effort of holding on. Each breath was a struggle, his chest rising and falling in time with Kiba's heavy panting. The weight of his best friend on top of him was both comforting and suffocating, a stark reminder of what they'd just shared.

 

The knot inside him was a constant presence, pulsing with the aftershocks of Kiba's orgasm, the heat of it branding him from the inside out. His body felt stretched to the limits, the pain a living, breathing entity that coiled around him like a python. Yet, amidst the agony, there was a strange sense of satisfaction that grew with each beat of his heart.

 

The leather straps that held his wrists and ankles in place bit into his skin, but he could feel his muscles slowly relaxing, succumbing to the inevitable pull of fatigue. His body, which had been so alive with sensation just moments ago, was now a heavy weight, each breath a chore.

 

As the seconds ticked by, the pain from the knot grew more intense, the pressure unrelenting. The room spun around him, the cold metal of the exam table a stark contrast to the heat of their entwined bodies. He could feel himself slipping away, the edges of his consciousness blurring like a poorly drawn manga panel.

 

Naruto's body, already pushed to the brink, began to give in to the siren's call of exhaustion. His muscles, which had been clenched tight around Kiba's thick cock, started to loosen, no longer able to fight the inevitable. The knot remained lodged inside him, a stubborn reminder of their impulsive act of passion.

 

With a final, desperate whimper, he succumbed to the darkness that had been creeping in from the edges of his vision. His body went slack beneath Kiba's, the leather straps the only things keeping him from collapsing completely. The world around him faded away, leaving only the throb of his heart and the persistent ache in his ass.

 

As they lay there, asleep and unmoving, the rubber rings around their balls continued to do their deadly job, cutting off the blood flow to their testicles and slowly killing them just as they were designed to do.

 

~*~

 

It was early the next morning; the silence of the room was broken only by the distant chirping of birds and the occasional snore from Kiba. The early morning sun began to peek through the blinds, casting a soft glow over the scene of their debauchery. The metal trays and medical instruments gleamed coldly in the light, a stark contrast to the sticky warmth of their intertwined bodies.

 

The smell of sweat and sex grew stronger as the night's chill was chased away by the creeping warmth of the dawn. Hana Inuzuka, Kiba's sister, had been looking forward to a quiet start to her day. But as she unlocked the door to her veterinary practice, the scent hit her like a slap in the face. She paused, her keys jingling in her hand, as she frowned at the unexpected aroma.

 

Pushing the door open, she stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the scent growing more potent with each step she took towards the exam room. Her nose twitched, a mix of curiosity and disgust waging war on her features. The clinic was her sanctuary, a place of healing and science, not the backdrop for some sordid rendezvous.

 

Her boots echoed angrily on the linoleum floor as she stomped down the hallway, her eyes narrowed in determination. She knew that Kiba had been out partying the night before; she'd warned him to keep his mess at home. But the scent was undeniable, and her stomach churned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Who had he brought here? And why?

 

However, the moment she entered the exam room, she froze, her words dying on her lips as she took in the scene. The sight that greeted her was something she never could have anticipated. Her brother lay sprawled on the table, his body draped over her best friend, who was still bound by leather straps and connected in the most intimate of ways. The room was a mess, lube and medical supplies scattered haphazardly across the counter, and the metal exam table was marred with fingerprints and smudges of dried cum.

 

But what had stopped her in absolute shock was the two blackened ball sacks hanging from each male. The elastration bands, a tool she had used countless times in her practice, were tight around their swollen balls, the color a stark warning of the damage that had been done. Her medical mind kicked into gear, the implications of their condition hitting her like a ton of bricks.

 

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Kiba," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief. She'd seen her fair share of drunken shenanigans, but this was on a whole new level. She stepped closer, her eyes scanning the scene with a critical gaze. The leather restraints around Naruto's wrists and ankles were biting into his skin, leaving dark bruises that would surely be tender to the touch.

 

Her medical instincts took over as she quickly assessed the situation. The elastration bands were a serious concern. If left on too long, they could cause irreversible damage to their testicles. Her mind raced with the potential consequences: infection, necrosis, or even the loss of the ability to reproduce. "What the actual fuck were you thinking?" she murmured under her breath, though she knew there would be no answer.

 

With a resigned sigh, she turned to one of the Haimaru brothers who had been quietly watching from the door, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and curiosity. "Go," she barked, jerking her head towards the door. "Fetch Tsume. Now." The dog bolted from the room, the urgency of her command echoing in his footsteps as he sprinted to find the clan head.

 

Hana knew that her mother, the stoic and pragmatic Tsume, would not take this lightly. The Inuzuka clan was known for their discipline and strict adherence to the village's laws, and this... this was something she had never anticipated. The idea of her mother walking in on them like this was mortifying, but she knew that she had no choice. The situation was too serious to ignore, and she needed help.

