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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
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  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Naruto
  Character:
      Dosu_Kinuta, Kin_Tsuchi, Abumi_Zaku, Kagari_(Naruto), Oboro_(Naruto),
      Mubi_(Naruto)
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      Illusions, Character_Death, Rough_Oral_Sex, Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Anal
      Sex, Anal_Fingering, Canon_Universe, Just_Add_Ninjas, Underage_Sex,
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      Published: 2018-01-30 Words: 5724
****** Deep Tone ******
by MisterCottontail
Summary
     Deep in the forest, two ninja teams clash during a particularly
     eventful chuunin exam. One by one, a deadly trio of rain ninja
     overwhelm the novice sound genin, and they are looking for more than
     a simple victory.
Notes
     Originally published in 2008.
Naruto: Deep Tone
Esoteric Style
Dosu searched the forest of death. It was day five of the second Chunin exam.
His team had been without food or human contact since day one. Kin had gone
missing the day before, and Dosu was determined to find her. To say that he
loved her would not be an exaggeration. He was beginning to lose hope. It
seemed that no matter how far, or how quickly he ran, he made little progress.
He was sure that just over his shoulder, he could still see the smoke from
their campsite. As if to double-check this very theory, he stopped and turned
around. He was surprised to see a clearing directly behind him. He didn’t
remember passing over it. Dosu dropped to the ground. The clearing was cut
cleanly in half by a wide, slowly moving river. Kin stood in the shallows of
the far bank. She was nude, her pale pink skin glistening in the sun.
Kin turned to face Dosu, unashamed of her appearance. Dosu’s eyes followed her
shape. Her breasts were small but pert, protruding gently from the slight curve
of her ribs. He followed a line down her smooth stomach and nubile hips. Kin’s
crotch was hairless, and Dosu’s trained eyes made out the tiniest slit
outlining her pussy. She smiled at him, but blushed, turning her head to hide
the bright red flush on her cheeks. Kin gestured for him, spreading her legs
slightly where she stood, letting the cool water rush between her legs at mid-
thigh. Dosu was shocked, but happy to find her alive, especially in such a
state. As a hot pressure built in his groin, Dosu began to make his way across
the river. The water was colder than he had expected, near freezing, and it
soaked his clothes quickly. The icy liquid cooled his swelling cock, and with
the erection dying, he made faster progress. As Dosu reached the middle of the
river, he found it to be surprisingly deep. He quickly lost his footing, and
was forced to swim. The cold quickly sapped his strength, and he found his
limbs going numb.
Desperate, Dosu molded chakra, forcing his body’s heat and energy to his arms
and legs. With the last effort, he was able to finally reach the opposite bank.
He crawled onto the grassy bank, panting from exertion. Dosu stood, and wiped
the water from his eyes. The bank was empty. He was alone. Confused, Dosu
looked around. On the opposite bank, back where he had thought he came from,
stood Kin. She was still standing in the river, water up to her thighs, skin
glistening in the setting sun. Now, her eyes were closed, and she was chewing
on her lower lip. One hand was cupping her right breast, the other was lower,
two fingers sliding in the moist slit between her thighs. Dosu again felt a
thick heat in his cock, and it seemed more persistent this time. Dosu became
determined. He had obviously gotten turned around while recharging in the
river. His clothing had slowed him down, and sapped his energy. Dosu stripped
off most of his unnecessary clothing, leaving on only a loose pair of underwear
and body wrappings. He dropped his forehead protector on the grass and dove
into the river. Despite his raging erection, which was fighting it’s way free
of his remaining clothing, he moved quickly. Dosu charged forward, swimming at
full speed rather than walking. He kept his head up to keep Kin in sight. From
the closer distance, he could easily see her middle and index fingers
disappearing inside of her pubescent cunt.
Dosu’s speed began to fell as he reached the deepest part of the river. He
began to panic. He stopped swimming, instead resorting to treading water to
stay afloat. He looked back up at the shoreline; Kin was gone. He spun around,
but she wasn’t on the other bank either. Suddenly, Dosu felt cold hands running
up his thigh. The surface of the water was broken by a cloud of air bubbles.
