Savin' Me

TITLE: Savin’ Me
AUTHOR: Fyrbyrd
CATEGORIES: Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
RATING: NC-17
WARNINGS: M/M, Anal, BDSM, Rim, Oral, Bondage, Corporal Punishment, probably more…
SPOILERS: For after the time skip, veers off a bit before current manga 370 and runs away.
PAIRINGS: OC/Kakashi, Naruto/Kakashi, Iruka/Kakashi
SUMMARY: An MIA is found with no memory, in a horrible place, after six years.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them, they own me. Masashi Kishimoto owns them.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi all, this is my first Naruto story though not my first here, I have written Yugioh, The Sentinel and Dragonball Z here. To celebrate my beloved Kakashi’s birthday I present a Kakashi torture story. I hope there are some out there who will enjoy it… Not sure when I will update, between this and my DBZ story “Damn Traditions” I even have a few other stories in the works. But like the other I will try for weekly if not fortnightly. And the title belongs to Nickelback and is my favorite song.

Savin’ Me
By Fyrbyrd


Naruto was tired; all he wanted was to get home as quickly as possible. But he still had a long way to go. He wanted a real bed and warm food, so he headed for a town he could smell up ahead. He was not wearing his headband; he looked just like any other traveler as he moved into the village. No one gave him a second glance; he stopped at a food stall and got a warm meat bun, then moved further in search of a room for the night.

He heard the yelling and the sounds of something being struck. Whatever was happening was attracting a crowd in the direction he was headed. Like any others in the street he stopped to see what was going on. There was an angry man standing out in the street wielding a cane. He was beating down on a person on the ground, a male half lying on the ground, his hands holding his upper body up even though that was where most of the beating was occurring. The male’s clothes had fallen down over his backside, a ragged yukata, leaving his back bare showing marks from the beating, a couple of which were bleeding. The man continued beating and screaming at him. “Damn lazy whore. Stupid bitch. I own you; you do what you are ordered to do. You never, ever refuse anything a customer wants. Not ever!” The cane seemed to come down harder and harder.

The man being beaten was not crying out, but he was shaking and flinching with each strike. Naruto couldn’t see his face, it was hidden by long grey hair that seemed to fall over his face from the top of his head, a piece of cloth was tied at the back.

The cane finally stopped and the man stormed away, “Get the bitch back inside, clean him up, lock him in the box until tomorrow, then he works all day, no breaks.”

Two lackeys moved to the beaten man and reached for his arms, they dragged him up and finally Naruto could see the face. The man was crying from one eye, the other was covered by the same cloth tied at the back of his head. But it was the way his hair fell, or rose, above his head, that made Naruto look more closely, and seeing the scar running down the covered eye froze him in place. It couldn’t be it just couldn’t be… It had been six years…

The crowd had dispersed, and all was quite, Naruto moved off slowly to find a room for the night. But he knew where he would be going the next day.

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He sat in the common room of the inn he had found, listening to a conversation not far from him.

“What was going on before with that beating?” asked one man.

“Oh that was the local brothel. Seems they’ve got that whore that don’t know his place, so the Master was beating him. I hear it happens a lot to that one,” said his companion.

“But he didn’t cry out, didn’t make a sound.”

“They say he’s silent, maybe can’t talk or something. The Master bought him that way long time ago, paid a fortune because of his beauty.”

“Beauty?”

“His face, despite the scar he was a real beauty when he was bought from a slave auction.”

“Thought those things were illegal?”

“Yeah, but after the war there was a huge black market in everything, including human beings. He must have taken care of himself back then, had a real good body. Don’t know how he wound up here.”

“Didn’t know you were into males.”

“I’m into anything that satisfies me.”

“Have you tried him?”

“No, too expensive for me, but they say you can do anything with him, though it looks like he balked again with a customer. Not the first time.”

The other nodded and they changed the subject after that.

Naruto went up to his room after eating. The information he had heard kept running through his mind. How did this all come about? It had been believed that he was killed in action, fallen to the Akatsuki or more likely Itachi. How did he become enslaved and sold into prostitution? And how was Naruto going to save him?

What he had seen was not like the man he knew, so he would have to get closer to make sure, and to find out why he was the way he was. That would mean he would have to go to the brothel, as a customer.

