(Naruto transforms into a fleshlight and used by Sasuke)
Naruto–
The training session had taken it out of both of us. Sasuke's backyard bore the evidence of our intense sparring, the ground disturbed and scattered with kicked-up dust, while beads of sweat clung to our skin in the relentless afternoon heat. I watched as Sasuke, hardly even winded, gave me a nod before announcing he was heading inside to shower. I grinned to myself, mischief bubbling up in my mind. Perfect.
Sasuke had this way of staying so calm and collected, no matter what. He always kept that cool, detached composure that practically begged me to break it with a prank. And today, I'd thought of the perfect one. I'd transform into a flashlight, wait for him to come back, and just as he reached for me, I'd change back into myself. Maybe I'd even give him a loud, obnoxious "Boo!" for good measure. The image of him jumping out of his skin made my grin widen. Today was going to be a win for me.
Quickly, I slipped inside and headed straight to Sasuke's room. It was meticulously clean as usual, everything in its place. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; only Sasuke would make his room look like it belonged in a catalogue. I chose a spot on the floor near the mirror, out of immediate sight but still perfectly positioned to pull off my prank. I took a deep breath, focusing on the details of my transformation. I pictured the flashlight's cool metallic finish, the compact shape, and the simple design. I called up my chakra, let it flow, and a familiar warmth washed over me as the transformation took hold.
But as soon as I landed, I knew something was wrong. I looked around—or tried to—and realised I was lying in front of Sasuke's mirror, perfectly aligned with my reflection.
I stared, trying to comprehend what I was seeing, but confusion quickly twisted into horror. I hadn't transformed into a flashlight. I was staring at the reflection of a fleshlight, small and cylindrical, with two wide, horrified eyes located on either side of a soft, round entrance that looked disturbingly… familiar.
The realisation hit me like a punch to the gut. "No, no, no!" I thought frantically, trying to undo the transformation, to summon my chakra and fix this colossal mistake. But there was nothing. I couldn't feel any chakra at all, like someone had hit the brakes on my own energy. Panic clawed at me as I tried again, focusing with everything I had, but my body remained unresponsive. I was stuck. Trapped.
The seconds ticked by in a tormenting silence, and then I heard the soft creak of the bathroom door opening.
The sound sent a jolt of terror through me, and my mind screamed in panic as Sasuke's footsteps began to approach, each one a deep, rhythmic thud. From my new position on the floor, every footstep sounded like an earthquake, sending faint tremors through my helpless form. I was lying completely exposed on the floor of his room, and with no way to call out, no way to move or hide, I was frozen as Sasuke's towering figure emerged, each step bringing him closer to where I lay.
He walked with a casual ease, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead in soft strands, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. The towel around his waist hung low, leaving his chest and abs fully exposed, glistening with moisture. He was already imposing from a normal height, but from down here, with no control, he looked like some kind of powerful, unattainable god. And I could only watch, helpless and trapped, as he moved closer to the mirror, his footsteps loud and measured, each one making my stomach drop further.
My heart pounded as Sasuke came to a stop just inches away, his towering form filling my entire view. I could feel his warmth radiating off him, every inch of his skin still damp from the shower. Slowly, he lifted his gaze to the mirror, running a hand through his wet hair and adjusting the towel around his waist. I was almost directly under him, his bare feet mere inches away, the subtle rise and fall of his chest dominating the space. I could see every bead of water rolling down his abs, tracing a path over his muscles, every movement amplified from my shrunken perspective.
I prayed silently that he wouldn't notice me. Maybe he'd just adjust his hair, look in the mirror, and leave. But as he shifted his weight, his foot nudged against me, sending me tumbling helplessly across the floor like a tossed coin. My vision spun as I rolled, my small form bouncing until I came to a halt, still helpless and immobilised. I was left staring up at him just as he looked down, his expression shifting to one of curiosity as he noticed me.
He crouched down, his eyes narrowing in faint amusement as he reached out, picking me up with a casual, almost lazy grip. His fingers wrapped around me, warm and firm, and I could feel everything—the ridges of his fingerprints, the slight pressure as he held me, the residual dampness from the shower still clinging to his skin. It was all so intense, so hyper-real in my transformed state, that I felt each sensation with a surreal clarity that made me shiver in helpless horror.
He lifted me up, bringing me closer to his face as he examined me with narrowed eyes. His thumb brushed along my side as he turned me in his grip, his gaze inspecting every detail with an expression that was half-curiosity, half-amusement. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but stare back, my horrified eyes fixed on his smirking mouth.
After a few seconds, his smirk widened, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes as he realised exactly what he was holding. My stomach dropped, a fresh wave of panic filling me as I understood that he had no intention of putting me down. Without breaking eye contact, Sasuke walked over to his bed, climbing onto it with a relaxed grace, still holding me firmly in his hand.