The icy fingers closed around his cock, sending a shock through the hot organ.
Dosu felt his underwear being removed, as the feminine hands continued to
explore his lower body. He shivered with cold and pleasure as he felt powerful
thighs wrap around his waist, guiding his cock toward a certain warmth at their
center.
Dosu’s cock slid into Kin, her internal warmth covering his entire shaft. He
felt her thighs tense around him. Dosu reached down into the water, trying to
find her, to help support her so that she could breathe, but he was unable to
find her. His vision into the water was blocked by a near-constant stream of
air bubbles. Dosu felt sleepy. As Kin’s pussy pulled up and down on his shaft,
he felt his energy leaving him. He felt another cold hand, this one grasping
his foot.
“What? Kin?” There was no response. Another hand grabbed him, this one on his
upper thigh. The cloud of bubbles around him grew, and the water became less
and less clear. The third hand slid up his thigh, one finger, like an icicle,
prodding roughly into his asshole. He felt the smooth texture of teeth against
the sensitive skin of his cock. The realization struck him at once. This wasn’t
Kin, and he wasn’t inside of the fourteen-year-old’s pussy. Someone had their
mouth around his cock, and they were sucking the energy out of him. The third
finger worked it’s way further into his ass, gingerly poking at his prostate,
sending unwanted waves of pleasure through his body. The finger moved in a
circular motion, as if it were trying to widen his asshole. Dosu turned toward
the shore he had left, and was stopped dead from shock. Kin’s body lay on the
bank, her legs floating lifelessly in the river. Her body was bloody and
mangled. Dosu tried to swim, but the three sets of powerful arms around his
legs held him in place.
The water surface in front of him shifted. He felt the warm mouth leave his
cock as a young man rose from beneath the surface. The youth’s eyes were
completely covered by a thick white cloth. His mouth was pouty and inviting,
and he rolled a drop of precum from his inner lip onto his tongue. The youth
produced a metal respirator from the water, and placed it over his mouth. He
ran a finger through his black hair, revealing a glistening forehead protector
from the village of rain. To his left, the hand left his foot, and another
youth broke the surface. He was similar in appearance, but had one eye exposed.
He turned to the first man.
“Kagari,” The respirator made his voice raspy and robotic. “Have you completed
draining his chakra?” Kagari, the blind rain ninja, nodded.
“You underestimate me, Mubi.” Kagari grabbed Dosu’s cock, his fingers cold and
strong. “He should be most incapable of movement by now.” Dosu whined, the
finger inside of his rectum prodded his most sensitive nerves. Finally, it
receded, and a splash behind him indicated that the third ninja had appeared.
“Have you prepared him for me?” The third asked.
“Yes, Oboro-sama. Kagari has drained his energy completely.” Dosu tried to turn
his head, but a wave of pain shot down his neck. He was out of chakra. He was
completely immobile. Oboro chuckled to himself.
“Lucky.” Oboro placed his hands around Dosu’s waist and pulled the sound ninja
lower into the water. Dosu felt a pressure at the entrance of his ass, as well
as a subtle pulse. Oboro thrust quickly forward, sliding into Dosu’s stretched
ass with ease. Dosu screamed with the penetration. Oboro’s cock was thick and
long, and it felt hot inside of Dosu. The dominating rain ninja thrust with
determination, as if he had been nursing this erection for a lengthy time. Dosu
struggled pointlessly against him. “If you are unhappy,” Oboro taunted, “I can
point you toward your dead lover, and you can think of her while I take you.”
Oboro focused, channeling chakra into his cock. Dosu felt it swell inside his
anus. Kagari and Mubi fell beneath the water, and Dosu felt hands return to his
lower body. Their icy fingers sought out the place where Oboro’s and Dosu’s
hips met. Kagari’s hands rested on Dosu’s cock, stroking it with a tight grip.