 

The silence grew heavier as she waited, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a scalpel. The only sounds were the harsh breaths she took, trying to keep her panic at bay, and the distant echo of the young Haimaru's footsteps as he raced through the clinic. She could feel the blood rushing in her ears, her heart thumping like a drum as she stared down at the two men.

 

Her gaze lingered on the elastration bands, the sight of them tight around their swollen testicles a grim reminder of the damage that had been done. They were both so stupid, so reckless. But anger was a luxury she couldn't afford right now; there was too much at stake.

 

Hana took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her eyes fell on the bottle of antiseptic and a pack of sterile gloves. She grabbed them both, snapping the gloves on with a sharp sound. She had to move quickly if she wanted to save them from any more harm. Gently, she touched the bands, feeling the lack of give. Her stomach twisted; the skin was cold and lifeless beneath her fingers.

 

The short wait for Tsume felt like an eternity, each second stretching out like a tightened elastic band ready to snap. With nothing else to do, she continued her silent examination, her mind racing with the potential complications of their condition. The elastration bands had done their job too well, leaving their testicles swollen and blackened. The lack of blood flow was evident, and she knew that even with immediate intervention it was too late, both of them had lost their manhood's permanently.

 

Heavy footsteps sounded down the hallway, the air suddenly growing colder. Hana didn't need to look up to know that Tsume had arrived. The very presence of the Inuzuka clan head was a force that could make the stoutest of hearts tremble. She could almost feel the weight of her mother's gaze as it swept over the scene, taking in every sordid detail.

 

Tsume's eyes fell on the two unconscious men, her gaze lingering on their entwined forms. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, her gaze dropped to their groins. The elastration bands stood out like a neon sign of their folly, the blood-starved genitals that hung like rotten fruit between their legs. There was no mistaking the look of horror and disgust that flickered across her mother's face. A quick glance at her daughter only to receive a negative head shake told her all she needed to know.

 

"Well, fuck," she murmured, her voice devoid of its usual bite. All the anger and authority she'd walked in with seemed to have dissipated in an instant, leaving only a tired, defeated woman in its wake. "What has my idiot son gone and done?"

 

The question was rhetorical as they both knew exactly what he'd done. Tsume walked around to the head of the table and gently carded her fingers through the blond tresses that lay splayed out on the cold, metal surface. She couldn't help but think of Kushina, the fiery woman who had been her best friend, her confidante, and the mother to the unconscious blond she now cradled. Memories of laughter and shared whispers of their youth filled her mind, a stark contrast to the grim reality before her.

 

With a sigh, she turned her gaze to the mess that was once a pristine exam table. Cum was splattered haphazardly, a stark white against the sterile steel, a testament to the passion that had consumed the two young men. Her eyes narrowed, not in anger but in determination. If there was even a chance to salvage something from this mess, she would do it.

 

"Hana," Tsume's voice was firm, her eyes unyielding as she spoke, "See if you can salvage any of Naruto's seed. We may still be able to preserve something of his legacy." Her daughter nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. The gravity of the situation weighing heavily in the air. "Then prep both of them for immediate surgery."

 

"But, mother, I'm a vet!" Hana protested, her voice shaking with a mix of fear and frustration. "I can't... I'm not equipped to handle something like this!"

 

Tsume's gaze was unyielding. "You can and you will," she repeated firmly. "This is not just about their health; it's about the honor of our clan. If word gets out about this, it could ruin them and us." Tume's gaze softened. "They deserve the right to privacy."

 

Hana swallowed hard, her heart racing. She'd never performed surgery on a human before, let alone under such delicate and sensitive circumstances. But she knew her mother was right; they couldn't let this get out. The implications for Kiba and Naruto's reputations, their futures as shinobi, were too great.

 

Marching orders give, Tsume quickly excused herself to go notify the Hokage.

 

Now alone Hana stepped closer, her eyes scanning the table with a practiced gaze. She'd seen worse in her line of work, but this was personal. This was her brother, and her best friend, and she had to separate her emotions from the task at hand. With a nod to herself, she reached for a swab and began to gently collect what she could, her movements precise and methodical.

 

Her mind went to autopilot, the same way it did when she had to perform a difficult surgery on a beloved animal. She had to be dispassionate about this, treat them as she would any other pet that was brought in. It was the only way she could keep her emotions from overwhelming her and making a mistake.

 

With trembling hands, she filled a syringe with the sedative, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. Time was of the essence, every second counting. She didn't want them to wake up in pain, didn't want them to remember this moment of weakness and regret. With a gentle touch, she injected the fluid into Kiba's neck, watching as his body went limp almost immediately. Then she did the same to Naruto, his pulse fluttering under her fingertips as he too succumbed to the drug.