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“Welcome young sir to the Lotus Brothel. We can cater to your every desire, what is it you seek?” said the little man at the door.

He had worked hard to psych himself up for this; he had to act the world weary young soldier if he was going to pull this off. “I want a man. I’ve been in need for some time, so he’d better be able to take it, because I do not intend to hold back.”

“We have just the man for you. Masaki, is the Bitch available?”

“He’ll be finished with a customer in ten minutes sir.”

“If you follow Masaki he will take you to the bar and when the Bitch is free, he will take you to him.”

“Bitch?”

“That is his name and his nature. He will do anything you want or take the consequences. Ignore the wounds on his back, his disobeyed me yesterday and had to be punished. He will not do it again today. He wears an eye patch because there is something wrong with the eye, some accident and it scares people to see it”

Naruto wanted to sigh in relief, but he had to stay in character. “I don’t care what he looks like, I just want my pleasure.”

“And pleasure you will get.”

He nodded to the small man and followed Masaki into the bar. They served him a complementary drink which he sipped on slowly. He had barely finished it when Masaki came to lead him to a room upstairs.

Masaki opened the door and stood aside to usher Naruto inside. Kneeling on the floor with his head down was the one he had come to see. “Command him to do anything you wish, if he disobeys, his Master will wish to know. But he should provide you with your needs.”

Naruto went inside and Masaki closed the door behind him. He moved over to the bed and sat down on it; he heard a slight whir in the background and realized that there was a camera in the room. “Stand up and remove the yukata, I want to see you naked.”

The whore got to his feet and let the yukata fall to the floor. Naruto looked up his body, he once had a muscular body, now he was merely thin and scarred, far more scars than he had ever had before. Then he got to the face, also scarred, a vertical scar from above his left eye and down his cheek, a cloth eye patch covered the eye, silvery grey hair rose up defying gravity. Their eyes met, but there was no recognition from the whore, from his former sensei. He just sat there staring at him, completely forgetting that they were being watched. But then the whore moved falling on his knees before Naruto and reaching for his pants, unzipping them. Caught by surprise he sat there looking down as he was unzipped, and his cock was taken in hand by the other man. It only took a few strokes before he fell back on his palms on the bed, allowing further access to his groin when the grey head leaned down to take the fast hardening cock into his mouth.

Naruto clutched hard at the bed coverings and let out a moan of pleasure. This had never happened to him before, and he was finding it to be an incredible feeling. He’d never thought about having sex with another man in his life before, and there were few girls in his life. He had spent too much time training or fighting, in fact this was to be his first real sexual encounter. With his older, former sensei.

But the man’s tongue and the suction on him was driving him insane with pleasure. It did not take that long for him to cum and shoot down his sensei’s throat with a cry, his eyes closed tightly, ripping the bedclothes with his clawed hands. He flopped onto his back and lay there quivering, as he did so he felt his pants being removed and tossed aside. The whore, for he couldn’t think of him as his sensei, was moving onto the bed beside him, a hand lightly sliding over his nakedness. So much for trying to get his breath under control, those hands were definitely skilled, and a pair of lips touched his right nipple. He moaned out loud and his hand wound into the silver hair playing with it between his fingers. The mouth moved over to the other nipple, sucking, nipping, licking. One of the whore’s hands was sliding close to his upper thigh, occasionally rubbing into his pubic hair. He could feel his cock coming back to life again.
The whore’s mouth began a trail up his neck to his own mouth and they were soon joined, kissing and sucking on lips, the whore’s tongue pushing its way inside. The hand at his groin was now actively stroking his cock; he was humming his reactions around their joined mouths. Naruto lifted his other hand up and into the silver hair along with the first, grabbing at it now as he began to hump against the hand fisted around his now hard cock.