Mubi’s fingers worked behind Dosu, fondling Oboro’s balls, and any exposed
shaft. The air escaping Mubi’s respirator bubbled up between Dosu and Oboro,
tickling and vibrating the shaft that penetrated him.
Dosu moaned, he was humiliated, but the throbbing cock pressed against his
prostate with unrelenting pressure. He felt his cock gliding between Kagari’s
expert fingers. Each time a frozen hand would rub over the head of his cock,
his ass would spasm in response. Oboro leaned in close to Dosu. The sound ninja
could just see the front of Oboro’s respirator in the corner of his eye.
“After I cum inside of you, I’m going to kill you, and there’s nothing you can
do about it.” Oboro’s thrusts were short and quick, focusing the maximum
pleasure on the head of Oboro’s cock. “I can’t wait to see your body bloating
in the sun.”
“Zaku is still at camp, he won’t let you get away with this.”
“There’s another one? Double lucky.” Oboro fucked Dosu; he kept the thrusts
shallow, so that Mubi could stroke the base of his cock. As his subordinate
gently squeezed his balls, he finally came. The hot cum filled Dosu’s ass. The
sound ninja felt every drop of it pouring into him. Oboro shoved his cock
deeply into the defiled hole, holding it within the crevice until his orgasm
ended.
Kagari and Mubi resurfaced at Dosu’s sides. Dosu felt a sharp, hard, coldness
against his throat.
“It’s time, sound ninja.” Oboro slid the kunai across Dosu’s neck, spilling his
blood into the river.
Zaku sat by the fire. He was nervous; Kin had been missing for days, and Dosu
had been gone for at least twenty hours. He found it hard to keep track of
time, because the moon hadn’t moved since he woke up. He had only a small fire
burning, hoping to avoid the attention of rival teams, especially since most of
his had gone missing. Zaku rummaged through his pack, looking for something to
snack on. It had been several hours since he had last eaten, and he figured
that keeping his energy up was a good idea, in case he was ambushed.
He kept his ears trained on the dense forest. It was so full of wildlife and
insects that it would be hard to notice the approach of an enemy. He heard the
rustle and click of one of the forest’s giant centipedes, it’s many segments
rubbing inelegantly through the foliage. It’s shell was hard as rock, hunting
it would be useless. The sound passed, and he was again alone in the clearing.
A few drops of water landed on his arm. He scanned the sky briefly for clouds,
expecting rain. It was clear.
Zaku leapt to his feet, kunai drawn and ready. He scanned the thick bushes and
trees, looking for any sign of movement. From behind him came the sound of
raspy, mechanized breathing. He spun in place to see a horrifying figure; it
was lanky, almost skeletal, and wearing a wet suit black as pitch. It’s eyes
were hidden behind a thick cotton bandage, but dark reddish-brown stains
indicated where they once were. The figure’s skin was mottled and pale, it’s
remaining hair hanging wet and limp from it’s scalp. The figure stumbled toward
him in an awkward gait, it’s boots making moist sucking noises as they escaped
the muddy ground. The figure pulled two kunai from it’s side pouch, and held
them loosely in one hand. Without speaking a warning, Zaku hurled his kunai at
the creature’s heart, and the shot was true. The kunai stuck cleanly in the
figure’s chest, but it did not pause. As the creature continued to move toward
him, he saw more movement in the forest. Several similar creatures were
stepping out of the shadows. Eight of them, then a dozen. Soon there were at
least thirty creatures standing around him. Each was deathly in appearance,
with harsh mechanic breathing, and soaked to the bone. Zaku noticed small
differences. Some of the creatures had one eye exposed, some had two. All of
them wore matching metal respirators, clogged with rust and seaweed. The
figures approached him slowly, with confident, but off rhythm steps.
Zaku centered himself. He tried to control his fear, this was clearly an enemy
attack. He opened his palms, revealing the ports to the air tube system
installed in his body. He focused his chakra and attacked.