 

Once they were both unconscious, she set to work, her movements swift and efficient. Deciding to take care of her idiot brother first, she lifts him off of Naruto and carries his limp body to the adjacent exam room. Her heart felt heavy with a mix of anger and fear; anger at his stupidity and fear for what this could mean for them all. She laid him down on the clean table, her eyes sweeping over his naked form with a critical gaze.

 

The first thing she noticed was the smug smirk that had yet to leave his face, even in sleep. It was the same smug smirk he had every time he talked about his "conquests." She thought of all the times she had to listen to his lewd stories, pretending to be unfazed when she was anything but. It was time to wipe that smirk off his face, permanently.

 

Walking over to the cabinets, she opened a drawer and removed an electric trimmer. The electric trimmer whirred to life in her hand, and she approached Kiba with a newfound resolve. She carefully shaved the area around Kiba's genitals, the hair falling away in clumps, revealing his cock, still half-erect from their earlier activities.

 

Her gaze fell to the bowl of water she'd filled, the bubbles shimmering in the early morning light. The smell of antiseptic filled the room as she brought it closer, her eyes never leaving his dead testicles. With a gentle hand, she began to clean the area, her touch firm but careful. The cold water stung, not that he felt it. As the soap washed away the grime, she couldn't help but think about the last time she'd seen him like this, a child in need of his sister's care.

 

Her mind drifted back to the days when Kiba was just a pup, full of life and mischief. The way he'd looked at her with those big, innocent eyes, asking for help with his bath, so proud of the little man he was becoming. Now, she looked at the man before her and couldn't help the sadness that welled up in her chest. He was still that same pup in so many ways, but the choices he'd made had changed him forever.

 

Shaking off her melancholic thoughts, Hana focused on the task at hand. She took a deep breath and reached for the bottle of iodine solution, the amber liquid glinting in the early morning light. Unscrewing the cap, she took a moment to steel herself before she began to paint the cold liquid over Kiba's groin. The sting was immediate, but he remained blissfully unconscious, oblivious to the pain she was about to inflict.

 

With the area clean, she draped the green surgical cloth over him, carefully tucking it around his thighs and waist. The only part of his anatomy that remained exposed was the area around his testicles, which she had to admit looked eerily similar to the scrotum of a dog in their current state. The purple-black color was a stark contrast to the rest of his body, and she was grateful for the small mercy of the fabric that allowed her to maintain a semblance of detachment and disassociation.

 

Dawning a fresh pair of gloves, she took a deep breath and centered herself for what she was about to do…

 

The coldness of the metal instruments she picked up sent a shiver down her spine, but she steeled herself. This was no time for squeamishness; she had to be strong for them. For her brother, his best friend, and for the clan. Hana took a deep, steadying breath before she began to work, her hands shaking slightly as she picked up the scalpel.

 

The blade gleamed in the light, a silent promise of pain and healing. With a firm grip on Kiba's left testicle, she pulled it away from his body, forcing it against the stretched skin of his scrotum. The flesh was taut and unyielding, a testament to the damage already done. She paused for a brief moment, her hand hovering above the swollen, discolored flesh.

 

With a deep, centering breath, Hana brought the scalpel down making the first incision, feeling the resistance of the tissue give way beneath the sharp edge. A bead of blood welled up, a crimson pearl that stood out starkly against the sickly black of the surrounding tissue. She felt a moment of nausea, but she pushed it aside.

 

Her hand was steady as she continued her work, her movements precise and practiced. The scalpel slid through the skin with a sickening ease, the flesh parting to reveal the damaged organ beneath. The smell of blood grew stronger as she made several more passes over the same area, deepening the cut.

 

The moment of truth came as she applied pressure to the swollen testicle, her thumb and forefinger pressing down on either side of the incision. With a grimace, she pushed, feeling the tautness of the skin give way as the orb slowly slid out of its former fleshly home.

 

Her scalpel moved with the precision of a sculptor, the blade flicking back and forth as she worked to free the trapped testicle from the tunica that surrounded it. The sight was both fascinating and horrifying, a dance of destruction and salvation. Each nick of the blade sent a fresh wave of pain through Kiba's body, but he remained blissfully unaware, lost in the abyss of unconsciousness.

 

As soon as the membrane was cleanly separated, she used a gauze pad, quickly rubbing it up and down to expose the ducts and veins that still connected the orb to its owner. The blood vessels looked like tiny, writhing serpents, fighting to maintain their hold on the dead flesh. Hana's heart raced as she carefully isolated them, her eyes never leaving the task at hand.

 

Grasping the hemostat with a firmness that belied her trembling hand, she stretched the testicle as far as the cords would allow. The tension was palpable, the room seeming to hold its breath as she readied herself for the next step. With a swift, decisive movement, she clamped the tool around the base of the cords, just next to where they emerged from the incision. The metal bit into the tissue, and she felt a moment of resistance before the cords gave way.

