Bara Heaven

Asuma groaned as he flopped onto the ground, before opening his eyes in confusion. Where the hell was he? He rolled over, brawny shoulders shifting against the spongy ground, broad backside elevated--and looked around.

He was in a . . . he wasn't sure how to describe it. But just looking at it was giving him a headache. Ow.

"Hey, newcomer."

Asuma spun his head around at the voice coming from behind him, before quickly getting to his feet. There was a powerfully-built man sitting cross-legged behind him. The headband around his head proclaimed him to be from the Mist Village. The lower half of his face was masked in bandages, and he wore zebra-patterned arm and leg warmers. Besides that he was almost completely naked--only a scant speedo covered his groin. A large sword lay across his lap.

"Who are you?" Asuma asked sharply, readying his trench-knives. "Where am I?"

"Heh. Haven't you figured it out yet?" the man asked, chuckling. "You're in the afterlife."

"The . . . afterlife?" Asuma asked in disbelief. "No, I . . ." He held his head and groaned. "Ohhh. The last thing I remember is fighting those Akatsuki . . ."

"The Akatsuki, huh? Those guys are bad ass. No wonder you're dead," the muscular mist-nin said. He rose to his feet, and extended a hand. "Momochi Zabuza, formerly one of the Seven Swordmen of the Mist."

Asuma hesitated a moment, before taking the offered hand.

"Sarutobi Asuma, Leaf Jounin," Asuma replied warily. He shook firmly, testing the man's strength. Both men had a firm grip. "Zabuza . . . I've heard that name before. Weren't you the criminal encountered by Kakashi and his team?"

"Yeah," Zabuza said. "That sucked. And I've been here ever since. Dead. I figure we'll all get reborn at some point, but until that happens, this place is boring as hell. Take it from me." Cocking his head, he sized Asuma up. "Huh. You're a big one, aren't you." They were about the same height, but Asuma was noticeably buffer.

"Uh . . ." Asuma coughed gruffly. "So, is that . . . standard dress for the afterlife?" he said, gesturing to Zabuza's speedo. There was a short trail of black hairs leading from the man's taut abs into the snug undergarment. Besides that, the man's powerful body was smooth as a drum. Asuma was having difficulty keeping his eyes focused on the mist-nin's face, when the rest of him was right out there in the open.

"What? Oh, this?" Zabuza said, and plucked at the tight thing. Asuma couldn't help but notice the sizeable bulge packed inside. "Yeah, it pretty much is. I said before that this was the afterlife, but a more accurate description would be along the lines of Bara Heaven. Only strong, muscular guys seem to get sent here. And I'm pretty sure this place was dreamed up by perverts, too. Guys even act differently around here. They--heh, well, you'll see. Anyway, haven't you noticed what you're wearing yourself?"

"Huh? I'm--" and for the first time Asuma grew aware that he wasn't outfitted in his standard jounin gear. In fact, he was decidedly under-dressed.

He was naked from the waist up--broad shouldered, large muscled chest, powerful biceps. He still had his trench knives, and his sash was still there too, hanging loosely around his waist. Beyond that though, he only had a fundoshi protecting his manly modesty. You could see all the way up his thick thighs. He didn't even have sandals covering his hairy feet. He was also growing uncomfortably aware now that at his rear there, with the way his fundoshi was tied, was only a single strip of cloth nestled between his brawny buttocks. Other than that, the big mounds of his ass were completely bare.

"Wh--what is--" Asuma flushed furiously, and tried to cover himself up. Not only was the skimpy fundoshi the only thing keeping his privates from open view, but the thing was also a couple sizes too small. He could see his cock and balls mashing up against the fabric, straining the thing. If he wasn't careful, he'd literally burst out of his underwear.

"Heh!" Zabuza openly laughed at the man. "Don't worry about it. At least you've got something covering your man-bits. Some men show up here not wearing a stitch."

"What kind of place is this!?" Asuma asked. He tried to adjust his sash to it would help cover his crotch--either that or some of the firm flesh of his butt-- but it wouldn't stratch that far.

"I told you. It's like it's designed by pervs. You should see some of the shit that goes down around here," Zabuza said easily. He stretched himself out, flexing out his toned body. A glint came into his eyes as he regarded the burly Jounin. "I wouldn't pull that thing anymore or you're gonna rip it, fella. Not like you're likely to have much to cover up anyway."

"Well, I--" Asuma kept tugging at his sash--until he stopped. "Wait, what? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Heh, nothing much," Zabuza said, leering right through his face-cover. "I just haven't met a leaf-nin yet who had a dick bigger than their thumb."

Asuma scowled at the other man. "Not that it should matter to you, but I've got a lady back home who says I'm the biggest she's ever had."

"Pah, like you can trust what a woman says when it comes to that."

Asuma swallowed angrily. Normally, Asuma wasn't the type to get into this sort of . . . pissing contest. Bearded, gruff voiced, and hairy chested, he'd always been secure in his own masculinity. But right now Asuma was recently deceased, disoriented, mostly naked, and fresh out of smokes. Plus, Zabuza had just insulted Kurenai. That pissed Asuma off.