“Zankuukyokuha!” He screamed, bracing himself as air and sound blasted from his
palms. The funnel-like eruptions cut cleanly through the largest group of
invaders, severing limbs and sheering bodies into pieces. He swept the attack
through the circle, slaughtering all the ninja he could see. He ended the
attack as the last one fell, panting with a smirk on his face. He moved toward
the closest body in an attempt to identify them.
A black fluid, thick as tar, was bubbling from the cut portions of the dead
ninja. Zaku’s eyes widened. “What…what the fuck is this?” The tar bubbled out
into an arm like shape, slowly reconstituting until the removed limb was solid
again. Zaku stepped back. The creature rose, pulling a pair of kunai from it’s
pouch. “Genjutsu?” The creature flung the pair of knives, both landing in
Zaku’s side. He screamed, more in shock than in pain, and fell to the ground.
The wound was shallow, but it was real. This was no illusion.
Oboro, Kagari, and Mubi perched lightly on a tree branch overlooking the
clearing. Mubi was brooding, Oboro had chastised him earlier. A few drops of
river water from Mubi’s clothes had fallen onto Zaku, and the mistake had
forced them to launch their illusionary attack earlier than expected.
“Kagari, now.” Oboro whispered. Kagari flung his kunai immediately, the team
operated like a well-timed machine. Kagari’s kunai met the illusionary one with
perfect timing, slicing through Zaku’s flesh just as the false one finished
it’s attack. Oboro rubbed his crotch, the smell of Zaku’s blood was exciting
him. This would have to end quickly, or Oboro would be forced to pleasure
himself with Kagari and Mubi again. He was not looking forward to that
prospect. “Mubi, you attack as well. On my mark.”
Hours passed. The moon still did not move in the sky. Zaku panted heavily. He
was backed against a large tree, forced to use his technique as a final defense
against the unrelenting attack of the creatures. Any move he made against them
was useless, only buying him a few minutes of peace while they reformed. He had
tried running, but no matter what direction he traveled in, he always ended up
back in the clearing. He only had a little chakra left, and he was not planning
on going down without fighting.
“Eat it and die you motherfuckers! Zankuukyokuha!” Zaku was blown against the
tree as the attack fired from his palms. He locked his elbows, trying
desperately to keep his arms straight. The razor wind cut through the
creatures, shredding their limbs, and tearing the pale flesh from their
blackened bones. Zaku fell to the ground, his arms held firmly, but powerlessly
in front of him. His breath was ragged, his arms coated with chakra burns. The
figures did not rise again. Their flesh melted into the ground, bubbling into
the mud and dirt. The bones disintegrated, forming a powdery gray ash that blew
away in the night wind. Only three remained. These were different. Team Oboro
stood before the exhausted Zaku, knowing that their prey was now helpless.
Zaku struggled to lift himself, but was unable to find the strength. Kagari and
Mubi approached him, lifting him by the shoulders. The pair of rain ninja drug
him toward the campfire, where they threw him over a large log. Zaku laid face
down over the wood, his forehead resting on the wet ground. Behind him, Oboro
stood smiling. Mubi crawled over to his leader, and began to unbuckle his
jumpsuit. Mubi kept his gaze at the dirt, not wanting to draw Oboro’s wrath a
second time. Kagari had performed well during the attack, he would be rewarded.
Oboro smiled down at his prey, observing the subtle shifts of Zaku’s muscles.
The younger boy was trying to escape, but his body would not respond. Oboro
inhaled, savoring the smell of nervous sweat that had broken out on Zaku’s
neck. Mubi stood, the straps of Oboro’s suit were undone. He kept his head
lowered as he pulled Oboro’s arms from the thick sleeves, and let the top half
of the jumpsuit fall limply downward. The weight of the fabric was enough to
pull the lower portion down. Mubi plucked the rusting respirator from his mouth
and fell to his knees again. He crawled in front of Oboro, using his tongue to
pull his master’s limp cock into his mouth. Ignoring Mubi, Oboro spoke.