 

Her stomach churned, but she kept her eyes on the prize. Using surgical pliers, she made two strangle knots above the hemostat. The first knot was tight, the second tighter still, the self-dissolving sutures biting into the flesh as they cinched down. It was a delicate balancing act, applying enough pressure to cut off potential blood flow without causing further damage to the surrounding tissue.

 

Her heart pounded in her chest as she grasped the testicle in her hand, her gloves slick with blood and sweat. The scalpel hovered, poised to deliver the final cut. A strange mix of emotions swirled within her – anger, pity, and a desperate need to fix this mess. With a decisive snip, she sliced through the remaining tissue with the grace of a skilled butcher, separating the testicle from Kiba's body.

 

Hana couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disgust as she held it in her hand, the weight of the damaged organ seemingly heavier than it should have been. She quickly set it aside on a sterile tray, the squelching sound it made as it hit the metal sending a shiver down her spine.

 

With a final snip, the second testicle lay alongside its twin, both a stark testament to the price of their folly. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of pity, her heart aching for the pain he would feel when they awoke. But then she remembered the smugness, the carelessness, and the potential scandal that could follow. No, this was for the best.

 

Her eyes fell to the elastration band, the culprit of their predicament. She took a moment to study it, the rubbery material a grim reminder of the power of desire and the consequences of poor judgment. With a grimace, she picked up a pair of scissors and carefully approached Kiba’s empty sack. The band was tighter than she had expected, but she knew she had to be cautious. Any slip could cause further damage.

 

Her movements were deliberate and precise, her hands steady despite the tremor in her stomach. She gently slid the scissors under the band, her eyes narrowed in concentration. With a swift snip, the band was cut away.

 

Relief flooded through her as she inspected the cords, noting the way the blood had pooled slightly but wasn’t gushing. The knots she’d made were tight, but not too tight, and she allowed herself a small nod of approval. The arteries looked healthy, a good sign that the blood flow to the rest of Kiba’s body wasn’t compromised.

 

Her gloved fingers moved with a gentle touch, trimming the excess skin of Kiba’s now empty scrotum. The scissors snipped with a rhythmic cadence, cutting away the dead flesh until she had just enough to close the wound. It was a delicate balance, one she’d never had to perform on a human, but her medical training took over. The fabric of his body was tough, but she had to be careful not to cut too short.

 

As she stitched the edges together with meticulous care, the needle piercing through the skin with a quiet hiss, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of finality. The man her brother had been was gone, and in his place was someone she didn’t quite know. Someone who’d made a choice that had irrevocably changed his future, and quite possibly her own.

 

The door to the exam room swung open without a whisper of warning, making Hana's hand slip. The needle slid off course, piercing the delicate flesh surrounding the incision. A drop of crimson bloomed on the pristine white fabric of the gauze pad she was holding, and she swore under her breath.

 

Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked up to see her mother, Tsume, standing in the doorway. The Hokage, Tsunade Senju, was right behind her, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and concern. Two of the most powerful women in the village had just walked in on the grisliest scene of Hana's life. She felt a rush of cold sweat break out on her forehead, but she didn't have time to dwell on the embarrassment.

 

Without a word, Tsunade strode over to the table, her gaze sweeping over the blood-soaked scene before her. Hana stepped back, allowing the medical ninja to perform her assessment. Tsunade's eyes narrowed as she placed her hands over Kiba's groin, her chakra swirling around her in a gentle dance of green light. The air grew heavy with the power of her healing jutsu, the very essence of life itself coalescing in her palms.

 

The moment her chakra made contact with the raw, exposed flesh, the air crackled with energy. The wound began to knit together before their eyes, the skin pulling tight as if drawn by invisible threads. The blood flow slowed to a stop, the edges of the incision sealing themselves shut with a quiet hiss. Hana watched in awe as the swollen tissue deflated, the purple-black hue fading to a more natural color as the blood flow returned to normal.

 

"Good work," Tsunade murmured, her voice a soothing balm to Hana's frazzled nerves. "Now, let's move to the next patient."

 

They moved to the adjacent room, where Naruto lay unconscious, his body sprawled out on another exam table. Tsunade couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety as she approached him. Despite his stoic exterior, he'd always had a gentle soul, and she couldn't imagine the turmoil he'd feel upon waking.

 

With a nod to Hana, she stepped aside, giving the younger woman the space she needed to focus on the task ahead. The air was thick with tension as Hana readied herself.

 

Hana knew what was to come, and her hands were steady as she went through the motions once again. The same beads of sweat trailed down her spine, the same metallic scent of blood filled her nose, but this time, her work was carefully monitored by her village’s leader.