"Like you're one to talk," he said. "That big blade there? Looks like you're compensating."

"Oh really?" Zabuza said, laying one hand on the hilt of the sword, and his other on the sizeable bulge in his speedo. "I've got two swords right here, leafy. And I've cleaved just as many bodies in half with one as the other."

Rolling his eyes, Asuma just snorted.

Zabuza laughed. "Alright, you want to put your dick where your mouth is? Let's do this."

"Huh? What are you--" Asuma's eyes grew wide as Zabuza moved to pull down his speedo. In a moment the underwear was slipped to just below the man's ball-sack, and his hands were wrapped around the hard tool that'd been trapped inside. The thing really was big! Long and thick, and now steadily growing larger as Zabuza started stroking himself off.

"What're you waiting for, man?" Zabuza leered, stroke-stroke-stroking. "Prove your big tough manliness, heh."

"I--I don't need to prove anything to you . . ." Asuma grumbled, trying not to look at the man beating off right in front of him. But despite himself, he couldn't help but sneak glances in. Zabuza's hard muscles, flexing in the cloudy light. His back curving as his pelvis thrust forward into his hand. The tight globes of his ass, clenched up.

With an embarassed start, Asuma realized his own cock was rising too now, while he watched the other man.

Zabuza smirked, noticing Asuma's growing bulge. "Looks like you're gonna participate whether you like it or not, huh?"

"Sh--shit . . ." Asuma muttered, trying to will his member down. But his cock just kept growing the more he stared. And he was staring a lot, now. The head of his dick was easily apparent grinding up against the inside of his pouch, and their was a wet spot forming where pre-cum was leaking out.

"Hehh . . . look at you. You're hornier than a teenage genin in heat, and all just from watching me jerk my meat," Zabuza mocked. "But I'm not turned on all the way yet. Here, lemme . . ." and then he turned so his ass faced Asuma. Still solidy stroking his dick with one hand, he moved his other to his rear and began actually fingering his own ass. "Ooh, yeah, that's good," he muttered.

That was it. Asuma couldn't take any more--and neither could his straining underwear. With a loud rip, the fundoshi burst apart, and his beefy slab of a cock swung into the air. Naked and moaning with need, he immediately wrapped his hand around it and began pumping for all he was worth.

"Yeah! Now we'll see who's really got the biggest cock in the afterlife," Zabuza said, chuckling.

"Ahhhr . . . shut up," Asuma said, groaning and red-faced with embarrassment.

Zabuza laughed and kept up his fingering. "And whoever loses . . ." he said, ". . . has gotta pay the penalty . . ."

Several minutes later, the two men were ready to measure up. Standing just inches apart, they pressed their hard lengths of cock up against each other. Asuma flushed again as his cock squirted out another shot of precum, while it rubbed against Zabuza's. The mist-nin leered down at their two dicks.

"Looks like I win," Zabuza said.

"Just in length," Asuma grumbled, "Mine is a lot thicker . . ."

"Yeah, but who the fuck measure cocks in widths?" Zabuza said. "Face it, you lose. And now it's time to pay the price."

"What do you mean, price?" Asuma asked warily.

"I mean, this," Zabuza reached around the man and gripped a hairy, muscled bun. "You're getting plowed, fella."

"What!? You never said anything about--" but before Asuma could even finish, Zabuza quickly formed a hand-seal. "Modified Water Prison-Jutsu!"
Suddenly a surge of liquid spiralled around the big man. Before he could react, it twisted tight around his chest and arms, trapping them against his body. He struggled and cursed, flexing his big muscles, but the liquid didn't behave like normal water. It felt more like stretchy gel, and he couldn't break free of the stuff.

Before he knew it, he fell on his back with a groan--and there Zabuza was, forcing apart his thighs. His beefy butt felt the mist-nin's rough finger pushing into it. "Rrrrhg! Stop!" he said, twisting, and clenching his ass-cheeks around the violation.

"Ahh, nice and tight. This ass is fucking virgin territory, ain't it," Zabuza asked, pushing in and out with that finger, before adding in another. "Gonna enjoy breaking this bear in."

"Ahh, you bastard--!" Asuma groaned as the man started scissoring his fingers back and forth, stretching apart his asshole.

"Heh, yeah. Like I said, it gets boring around here. Not much to do but screw each other," Zabuza said. He took his fingers out, leaving Asuma panting on his back in relief. Then he stiffened again. Zabuza's thick cock had settled at his entrance.

"H-hey, you're not really going to use that thing on me . . ." Asuma grimaced, still straining against the stuff glued around his upper body.

"Heh, I'm not?" he asked, and shoved in.

"Ahh--fuck!" Asuma moaned.

"Now, I could use one of my water jutsus to lube my dick up, and make it a lot easier on you, but . . ." Zabuza started thrusting in and out with his hips, "I like it rough."

"Ahhhnn!" Asuma groaned, feeling that big cock raping his asshole, ripping his insides apart. He helplessly writhed in his watery bondage.

In the afterlife for under half an hour, and Asuma was already getting butt-fucked by a ruthless, muscled top. This really was Bara Heaven.