“Kagari, you may penetrate the boy first. His mouth is yours, I want nothing to
do with it.” Kagari nodded, silently, and moved to Zaku’s head.
“Dammit!” Zaku cursed, “If you even try it, I’ll bite it off.”
“I dare you to try,” Kagari replied, in a monotone voice that reverberated from
somewhere deep in his throat. “You’d be amazed how quickly we can kill you.” He
drew a raspy breath through his respirator. “Or how slowly.” Kagari undid the
lower buckles of his jumpsuit, pulling out his sizeable cock. Zaku’s eyes
widened. He heard a series of soft gagging noises behind him. Mubi pulled back
from Oboro’s erection, a string of precum clinging to his lip. He pulled a
kunai from his side pouch. It was covered in a thin layer of rust.
“Are you ready, Oboro-sama?” Mubi spoke to his leader’s shoes.
“Can’t you tell?” Came the metallic reply. Mubi turned, and raised the kunai
above his head. Zaku could hear the knife whistle through the air as it came
down, sinking half an inch into the flesh between his shoulder blades. Mubi
pressed one hand against Zaku’s ass, to brace himself, and pulled backward,
drawing the knife through flesh and cloth alike. Zaku’s shirt fell away in
tatters, as dark red blood began to pool in the curve of his spine. Mubi tugged
the knife through Zaku’s belt, cutting through the leather, and splitting his
pants. He dropped the kunai back into it’s pouch, and tore at the remaining
fabric, pulling the cow-patterned garment apart.
Zaku lay on the rotting log, blood running down his sides. He felt Kagari’s
cold fingers run delicately under his chin. With surprising strength, the blind
ninja lifted Zaku’s head. Kagari slid his fingers between Zaku’s stunned lips.
They felt like ice against his hot tongue, and tasted coppery, like blood.
Kagari spread his fingers, opening Zaku’s mouth into a wide ‘O.’ Kagari grasped
the base of his cock, and stepped forward, sliding it’s head into Zaku’s mouth.
Kagari’s fingers left Zaku’s mouth, allowing it to close around his shaft. He
wove his fingers into Zaku’s hair, keeping a firm grasp. He pulled Zaku’s head
forward, sinking his cock deeper into the boy’s mouth, until it slid
unwillingly into his virgin throat. Kagari held it there until Zaku started to
choke. His neck spasmed, twisting wildly around the rigid mass. Kagari panted
with pleasure, taking no notice of Zaku’s dying body. He did not thrust, he
simply let Zaku’s desperate choking milk his cock. Finally, his head swimming,
Zaku was allowed to breathe. Kagari had pulled out, and was rubbing Zaku’s
thick saliva over his cock, using the lubricant to stroke it. His icy fingers
danced over it’s length, as Zaku was forced to watch.
Without warning, however, his attention was otherwise diverted. The head of
Oboro’s cock pressed against his asshole. Large streams of Zaku’s blood had run
over the untouched hole, creating enough moisture for Oboro to force the first
inch of his cock inside. Zaku cried out as his virginity was stolen. His body
tensed radically, searching for any remaining energy to fight back. There was
none. Oboro pulled out.
“I think maybe a little more moisture may help.” He reached outward, and
slapped his hand down on the gaping wound of Zaku’s back. Zaku screamed, tears
forming in the corners of his eyes. Oboro slid his fingers into the gash, and
pulled them along it’s length, gathering a large handful of blood. He slathered
it over his cock, shivering as the warm fluid dripped down his thighs. Oboro
moved in again, sliding the head of his cock into Zaku. He thrust very
slightly, just moving half an inch either way, focusing the tight entrance on
the most sensitive portion of his shaft.
On the other side of the helpless ninja, Kagari was moving in again. He grabbed
Zaku’s cheeks, slippery with tears, and squeezed, forcing his mouth open.