 

With the same methodical precision, she began to wash and prep the area around Naruto's groin. She didn't dare let her gaze linger on the unconscious young man, fearing that she might see something in his face that would make her falter. Her heart was heavy, but she had to be professional. For Kiba, it had been personal, a mix of anger and love. For Naruto, it was simply a duty, a debt to be repaid for the sake of her clan.

 

Her hands paused for a brief moment as she reached for the bottle of anastatic. The potent numbing agent was a staple in their medical kits, used to ease the pain of animals before surgery.

 

This entire situation was Kiba’s fault, and while he wouldn't remember his own procedure as he was unconscious, his body felt every cut. Naruto having been restrained and therefore unable to protect himself deserved more.

 

Once the area was sufficiently numbed, she set to work. The scalpel in her hand was a cold, unfeeling instrument of fate, glinting in the harsh light of the exam room. With a steady hand, she made the first incision, her eyes never leaving the area she worked on.

 

The procedure mirrored the one she'd performed on Kiba, a grim echo of the same pain and loss. The damaged tissue dissected with precision, and the testicles were carefully extricated from their prison before being removed. Followed by the same cleanup and aftercare.

 

Once she was done, Tsunade gave her words of encouragement, telling her that she'd done good work. "You've proven yourself more than capable, Hana," the Hokage said, her voice firm yet gentle. "If there ever was an emergency, I'd be proud to have you by my side."

 

Hana couldn’t find the words to respond, her mind still racing with the events of the morning. She could feel the weight of what she’d done pressing down on her shoulders, a burden she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to fully set aside.

 

~*~

 

In the recovery room, Kiba groaned softly as he began to rouse from his drug-induced sleep. The world swam into focus, the harsh white light above him piercing his eyes like a thousand tiny needles. He tried to sit up, but a sudden jolt of pain from his groin sent him reeling back onto the table.

 

"Ah, you're awake," Tsume said, her voice dripping with a mix of amusement and disdain. "Congratulations are in order pup. After all, you managed to successfully remove yourself from the gene pool."

 

Kiba's eyes snapped open, the pain from his groin blossoming into full consciousness. He looked down to see the bandages covering his crotch and realized with horror what had happened. "What the...?" He tried to sit up, but the pain was too intense. "What have you done to me?"

 

Tsume's eyes flashed with anger, her voice sharp as a knife. "What have I done? You listen to me, Kiba Inuzuka. This wasn’t me. This was your doing. Your carelessness and lack of self-control got you into this mess," she snapped. "You and your little stunt with those elastration bands. You're the one who castrated yourself, not me. I'm just the one who had to clean up your mess."

 

Kiba's face went pale as the gravity of her words hit him like a sledgehammer. His mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the night before. Images of Naruto's face, twisted in a mix of pleasure and pain, the elastration bands tightening around his own testicles, and the strange, intense sensation that had overtaken him flooded his thoughts. His stomach lurched, and he had to fight the urge to vomit.

 

Tsume watched him, her expression a mask of anger and disappointment. "You've not only ruined your own future, Kiba," she said, her voice low and measured, "but you've also tarnished the lineage of the Yellow Flash and the Red-Hot Habanero. The legacy of the Fourth Hokage and his wife is now marred by your foolishness."

 

"Mother, what are you talking about?" He managed to croak out, his voice strained with pain and confusion.

 

Tsume sighed heavily, her eyes sad as she met his. "You know what I'm talking about, Kiba. You and your little experiment with those elastration bands. You didn't just cut off your own future; you also severed any hope of carrying on the Uzumaki line," she said, her voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

 

Kiba's thoughts raced as he finally understood the full extent of his actions. He looked over at Naruto's unconscious form on the other exam table, the guilt settling in his gut like a stone. "Naruto... I didn't mean to..." The words died on his lips, his eyes filling with tears as he took in the sight of his best friend, his body marred by his own hand. Turning to his mother he couldn't help but ask, "So... What happens now?"

 

Tsume’s expression remained unreadable, the silence in the room as thick as the tension. "Now, we deal with the consequences," she said finally, her voice tight as a bowstring. "You've not only damaged yourself, Kiba, but you've endangered the lineage of two powerful clans." Her eyes bore into him, the weight of her words a crushing blow.

 

Turning to Hana who had just walked in, she continued, "Hana, I know that Naruto is dating Hinata Hyuga, but if she rejects him because of this mishap, I'm expecting you to do your duty to the clan and marry him."

 

Hana's eyes widened, the reality of the situation slapping her in the face. Bowing to her clan head, she accepted her edict, though her mind was racing with questions and fears. "Yes, Tsume-sama," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

 

"Hopefully the seed you salvaged can be put to use resulting in several children being conceived." Tsume was keeping her fingers crossed that due to that Uzumaki vitality Naruto's seed was still viable. "Next take a blood sample and have it analyzed for testosterone levels. I want a treatment plan up and running within the day."