Something took over and he rolled over, making the whore roll beneath him as he began to get more dominant. The whore had opened his legs allowing Naruto to half kneel between them, the hand still stroking and fisting him. The whore’s other hand was seeking something in the bed, apparently finding it he let go of Naruto’s cock. Naruto pulled away from him and was kneeling up more looking down at the whore. He was almost mesmerized as the whore’s hand moved to his own ass and began to work his hole stretching himself. Naruto’s hand rubbed the whore’s kneecaps as he watched the preparation, his cock was leaking and aching, but he waited. The whore removed his fingers and lay there looking up at the blonde. Naruto slid his hands down the long legs as he scooted up and closer, the whore tilting himself up. Naruto’s hands slide down to the hips as he lined himself up, watching as his cock nudged at the entrance to the whore’s body. He found he could hold back no longer and pushed in, sinking inside as his body lay down on top of the other. The whore threw his head back as Naruto sheathed himself completely inside, before pulling back and watching as he pushed back in again. He continued to watch himself as he continued to move in and out of the tight body beneath him. Not a sound came from the whore, though he was reacting to what was being done to him. Naruto wasn’t sure if it were because he couldn’t talk or if he was just too used to this happening to him.

It being the first time Naruto had ever fucked anyone, he wasn’t sure what he should be doing, but he followed his body. It felt so good that he wanted to thrust even harder, the whore’s hands came to rest on his shoulders, encouraging him. He was grunting as he thrust in harder and harder, feeling the tight heat encasing him occasionally squeeze him, sending shocks of pleasure through his system. At some point he saw the whore’s head fall back with his mouth open in a silent cry. But he could felt the tension building inside of him, as he clutched the hips tightly before thrusting in harder and screaming out as he came inside the tight channel, the whore following him, streaming out over his stomach.

He lay there panting heavily before pulling out and falling over onto his side, then back, on the bed. He had never felt so good in his life before, tired, but good.

Finally getting himself back together again, he rolled back onto his side and looked down at the whore who had not moved. When he had been moving over the other’s body he had been able to look down and see all the scars on the other man’s body. He found himself tracing down one of them that ran down his chest. He remembered how the man had gotten that one on the bridge. There seemed to be a scarred area around his neck, as if it had been subjected to a rope for a long period of time.

“Do you know how you got this?” he asked his fingers still tracing the scar.

There was a shake of the head from the whore.

“Or anything about your past?”

It took a moment or two, but there was a shake of the head again.

“Can you talk any more?”

A hand moved up to where the rope scar was, rubbing it as he shook his head again.

“Do you know how you became a slave?”

Another shake.

Naruto moved up so he could look down at the man’s face, he pushed some of the unruly silver hair out of the way. “Do you want to stay a whore forever? I can help you get away from here and take you… home.”

The grey eye that was not covered widened, the he forced himself away and onto his side away from Naruto. Naruto held back. “I’m not going to leave you here, Kakashi.”

The whore violently scrambled off the bed and disappeared from the room. Naruto fell back and looked at the ceiling. He knew he had scared the man who did not know who he was. He also knew that he might have jumped the gun a bit. To get Kakashi out of there would no doubt involve a lot of money. He’d have to go home and try and figure out just how he was going to free his former teacher and get him home where he belonged.

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Naruto had not had another chance to see the whore before he left. He was trying to figure out what to do about it on the way home. He wasn’t sure who he should tell. The man had been an Elite Ninja, but was now nothing more than a whore. He had no memories of his former life or home. Naruto knew what it was like to be looked down upon, he was pretty sure he didn’t want him to be seen like that. Even if it had not been his choice to become a whore, he would be seen as one, as something decent folk were supposed to despise. He should have been stronger than that, should not have allowed himself to be captured, enslaved, prostituted.

He turned in his mission report and made his way wearily to his home. Iruka had not been on duty, and he was debating whether or not to tell him.

“Naruto, your back.”

He heard the voice of the very person he was thinking about. “Iruka.”

“Hey, you look tired.”

“I am… Iruka can you get some food and come to my place?”

The older man noticed the seriousness in Naruto’s face. “Sure. I’ll meet you there.”

Naruto got home and quickly had a shower so he was at least a little more refreshed. A knock had him opening the door to let Iruka inside. He was carrying a bag from Ichiraku.

“Ah ramen, boy have I missed that lately.”

“Did your mission go well?” asked Iruka as he put the bag on the table and fished out the bowls and chopsticks.

“Very well thank you.” He sat down at the table and they both began to eat. If Naruto had something to say they both knew it would have to wait for Naruto to be finished eating first.

Ten minutes later they were sitting back and rubbing their happy stomachs.