Kagari entered his mouth, keeping his thrust shallow. He knew that causing more
suffocation spasms would make Oboro cum, and making him cum too early was a
good way to make him angry. Kagari slid his cock into Zaku’s throat in short
bursts, fully leaving it after each, so that the boy did not choke. Oboro grew
bored of his shallow penetration, and slid his cock deeply into Zaku. The boy
groaned loudly as Oboro sank deeper into his body. Kagari snickered, dipping
his cock back into Zaku’s throat. He was close, and hoped that Oboro would be
close soon as well.
Mubi watched from the side, erect cock throbbing in his jumpsuit. He longed to
grasp it, to stroke it, but knew that Oboro would not stand for it.
“Kagari.” Oboro spoke. “You may finish, if you like.”
“Yes, Oboro-sama.” Kagari pulled sharply on Zaku’s hair, tearing some from his
scalp. He dug his cock further into Zaku’s throat, relishing in the tight,
warm, moisture. At least three inches of his cock was squeezed into Zaku’s
throat. Zaku’s throat muscles twisted and pulled on his shaft, trying to
swallow it, or cough it up. Kagari moved a hand around Zaku’s throat, squeezing
it with a slowly increasing pressure. Zaku’s vision became blurry and dark, and
his head throbbed with each denied breath. Kagari squeezed tighter, cutting the
blood flow to his head. Zaku’s body jerked and danced on the rotting wood,
seconds away from blacking out completely. Finally, Kagari let go, letting a
rush of blood into his head. Zaku passed out briefly, coming to seconds later.
He felt a burning sensation in his throat, as cum began to leak from Kagari’s
cock.
Kagari pulled himself free of Zaku’s mouth, holding his head up with one hand.
Zaku coughed up blood and cum, trying to pull in desperately needed breath.
With his free hand, Kagari stroked the shaft of his cock, his hips swaying as
he finished his orgasm. Gobs of cum fell onto Zaku’s nose and lips. Kagari
released his dick, and slid it back into Zaku’s mouth. The salty, metallic
flavor of blood and cum filled his senses. Kagari gathered the stray fluid from
Zaku’s face, forcing the cum laden fingers into the young boy’s mouth.
Oboro watched the scene with intense desire. Zaku’s body had spasmed wildly
during the strangulation, sending shockwaves all the way back through his
asshole, and Oboro’s cock. Now that Kagari had finished, Oboro began to work on
his own conclusion. Zaku’s ass was still twitching as his body pulled in fast,
heavy breaths. Oboro bent his knees, and lowered his stance. He started to
thrust up and into Zaku, drawing his cock as far back as possible, before
driving it up again. He fucked Zaku quickly, filling his fourteen-year-old
cavity with each upward movement. He noticed heat and a tingling sensation in
the base of his cock, and smiled.
Oboro concentrated, waiting until he could just feel the cum beginning to rush
into his cock, and then acted. He instantly formed a ring of chakra around his
cock, making it impossible to finish the orgasm. His body was at it’s peak
arousal, and every centimeter of Oboro’s cock was as sensitive as it’s tip.
Oboro again scraped his hand down Zaku’s back, forcing more blood around his
shaft. His cock moved more freely, allowing him to force it deeply into Zaku’s
body with each thrust.
Zaku writhed on the log. Though his strength was beginning to return, he was
not strong enough to defeat three opponents. He tried to remain patient and
calm, pretending to be as lifeless and weak as before. The ruse didn’t work.
“At my peak,” Oboro began, “The sensitivity in my cock is over one hundred
times normal. I can feel your chakra returning.” Zaku winced. “Kagari, help
keep him in control.” Kagari nodded, and pulled a kunai from his pouch. He
placed it’s edge against Zaku’s throat, nudging it’s tip against a hand-shaped
bruise.
Oboro’s body broke out in goosebumps. He could feel every drop of sweat running
from his neck to his thighs. His cock throbbed with pleasure, sending Oboro
into a euphoria that he had been saving all day. He had cum quickly while
raping Kin; little girls held little interest for him, and she was simply
foreplay. Dosu, while better prey, proved to be less satisfying than expected.