 

Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. Hana nodded, her eyes never leaving her mother’s. She knew what this meant for her and her clan’s future. "Of course, mother," she said, quickly moving to the task.

 

But Kiba's pain-laced whine echoed in the room, cutting through the tension like a knife. "What about me?" he asked, his voice a pitiful shadow of its usual confidence.

 

"What about you?" Tsume's question was sharp, her eyes flashing with anger. "You've made your bed, now you'll lie in it." She paused, allowing the gravity of her words to settle. "None of your seed saved, nor are you getting hormones to keep your dick hard. Your body will have to learn to live without them. You're not a pup anymore, Kiba. You're a eunuch. And if it comes down to it, I'm willing to offer you to Naruto as his body slave so I hope you enjoyed fucking his ass, because it was the last time you'll top anyone."

 

Kiba felt a coldness spread through him that had nothing to do with the surgery. The idea of being a "body slave" to anyone was unbearable, especially to someone he'd once considered an equal. "M-Mother, please..." he stuttered, but she held up a hand to silence him.

 

"This isn't a negotiation, Kiba," she said firmly, her Alpha tone leaving no room for argument. The authority in her voice was absolute, and he knew she would not be swayed. "You brought this upon yourself. You played with fire and got burned. Now you'll have to live with the consequences."

 

Kiba's eyes searched hers, desperation and regret mingling in their depths. He had never seen her look at him like this before, with such a cold, detached gaze. It was as if she was looking at a stranger, a dangerous creature that had to be controlled.

 

"Mother," he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of his new reality. "Please, I'll do anything."

 

Tsume's gaze remained unyielding. "You will indeed, Kiba," she said, her words cold as ice. "But not in the way you think. If he wants you to lick his dirty feet, you better lick his feet. If he wants you to drink his piss, then you'll drink it with a smile on your face. If he wants to whore your ass out to your former classmates to make a buck, you better spread those cheeks."

 

Kiba's stomach churned at the thought of such a fate, the reality of his new existence crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He had always been so proud of his heritage, his place in the Inuzuka clan as a powerful shinobi, and now it was all tainted. The very essence of what made him a man had been ripped away, leaving him a hollow shell, a mere echo of who he once was.

 

Tsume's words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around his neck with each painful breath he took. "If he marries that Hyuga girl, your punishment may be lessened," she continued, her tone a mix of hope and warning. "But if not, I've given your sister a few... suggestions on how to ensure you never forget your place again."

 

The thought of being forced to degrade himself and sexually serve his sister made him sick. Kiba felt the bile rise in his throat at the mere mention of such a fate, his stomach roiling with disgust. Yet, as he looked over at Hana, her eyes filled with a mix of pity and resignation, he couldn't bring himself to hate her. This was his own fault and she was being dragged alone with him.

 

Tsume's tone softened, "But I know Naruto and I think I know your former teammate pretty well. With time, they'll both forgive you, and you might end up liking serving them both." Her words were a gentle reminder that this wasn't the end of the world, just the end of his world as he knew it.

 

Kiba nodded, the tears slipping down his cheeks unbidden as he thought about what lay ahead. His manhood was gone, his future as an Inuzuka male in tatters. Yet, there was something strangely comforting in knowing he would still be a part of the pack, even if it was in a different capacity. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the trials to come.

 

"I understand," he managed to say, his voice a mere whisper of its former self. "I will do whatever it takes to atone for my actions."

 

The words hung in the air, a silent plea for forgiveness and a declaration of his newfound submission. Kiba's eyes searched his mother's, looking for any semblance of mercy, but all he found was a steely resolve that chilled him to the core. Yet, amidst the fear and pain, a spark of hope flickered within him. He couldn't bear the thought of being a mere servant to his sister, his own flesh and blood, but if there was a chance that Naruto and Hinata would show leniency, perhaps they could help him regain some semblance of his lost manhood. Wither that be through his own hormone treatments and maybe just maybe allowing him to be intimate with the couple he could only hope.

 

Tsume’s and Hana’s footsteps grew faint as she walked away, leaving Kiba to contemplate his new role. The weight of his actions crushed him like a boulder, but the thought of serving his best friend in such a way brought a strange comfort. He knew Naruto’s strength, his kindness, and his compassion. Perhaps he would understand the depth of Kiba's regret and give him a chance to make amends.

 

Kiba took a shaky breath and shifted his gaze to the unconscious form of his best friend. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of the first thing Naruto would feel upon waking would be the warm embrace of his mouth around his cock. It was a twisted form of redemption, a silent apology wrapped in the intimacy they'd shared the night before.

 

Kiba took a shaky breath and shifted his gaze to the unconscious form of his best friend. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of the first thing Naruto would feel upon waking would be the warm embrace of his mouth around his cock. It was a twisted form of redemption, a silent apology wrapped in the intimacy they'd shared the night before.