Settling back against the pillows, Sasuke angled me downward, positioning me until my gaze was level with his abdomen. With a slow, deliberate motion, he loosened his towel, letting it fall away to reveal himself fully, his intentions unmistakable.
I was trapped in his hand, helpless, staring forward with no way to turn or look away as Sasuke positioned me directly in front of him. My new vision was surreal, fixed in place, giving me no control over what I saw. Sasuke's length loomed closer, his skin still glistening from the shower, every detail magnified from this new, unsettling perspective. I could feel the warmth of him radiating, the heat intensifying as he angled me just right, lining me up with the tip of his cock.
He brought me closer, and then, without warning, he pressed himself inside, his length stretching the opening that had once been my mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, every inch of his skin pulsing with heat, his movements precise as he took his time, sliding in deeper with a deliberate slowness. I felt everything—the friction, the weight, the steady push of him filling me completely.
My eyes were locked on him, my vision dominated by the sight of his stomach and chest rising and falling as he began to pump himself with me, his grip tightening. I could see the lines of his abs tensing and relaxing, each muscle flexing with every thrust. His hips moved in a slow, methodical rhythm at first, pushing forward and pulling back with careful precision. His dark eyes flickered downward, watching me with a faint smirk, as if savouring the power he held over me.
With each thrust, my vision blurred slightly, the intense sensations clouding my mind, making everything around me feel distant and surreal. But I was acutely aware of his body, the way his stomach muscles tightened with every movement, the glisten of sweat beginning to form along his skin as he picked up the pace. His breathing grew heavier, the sound filling the room, blending with the slick, rhythmic noise of his cock moving in and out of me.
Sasuke's hand gripped me firmly, each pump forcing my vision to follow the movement, bouncing slightly as he quickened his pace. I had no choice but to watch, my eyes still fixed on his body, unable to escape the view of his abs tightening, his hips rocking forward with increasing force. The more he moved, the more intense the sensations became, each stroke pushing his heat deeper, filling every part of me in a way that was overwhelming, inescapable.
The sweat on his body glistened under the dim light, beads of it rolling down his chest, tracing paths over his muscles. His face remained impassive, focused, his lips parted slightly as he exhaled in quick, controlled breaths. His eyes half-closed as he lost himself in the rhythm, thrusting with an intensity that made my vision flicker with every push, the world tilting slightly as he held me in place.
With each thrust, the pressure inside me built, the friction of his movements relentless. His length throbbed with every pulse, each beat of his heart resonating through my new form. I was filled to the brim, stretched to accommodate his every movement, each motion more intense than the last. His hips jerked forward, harder, faster, his body driven by a raw need as he used me, lost in his own pleasure.
My vision blurred again as he tilted his head back, his jaw clenched, a low groan escaping his throat as he pushed closer to the edge. The intensity in his movements grew, his grip tightening as he pumped faster, his breathing ragged, chest heaving with each thrust. The view of his abs flexing with every motion, the beads of sweat dripping down to meet his hips, was all I could see, all I could focus on. His body was overpowering, a force that drowned out every thought in my mind.
And then, in one powerful, final thrust, he buried himself fully inside me, his entire body tensing as he reached his climax. The first hot pulse of his release hit me hard, flooding my insides with a rush of warmth. I could feel every thick, sticky drop, the taste of him filling the entrance of my mouth, coating every inch of me in an unrelenting wave. My vision was fixed forward, watching as his abs clenched with each pulse, his face momentarily relaxed, lost in the release.
More and more of his cum filled me, each burst hitting with a force that left me dazed, unable to do anything but take it. The heat, the thickness of his release, was overwhelming, pooling inside me until I felt like I'd overflow. Slowly, his movements calmed, his hand loosening as his breathing began to steady. The last few pulses were gentler, the flood of his release finally slowing until he was spent, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.
With a long, deep sigh, Sasuke pulled me off him slowly, his length sliding free, leaving me empty and still sticky with his release. The cool air hit me, a stark contrast to the warmth that had filled me moments before. My vision was still locked onto his form, watching as he looked down at me, a faint, satisfied smirk lingering on his lips.
And then, with a casual flick of his wrist, he dropped me. I tumbled through the air, landing with a soft, humiliating thud on the floor beside his bed. I rolled slightly, my vision tilting as I settled into place, discarded like an afterthought. Above me, Sasuke rolled over, settling into bed without a second glance, his breathing evening out as he prepared to sleep.
The night dragged on endlessly. After Sasuke dropped me to the floor, I landed beside the bed, facing the open space of the room with no way to turn, to move, or to close my eyes. I was forced to lie there, listening to Sasuke's steady breathing as he slept, his soft snores and shifting filling the silence that otherwise settled thickly over everything. I could just make out the faint moonlight streaming through the curtains, casting long shadows across the walls and floor, the only variation in the dark and endless wait.
