Inner Sanctum

The blond awoke slowly, in stages. His mouth felt cottony, stuffed and his body ached in a curious way. With a frown he tried to remember why he felt this way but drew a blank.

‘Last thing I remember, I was home preparing to go to bed. Somebody was at the door and… what? Why can’t I remember anything?’ he took in a deep breath to clear his fogged mind. He tried to stretch his numb limbs but to his increasing alarm found himself unable to move at all. His clothed arms and legs were spread eagled and bound, tight enough to keep him from moving.

‘What?’ His eyes opened, straining to focus on his surroundings as his heartbeat picked up. Utter darkness drowned everything, shadows swimming in shadows while his dazed eyes struggled to separate them from each other.

‘What’s wrong? What’s happening?’ he pulled violently on his bonds to free himself, fear starting to conquer his mind. His gut reaction was based on experience he dared not dwell on for too long: For in his world, tied meant restrained, restrained meant vulnerable and vulnerable always brought pain.

“Calm down, dobe!” he chided out loud, his rival’s words helping him to gain a measure of calm. Quieting his movements, he took in a deep breath, calling forth Kyuubi’s legendary stamina to break the chains that held him captive.

Turning inwards, he concentrated. Utter Silence. Sweat beaded his forehead as he realized he was somehow unable to mold his chakra. Desperate, he jerked his bonds, the heavy metallic tinkle telling his twitching ears that whoever had done this knew his strength very well.

“Damn it! Let me go! Fuck!” He fought harder, the cold metal biting hard on his tender skin. At this stage of the game, he was past caring about appearances. He wanted out, NOW! It was a while before his heightened senses picked up sounds that clearly stated somebody else was in the room with him. Twisting around, he searched blindly.

“Show yourself, you coward! Come on!” he growled, his fear egging his anger.

A light chuckle was heard. He tensed. “Talk to me, damn it! Why are you doing this?” he demanded angrily.

A shadow detached itself from the others and approached him at its leisure. A candle somewhere caught the metallic glint of a kunai and he stiffened. The kunai’s tip rested against his Adam’s apple while his pounding heart drowned the nearby giggles. Drawing torturous circles with the sharp tip, a crimson line in its wake as it snagged his collar. He panted, trying to avoid the sharp tip instinctively, sucking his gut. The kunai continued its downward trek heedless of the cloth impeding its movement. A hard hand caught the material and cut it away from his body.

“Hey! That’s my favorite jacket, you asshole! Fuck!” His head snapped to the side as pain exploded behind his eyes. The bastard had slapped him. Hard.

“Let me go, you bastard!” he was hit again, this time full on the mouth. His tongue tasted blood and he saw red. Gathering his strength he fought in earnest to break his bonds, a savage growl rumbling in his chest.

Pain shot like fire up his leg, curling around his groin and hips before dashing hotly into his numb brain. His eyes widened and a breath caught in his throat when he realized the evil kunai was stabbed right into his tight. Deep. Seconds sped by while his mind struggled to process the shock and the pain.

Apparently, this was not the expected response for soon the knife was twisted mercilessly. Arching against the table, he screamed, his muffled screams the only sound as tears slid down his temples. Dimly aware of his surroundings, he heard giggles once more and his heart fell.

Clenching his jaw, he tensed trying to control his pain as the kunai was painstakingly withdrawn from his screaming flesh. Dazed, he wheezed. His skin felt on fire, his thigh wet and slick blood and he wondered vaguely if they had pierced an artery. His other pant leg soon registered hot wetness and he knew he was loosing too much blood.

‘At this rate, their toy won’t last much longer.’ He smirked evilly, willing himself to bleed more even if it meant death. He was not going down without a fight, even if he had to die to thwart their plans.

A light gasp to his right and green light bathed his thigh, illuminating his surroundings. His eyebrows rose with surprise. They were healing his wound, closing it quickly and efficiently. He struggled to see who was behind his attack. It was possible the Akatsuki, Orochimaru or even some of Konoha’s finest could be behind this one. His captors had covered themselves with long dark cloaks with hoods, so he could only see their hands: Long, thin and supple fingers.

“Fuck!” he whispered weakly and once more a slap connected with his cheek. His face felt swollen and tight. ‘I’m sure I’ll look great by this time tomorrow… if I live.’ Helpless, he decided to bide his time until he could free himself. They were hitting him every time he protested their treatment. Understanding, he chose to submit. They had certainly proven that whoever they were, they were crazy enough to stab him and torture him.

Tensing against his bonds as he felt hands over his body, he forced himself to relax. Once his brain registered they were pulling down his pants he protested again.

“Hey! Hey! Stop that!” A shower of sparks rained, this time from his left eye. Whimpering, he fell silent while they accomplished their task. Soon, he was completely naked, exposed and helpless before their greedy eyes.