 

He leaned in, his eyes locking onto the soft, pulsing length of flesh. His mouth watered, not from hunger, but from the need to make amends. He took a moment to gather his resolve before he took the head into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness of the pre-cum that beaded at the tip.

 

As he began to suck, he felt a strange disconnect, his body no longer his own. His mind was a whirlwind of doubt and fear, his thoughts racing with the reality of his new role. Yet, the warmth of the flesh in his mouth, the softness of the skin, and the gentle twitch of Naruto's cock against his tongue brought him back to the present.

 

~*~

 

Naruto's eyes fluttered open, his gaze hazy with painkillers and confusion. His mind was foggy from the anesthesia, and it took him a moment to realize that it was Kiba's mouth around his cock. But something was off, something was wrong. The sensation was familiar yet alien. His body was reacting, his cock stiffening in the warm, wet embrace, but it wasn't the same. There was a lack of heaviness he'd always experienced when getting oral, a sense of lightness that he hadn’t felt before.

 

He looked down to see Kiba's eyes, filled with a mix of fear, regret, and determination. The sight of his friend's mouth, usually filled with sarcastic quips and boisterous laughter, now occupied with something so intimate and desperate, was jarring. His mind was trying to piece together the events of the night before, the fog of the anesthesia making it difficult to remember anything clearly.

 

"Kiba?" Naruto moaned out in confusion. The pupils of his eyes dilated, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

 

Kiba ignored the question, his mind focused solely on the task at hand. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the glans as he tried to coax a reaction from his best friend's cock. His hand pumped in rhythm with his mouth, the friction of his palm against the velvety skin sending waves of pleasure through Naruto's body.

 

Naruto's eyes snapped open, the sudden sensation of his orgasm building much too quickly catching him off guard. He tried to pull away, but Kiba's grip on his hips was too strong, holding him in place as the pleasure grew more intense. This wasn't like any other time they'd been together; there was a desperation in Kiba's touch, a need that bordered on obsession.

 

As his climax approached, he felt a strange emptiness in his groin, as if something vital was missing. His balls should have been drawn up tight, ready to release their hot, sticky cargo, but there was nothing. Just a cold, numb void where his testicles should have been. Panic began to set in, but the pleasure was too much to fight against as he climaxed.

 

The orgasm washed over him in a strange, muted wave, his body spasming with the force of it, but the expected sensation of his seed shooting through his cock was replaced by a sad, empty throb. His mind raced, trying to understand what had happened, what was wrong with him.

 

Kiba's eyes never left his, a silent apology shimmering in the depths of his gaze as he continued to suck, his movements becoming slower, more deliberate. The desperation in his eyes grew, his tongue swirling around the softening cock with a tenderness that spoke of his regret. The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of his ministrations, and the occasional muffled whine that escaped from his throat.

 

But what would Kiba feel sorry for? The question echoed in Naruto's mind, a puzzle he couldn't quite solve through the haze of confusion and the residual fog of the anesthesia. The memory of the prior evening coming back in fragments. The celebration at the bar, the drunken walk to the clinic, then the kiss.

 

He remembered the band, the pain that had morphed into a strange, almost exquisite pleasure as Kiba had taken him in his mouth. The way his friend's eyes had shone with something dark and hungry as he'd used the band to push him to the edge. The feeling of Kiba's cock, thick and demanding, filling him up, claiming him in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. And then the knot, the overwhelming sensation of being completely owned. Lastly Kiba passing out without untying him nor removing the band.

 

Panic surged through him, his eyes widening in horror as he quickly pushed Kiba away. But when he tried to reach down and cup his balls, his hand encountered only empty space.

 

They were gone!

 

A wave of nausea that made his stomach churn as he realized the source of his power, his masculinity, had been taken from him. His breath came in short gasps as he looked down at the raw skin below his cock where his balls had once hung.

 

"What...what have you done?" he croaked, his voice barely audible over the roar of his own pulse in his ears.

 

"I'm sorry," Kiba's cheeks were wet with tears, his eyes pleading for understanding as he met Naruto's horrified gaze. "I didn't mean for this to happen. It was never meant to go this far, a drunken mistake...." His voice trailed off as he choked on a sob, the weight of his actions crushing him.

 

Tsume's heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, interrupting the tense silence. The door to the exam room swung open, and she strode in, her eyes scanning the scene before her. Naruto's horrified face and Kiba still on his knees, his eyes red with tears.

 

Naruto felt the heat of embarrassment flood his cheeks as he realized his own nakedness, the cold air of the room a stark contrast to the warmth of Kiba's mouth. But as he tried to cover himself up Tsume spoke. “Don’t bother pup, I’ve already seen it all, along with the aftermath of my fool of a son’s idiotic choices.”