When Dosu slipped the information that Zaku was still in the forest, Oboro
decided to save his cock ring technique for the final target. They had to get
to the tower at the center of the forest before the end of the hour.
“Mubi, it’s time to redeem yourself.” Oboro glared at his subordinate. Mubi
looked into Oboro’s eyes for the first time since encountering Zaku. “Get
behind me and lick my asshole.” Mubi moved without argument. He knelt behind
his master, and brought his mouth up to Oboro’s ass. Oboro slowed his
thrusting, out of necessity, and allowed Mubi’s tongue to dart up to the tender
hole. Mubi moved his tongue expertly, running it around the rim of Oboro’s ass,
before turning his head and pushing it just into the opening. Oboro’s cock
burned, throbbing with the heat of orgasm. His body became hard to control as
euphoria pumped through his body. His ass became more sensitive as his body
tried to force an end to the orgasm. Oboro tightened the chakra ring, keeping
his body teetering on the verge of complete orgasm. The sensation was mind-
numbing.
Mubi’s tongue traveled the circle of Oboro’s anus, tickling every nerve it
could find. Oboro’s body began to shut down. If he waited any longer, the
orgasm would simply end without resolution. Oboro gripped Zaku’s back, digging
his thumbs into the kunai wound. Zaku screamed with pain, and his body’s
muscles tightened. At the precise moment that Zaku’s back arched to it’s peak,
Oboro released the chakra ring, and fell into a deep orgasm. His body shook
savagely, and he screamed with pleasure. Cum quickly filled what little space
remained in Zaku’s ass, as Oboro’s cock hammered into him hard enough to bruise
the older youth’s hips. Oboro fell backward, his cock falling out of Zaku. He
grabbed the organ, pumping it furiously as the wave of pleasure continued to
wash over him. Cum dripped from Zaku’s ass, as more shot onto his cock and
stomach.
Oboro felt a second peak building, and ordered Mubi to throw Zaku onto his
back. Mubi obliged, moving like a blur to Zaku’s side before hurling the sound
ninja onto the muddy ground. Oboro pounced onto Zaku’s chest, his cock hanging
just over the boy’s face. He stroked his cock rapidly, his hand moving with
familiar ease along his rigid manhood. The second, smaller orgasm hit him,
forcing more large drops of cum out onto Zaku’s gasping mouth. The white fluid
fell on Zaku’s tongue and lips. He swallowed it without thinking, in too much
pain to fight anymore. Oboro rolled off of the boy, and stumbled over to a
large boulder. He collapsed against the rock, skin pale and damp.
“Kagari, I need to regain my strength, stand by me while Mubi finishes himself
off.” Kagari nodded, and rushed to Oboro’s side. He stood vigilant, kunai held
in a relentless grip. Mubi chuckled to himself, and stood. He began to undress.
From behind Kagari, Oboro spoke. “I warn you, Zaku of the Sound, Mubi likes to
play. If you find that you, or your body, are unwilling to participate, you
would be better off killing yourself than letting him perform the task.” Zaku
lifted his head, looking down at his body. Mubi was naked, save for the bandage
over his left eye, and his forehead protector. The teen stepped over Zaku’s
legs, and knelt over the boy’s thighs. Mubi grasped Zaku’s limp cock, still
moist from Oboro’s cum. ‘So this is what he meant,’ thought Zaku. Mubi laughed
again.
The rain ninja stroked Zaku’s cock. Mubi enjoyed the feeling of such a soft,
young cock. Fourteen was a bit old for him to truly enjoy, but still, he could
tell from it’s smooth, perfect appearance that it was untouched. Mubi bent down
and licked the cum from the base of Zaku’s cock, tracing a line over his mostly
hairless groin, to his navel. Zaku’s body shivered. He didn’t want to like the
attention, but knew that he had to, if he was going to survive the encounter.
Mubi placed his mouth over the pubescent cock, licking Oboro’s cum from it. The
skin of Zaku’s cock tasted sweet to Mubi, like a child’s would. Zaku’s thighs
shivered. His back ached, but he tried to ignore the pain.