I couldn't sleep, couldn't shut down or block out the sensations that still clung to me from earlier. The drying stickiness of Sasuke's release was ever-present, a constant, uncomfortable reminder of my humiliating transformation. The feeling was impossible to ignore; even in this new form, it was as though I could sense every part of it coating my insides. Despite my attempts to distract myself, my thoughts kept returning to the memory of his grip, the rhythm of his movements, and the way he'd discarded me without a second thought. The humiliation simmered inside me, but there was nothing I could do. No way to summon my chakra or even shift my vision. I was stuck in this awkward, helpless state, utterly powerless.
As the night wore on, boredom settled in like a heavy blanket. With nothing to do but wait, I found myself longing for even the slightest change, something—anything—to break the monotony. Hours passed this way, silent and still, until finally, a soft light began to filter through the window, signaling the break of dawn.
The sounds of Sasuke stirring reached me first. I heard him shift under the covers, his breathing becoming lighter as he woke. From my place on the floor, I could only listen as he stretched, the bed creaking slightly as he moved. Footsteps thudded softly on the floor as he got up, moving around the room while I remained out of his sight, tucked away in the shadows by the side of the bed. I couldn't see him—not his face or his morning routine—and the anticipation of being noticed grew within me, a strange, unsettling mix of dread and excitement.
For a moment, I thought he'd forgotten about me entirely, that he'd get dressed and head out to start his day, leaving me here indefinitely. But then, I heard his footsteps pause, and a shadow fell across me as he came to a stop by the side of the bed. His hand reached down, wrapping around me with that familiar, firm grip, and he lifted me up from the floor, holding me in front of him.
From my fixed perspective, I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the warmth of his palm, his fingers pressing lightly around my form. The sense of anticipation, of finally having something to break the endless stillness, flickered through me. As humiliating as the previous night had been, a part of me almost welcomed the idea of being used again, anything to shatter the monotony of waiting.
He moved back onto the bed, settling in with his back against the headboard, still holding me loosely in his hand. From my angle, I could finally see the familiar sight of his chest and abs, his skin still slightly warm from sleep. His grip shifted, angling me downward, and it was then that I saw his morning wood—already hard, pulsing slightly in the morning light as he settled me directly in front of it.
Without a moment's hesitation, Sasuke lined me up and pressed himself into me, filling me with the same slow, deliberate force as he had the night before. The heat of him spread through me instantly, every inch of his length stretching my transformed body as he slid deeper. I felt everything, from the warmth of his skin to the pulse of his arousal, each sensation heightened to an unbearable degree.
Sasuke's movements started slowly, his grip steady as he pumped me along his length, each stroke sliding me up and down with practiced ease. My fixed vision allowed me only to stare forward, directly at his abs, watching as they flexed and tightened with each motion. The rhythm was unhurried, almost lazy, as if he was savoring the feeling, his breathing still calm as he worked himself with me in a quiet, steady pace.
I could see the faint gleam of sweat beginning to form on his skin, the muscles of his stomach tensing with each thrust as he slowly picked up speed. His hand gripped me a little tighter, adjusting his angle as he moved faster, his breathing becoming more labored, low grunts slipping out as he focused solely on his own pleasure. I was nothing more than an object in his grasp, something for him to use, and as humiliating as it was, it was a welcome relief from the endless stillness of the night.
His thrusts grew harder, the friction building as his pace quickened, each movement rougher, more demanding. My vision blurred slightly as he pressed deeper, his body shifting with each powerful push, his thumb brushing over my surface with a possessive touch that sent an uncomfortable thrill through me. My view was filled with nothing but his body, the rise and fall of his chest, the faint sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the morning light.
Finally, I felt the familiar tension in his movements, his strokes growing erratic as he neared his peak. His breathing came in short, sharp exhales, his grip tightening as he thrust one last time, burying himself fully inside me. His body went rigid, his abs flexing as he released with a low groan, filling me completely. The warm rush of his release hit me in thick, pulsing waves, each one coating my insides until I was filled to the brim, the sticky warmth pooling and settling heavily within me.
He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his hand still holding me in place as he came down from his high. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he slowly pulled me off him, each inch leaving me with a lingering sense of emptiness as he withdrew. The cool air of the room hit me, a stark contrast to the warmth that had filled me moments before.
Without so much as a second glance, Sasuke dropped me over the edge of the bed, letting me fall unceremoniously to the floor. I landed with a soft thud, rolling slightly before coming to a stop, facing the empty room once again. I could hear him shifting, getting ready to leave, completely indifferent to the fact that I was left lying there, still sticky with his release, discarded and forgotten.
And as the silence returned, I was left alone once more, trapped in the aftermath, waiting once again in the unyielding stillness.