 

Naruto ignored her as he continued to cover what was left of his manhood, especially when Hana entered the room. The younger woman’s eyes avoided looking at either of them, her cheeks flushed with what could only be embarrassment. She held out several papers to her mother, who took them with a nod of acknowledgment. Quickly scanning the documents, Tsume approached and handed them to Naruto.

 

"What are these?" Naruto asked in confusion as he began reading over the papers, still mindful of his nakedness.

 

"The first set of documents are for a slave contract," Tsume said bluntly, "for you to take ownership of Kiba. He is now your body slave, to serve and obey your every command, sexual or otherwise." She let him digest the first bombshell for a few seconds before dropping the second. "The second set is for an optional marriage proposal with my daughter."

 

Naruto's shock grew tenfold as he read the words on the paper. "What the actual fuck?" He threw the papers aside, the pages fluttering to the floor like a slap in the face of the very concept of consent. "Why would you do this to Kiba?" He glared at Hana, searching her face for any hint of the plot against his friend.

 

Naruto's shock grew tenfold as he read the words on the paper. "What the actual fuck? Why the hell would I want to enslave Kiba?" He quickly glanced at Hana. “No offense,” he started before turning back to her mother. “I'm already in a relationship with Hinata Hyuga so why would I marry your daughter?"

 

Starting with the lesser of the two evils, Tsume explained the situation with the proposed marriage first. "The marriage contract is a safety net, Naruto," she said calmly. "It's not about your desires, but about the village's expectations and the preservation of our clan's honor. If your union with the Hyuga ends, or if you find yourself unable to maintain a relationship with anyone else, then Hana will marry you. It's the least the clan can do to make amends."

 

Hana's eyes met Naruto's briefly before looking away again. Her cheeks were a deeper shade of red than before, and she fidgeted with the hem of her lab coat. "I-it's okay, Naruto," she mumbled. "I understand and accept the needs of the clan."

 

'Ok,' Naruto thought. 'I'm not being forced to break up with Hinata and marry Hana. Like Tsume said, this is just a precaution, so I don't have to worry about it for now.'

 

Tsume's gaze remained unflinching, her expression unreadable. "You speak with passion, but you don't understand the gravity of his actions, Uzumaki," she said, her voice as sharp as the surgical knives she'd used to save them. "He's brought dishonor to our clan, endangered the Uzumaki and Namikaze lineages, and risked your health. This isn't a game. This is the reality of our world, and sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good."

 

Naruto swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew she was right, but the thought of Kiba being treated as property was too much to bear. "But..." he started again, searching for the right words.

 

Tsume's gaze was as cold as ice. "He's a grown man, capable of making his own choices," she replied, her voice unyielding. "And he made a terrible one. The council has spoken. The elders believe that his actions have brought enough dishonor to the Inuzuka name. This is to be his atonement, for the dishonor he's brought upon you and upon our clan."

 

Naruto felt his jaw clench, his fists tightening at his sides. "But what if I simply refuse? He's my best friend," he said, his voice strained. "What if I don't want him as a slave? Can't we just... move on from this?"

 

Tsume's gaze was unflinching. "You have no say in the matter, Uzumaki," she said, her voice like a whip crack. "If you refuse to claim him as your property, then he'll be sold to the nearest brothel, and the proceeds will be given to you as compensation for the damage done." She paused, watching the emotions play out across his face. "So, unless you're telling me that you wanted to be castrated, those are your only choices. He's a liability now, and one that the clan cannot afford."

 

Naruto's eyes darted down to the documents, his heart racing as he took in the Hokage's seal, stamped firmly in the corner. This couldn't be happening, but the legal, binding nature of the contract was undeniable. The realization of the magnitude of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. This wasn't just some drunken mistake they could laugh off over ramen and beers. This was a life-altering event that would have far-reaching consequences.

 

With a heavy sigh, he took the pen in his hand, feeling the weight of his decision. Kiba's fate rested in his hands, and there was no going back once he put ink to paper. His grip tightened around the pen as he thought of all the good times they'd shared, the battles they'd fought together, the friendship that had been tested by the fiercest of fires. He knew he couldn't leave Kiba to be sold off like some common whore. He had to save him.

 

Naruto brought the pen to the first document, the slave contract. What would Hinata think? This was a world where the clan’s needs often took precedence over personal feelings, but he knew deep down that she would understand the gravity of the situation. He paused for a moment, looking at Kiba's tear-stained face and his impending slavery. Hinata was the love of his life, yet in his drunkenness he’d already betrayed her. Could he even be a proper husband for her now that he’d been castrated?

 

Naruto's hand hovered over the dotted line for what felt like an eternity before finally descending. The pen scraped against the paper, leaving a dark, permanent mark that signaled his acceptance of the terms. With a final flourish, he signed both the slave contract and the marriage proposal. The room was silent, the air thick with the tension of a thousand unspoken words.

 

All of their futures were now irrevocably intertwined…

 

The End