Mubi sat up, watching as Zaku’s cock began to swell and stand. It rose in
increments, pausing every few seconds with the boy’s heartbeat. Mubi’s own cock
grew with it, and the rain genin slid up Zaku’s body, until the two cocks
rested against each other. Mubi gyrated his hips, slowly, causing his cock to
rub up one side of Zaku’s cock, and down the other.
“You have such a cute little cock, Zaku,” Oboro spoke from behind Kagari. “I’ll
enjoy watching it.” The subtle sensation from Mubi’s movements reverberated
through Zaku’s virginal shaft. Mubi closed his hand around both erections.
Zaku’s was soft to the touch, but with the rigidity of youth. Mubi spat down on
them, rubbing the lubricant across both with his fingers. Zaku bit his tongue.
He was already close to cumming. He was furious with himself for becoming
aroused in such a situation. For the second time that night, Zaku began to cry.
Mubi’s rough palm moved over the head of Zaku’s cock. The sensation was
incredible. He felt the heat of Mubi’s manhood rubbing against him, and the
saliva-soaked hand rubbing his most sensitive nerves ended his thoughts. Zaku
gave in to the molestation, deciding to let Mubi have his way. He had no other
choice.
“Mubi!” Oboro shouted. “With your hand there, I can’t see little Zaku’s cock.”
Ashamed, Mubi removed his hand. He leaned back, and resumed rubbing his cock
along the length of Zaku’s shaft. The boy sobbed, but his body reacted
differently. His nipples hardened, prompting Mubi to lean forward and deliver a
soft pinch to one. The pain in his back and ass began to numb, giving way to a
sweeping tingle across his stomach. Zaku’s legs spread involuntarily, and his
balls tightened. Mubi smirked, reading the signs on the boy’s body. Zaku’s eyes
closed, and his head lolled back. His heart broke as he realized that his
first, and possibly last orgasm would be at the hands of a trio of rapists.
Zaku cried out, the sharp sound echoing off of the trees, as his body shook
violently. Small, pure white, droplets of cum erupted from his cock, raining
down on Mubi’s manhood. The boy’s shaft twitched with pleasure each time it’s
head contacted Mubi. The rain genin smiled, moving his hips forward to allow
most of Zaku’s cum to fall onto his cock.
When Zaku had finished, Mubi moved forward, to sit on the boy’s chest. Again,
Zaku found it nearly impossible to breathe. Mubi closed his eyes, his hands
working Zaku’s cum into a slick lubricant. His fingers worked quickly, sliding
up and down his swollen cock. Mubi had been on edge all night, and it didn’t
take long for him to build to climax. He rocked onto his knees, the head of his
cock resting on Zaku’s lips. When he came, Zaku opened his mouth instinctively,
letting the hot cum enter his mouth. Mubi rubbed his cock for a few moments
after cumming, until the last wave had run through his body. Mubi stood,
stumbling away from the young boy.
Zaku lay motionless in the mud. His body was a mess; pale white skin almost
entirely covered by blood, cum, and mud. Pearly liquid clung to his cheeks and
chin, but he ignored it. He simply stared at the stars, waiting for death to
come.
“Oboro-sama, someone is coming.”
“I know, Kagari, I noticed them several minutes ago, and they’ve probably
noticed us. We are out of time anyway, we need to finish the exam, and prove
the power of the Rain.” Oboro quickly dressed himself, and waked over to Zaku
while his comrades gathered their own clothing. “We won’t kill you, Zaku of the
Sound. You are going to lay here, helpless and used, and be a reminder of how
pathetic the village of Sound is. You are a filthy boy that’s not even worth
killing.” Oboro smiled. “We will watch from the river as the rookie genin of
Konoha discover the great Sound ninja Zaku, naked in the mud, with cum dripping
from his mouth.” Oboro kicked Zaku in the ribs, but the boy did not react. He
simply waited.
The Rain genin disappeared into the night, heading undoubtedly to the tower at
the center of the forest. Zaku waited.
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