Naruto leaned back in his seat, “Something happened on the way home from the mission. I saw something that has disturbed me greatly. Iruka… I found Kakashi… alive.”

He saw Iruka pale, “I would have never believed him to be a missing Nin.”

“He isn’t.”

Iruka frowned, “What, how could he stay away from the village for six years and not have abandoned it?”

“His memory is gone. He doesn’t know who he is. Iruka, he was turned into a slave and sold into… into,” Naruto couldn’t finish.

“A slave?” Iruka shook his head. He was one of the strongest Ninja I’ve ever met, how could he have been enslaved? Naruto, you didn’t say what he was sold into.”

Naruto slowly lifted his head and looked into Iruka’s eye, then he dropped them quickly, he knew he couldn’t lie. “He was sold to a brothel as a whore. When I first saw him he was being beaten because he didn’t want to do what the customer wanted him to do.” This voice was quiet as he said it. Quiet and sad. Out the corner of his eye he saw Iruka’s fists clench. “I didn’t know what I should do about it. I didn’t want to just tell anyone about this, he deserves better than that.” He looked again at Iruka, “It hurt to see him like that, not knowing that he had a better life than he has now. He is beaten often; they lock him in a box with no light and not much space after they punish him. They work him… as many as he can take. And they let some of the customers who pay enough, do whatever they like.”

Iruka nodded too shocked by what he was hearing to say anything.

“I couldn’t learn how he got to be there, but I’m sure we could find out from his… owner, cruel bastard that he is. It was he that was beating Ka… the whore. Iruka… I did something…” again he stopped. “I needed to know more. I needed to get close to… him. I—I paid for his services for the night.”

“What!” He could hear the shock coming from his friend. He closed his eyes tightly to try to stop the few tears that had seeped into them, he could feel himself shaking. “I had sex with him, Iruka.” He felt a hand on his shoulder, it squeezed him gently. “He had a scar around his neck, like a rope burn… he can’t talk.” The tears came more readily now, but he felt himself turned in his seat and taken into his friend’s arms.

“It’s okay Naruto. You did what you had to do. Don’t be ashamed, you know whatever you tell me is between us forever.” The older man said as he tried to soothe him.

“What am I supposed to do? How do we get him out of there? Even if he never remembers us, he doesn’t deserve to be left there.”

Iruka pulled back and lifted Naruto’s tear stained face. “We’ll figure out something. I may have had my disagreements with him, but I agree with you, he deserves to come home where he can be cared for. Get some rest. We both need to think about this, I won’t tell another soul.”

“Thanks Iruka. I am exhausted.” Naruto got to his feet and headed to his bed while Iruka cleaned up and went to the door.

“See you tomorrow,” he smiled and left.

Naruto crawled into bed and was very soon fast asleep.

Iruka slowly made his way home. His mind still trying to wrap around the fact that the young man he almost considered a son, had had sex with another male. It was not something he had ever thought Naruto would do considering his crush on Sakura when he was younger. And then there were the years he had traveled with Jiraiya, who they knew wrote those books Kakashi was so fond of.

Kakashi.

No one had known what had happened to him six years ago. They thought he was on the trail of Itachi. But Itachi was long ago dead by his brother’s hand and the Akatsuki gone. By the time everything had settled down Kakashi had completely disappeared and had been named MIA. Something terrible must have happened for him to have lost his memory then be sold into slavery as a whore. And if he could not talk due to the damage to his throat, how much had he suffered in those years.

It made Iruka shiver to think about it. Six years worth of pain and nobody cared. Nobody had looked for him; they had not known where to search. Nobody would have thought he could have ended up like that. He could tell Tsunade and they could go to the village and bring Kakashi home. But then if Kakashi didn’t know who they were, would he let them take him not knowing what they might do to him. And then of course, would the owner just let him go. Highly doubtful, he’d want his due for a bought slave and the loss of a whore. It looked like Kakashi wouldn’t know how to fight for himself anymore.

Somehow he did not want Kakashi to have to suffer any more. And the less people to know what had happened to him, the better. Even though he believed Naruto, he wanted to go and see for himself. See the situation Kakashi was living in, and if there were a way to get him away safely. Because there was one thing he was certain of, he was not going to leave Kakashi to rot there, or worse, to die there.

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