Hands explored his body with detachment and he trembled. The only sounds he could hear were the sounds of skin over skin, his heartbeat and his own pathetic whimpers. Fingers pinched his nipples, traced his chest muscles and counted his ribs while another set of hands tugged at his hair, lifted his flaccid penis and weighted his balls, making him cringe with embarrassment.

“Stop… hey!” he tried, but again pain was doled out quickly; this time on his sensitive inner thigh. He shuddered, willing this to end quickly as his body flushed with embarrassment.

In the darkness, their touch made his unwilling body remember. He was just 8 the last time something like this had happened. The first few times a villager had tried to touch him in a sexual way, he had managed to escape. He was small and cunning enough to know a well placed bite was deterrent to rape. He always left with a few bruises but free from any lasting damage. Those times were scary, true but they were never as bad as that last time.

He’d been on his way home from school then, thinking hard about his inability to control his chakra pathways enough to perform a simple jutsu. ‘Everybody else has learned how already! Maybe he’s right and I am a dobe, after all.’ Was his last thought as arms dragged him into a solitary alley next to an abandoned building near the school.

He could remember his fear as those men laughed and taunted him. Dragged like an animal and forced to stay still as his clothes were cut from his body. He still remembered their malevolent expressions and snide laughter as they decided to up the ante, after beating within an inch of his life. His death was not enough. They had to humiliate him. Crying softly, he held himself tightly, unable to understand why they were doing that to him.

The leader, a nasty genin rejected after some shady dealings, crowed as he fumbled with his pants. He flinched as hot liquid quickly drenched his cuts and bruises. The particular stench of urine soon invaded his nostrils making him gasp and tighten his arms around himself. Soon all 4 of them were peeing over his exposed body.

“You stink something awful now, demon! Everybody will know you are coming from a mile away! See if you can avenge yourself, dobe!” they laughed evilly, a boot connecting with his head. His ears rang as his head was forcefully lifted and pressed against a rank smelling crotch. He remembered the nausea that rose to his mouth as his lips made contact with hard, stringy hair.

“Suck me, demon. Better not bite or you will be dead!” he warned and pushed the 8 year-old’s face towards a thick, purple cock already leaking precum. He squirmed against their hold to avoid this but cruel hands dug painfully into his cheeks and his mouth was pried open. The invading cock rammed all the way into his throat making him gag and close his mouth. Pain rang in his ears as he was cuffed into submission.

He could still remember the bitter taste of that first cock. They pinched him, rubbing their cocks against his body until the leader came. Then, the others demanded he serviced them too, one after the other. By the time he finished, his jaws ached and his mouth, throat and lips were raw from the friction. His abused body and face completely covered with cum. He whimpered, fear assaulting his senses as they faced him, the flaccid cocks now fully erect once again.

“Turn him around… let’s see if the devil fox’s lower mouth is as tender as his upper one.” The leader drawled, pumping his cock lazily an evil grin crossing his features. Naruto cringed with fear, his body quivering with apprehension.

“No, no, no!” he croaked and again he was beat into submission. Taking hold of his thin hips, the followers lifted his lower body clear off the ground and held him steady for their boss. He resisted vainly, feeling hands spread apart his pale buttocks. Cruel fingers thrust inside his body making him scream and shudder uncontrollably.

A fist to the head assured his dazed silence as the leader played with his ass, stretching and invading the virgin entrance. He whimpered dejectedly, pain and fear paralyzing his young body. The man laughed and pushed harder into him wanting to make him cry. After a while, his excitement peaked and he signaled his friends to spread his legs wider. Guiding his cock forward, he prodded the bleeding entrance, torturing the boy.

A hard tug on his testicles made him leave his nightmare landscape but it was not a welcomed distraction. He flinched again as cold hands surrounded his penis mockingly. He tried to bring his knees together without success as the roaming hands now attempted to breach his puckered entrance.

The terribly familiar sensation brought forth his memories of Iruka’s angry yell of discovery. “What the fuck do you think you are doing!” he shouted, breaking into a run as the man rammed his cock inside. Naruto screamed against the overwhelming pain and passed out, his body thrown hard against the floor as his sensei tore the foursome into unrecognizable pieces.

A week later, he awoke. He was at Iruka’s house, his body completely fine after his ordeal but his mind was broken. It took Iruka and Sandaime months to make him confident enough to leave the house alone. By then, he was well behind most kids his age, a true 'dobe' as expected of the hated Kyuubi child.

Even now, after so many years and opportunities to prove his abilities, he was castigated with vivid nightmares evoking the pain those cruel men inflicted.

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I must confess... I don't know what hit me... I have an idea of where this could go, but if you want me to continue this, then tell me so...ok? I am not sure if I should continue because of the theme... nyan... but it just sprouted out of my perverted imagination...