Between Friends

Between Friends by Hesia

Warning: This is a pretty bad one folks--Lemon, Anal, Slave, SMDB, D/s, Violence, Langauge, Humil, borderline Scat, and it takes place in a religious building--a shrine. If any of that upsets you, stop reading now, and keep your eyes and mind pure.

Chapter 12: The Shrine

As Shikamaru and Kotetsu were finally getting closer to the monks’ temple, Shikamaru started to drop back. He wanted to make sure he was behind Kotetsu when they got near the little shrine. Kotetsu didn’t seem to care where Shikamaru was walking. His head hung down, and he seemed lost in thought.

`Well, hell, he sure has a lot of thinking to do,’ thought Shika, `Cripes—that takes balls what he did, pretending to be Ino to fool around with your best friend.’ Annoyingly, Chouji’s face popped into Shikamaru’s mind. He knew how to replicate Ino even better than Kotetsu. He had trained hard to be able to recreate his teammate perfectly, so in battle the whole team could use such deceptions to confuse the enemy. He pictured himself as Ino seducing Chouji. The whole idea both excited him and made him feel sick, dirty, and unworthy.

And his damn erection was back.

Shikamaru let himself feel angry and blame Kotetsu. A part of him knew he was being unreasonable, but he let himself give into illogic. He had been carrying a lantern, but with the moonlight, he hadn’t bother to light it. When the little shrine finally came into view, he lit the lantern. Kotetsu paid no attention and didn’t comment on it, still lost in his own thoughts. It was ridiculously easy for Shikamaru to activate his shadow bind jutsu, effortlessly capturing Kotetsu. The shadow master walked to the shrine, forcing Kotetsu to walk the same way as well. Each gesture Shikamaru did, Kotetsu was forced to imitate under the control of the genius nin’s shadow.

Kotetsu, if he was as alert as he had been earlier that day, certainly wouldn’t have been caught this easily. `I’m lucky he’s so distracted, or this plan wouldn’t have worked. But even so, why isn’t he yelling at me this time?’ wondered Shikamaru as he forced Kotetsu into the shrine. Once both of them stood in the small little shelter, Shikamaru used his jutsu to undress both of them. Amazingly Kotetsu remained silent and didn’t say anything. When Shikamaru and Kotetsu at last stood naked on the bare dirt floor, the shadow-controlling nin released his prisoner.

Kotetsu turned around, still wearing his face bandage, since Shikamaru hadn’t had one to remove. His dark eyes looked furious, and the lantern’s light made the spikes of his hair cast eerie, long pointed shadows on the stone walls of the little building. The light of Shikamaru’s lantern made their nudity and mutual arousal impossible to ignore. Shikamaru couldn’t help but smile at the evidence of Kotetsu’s sexual interest. He had been a little worried about that given he watched the tall ninja ejaculate about an hour ago.

Kotetsu saw the shadow master’s smile and angrily said, “Don’t smile. You’ve had it easy so far. But if you try to get me to kiss you, to jack you off, or blow you, you’re in for a fight. And you hate hard work, don’t you Shikamaru? What’s that you are always saying? Oh, yea, `It’s troublesome.’ Well, you try to fuck me, and I’ll give you troublesome like you’ve never seen it before, you asshole!”

Shikamaru sighed, saying, “I don’t want to force you to do anything Kotetsu. But I do want you, and I don’t want to show up at a temple with a boner. I drove your lover away, and I am really sorry about that. I think you two make a great couple, and I hope Izumo forgives you soon. I wouldn’t have told him about your pretending to be Ino if I’d known he didn’t know.”

Kotetsu didn’t say anything, but just stared hard at Shikamaru. His anger didn’t surprise Shika, but what Shika did next stunned Kotetsu.

Shikamaru knelt down and bowed deeply to Kotetsu. With his head still down, he said, “This humble slave is sorry for having angered his master. He offers you his body to use as you see fit until the honored Izumo-sama looks on master with love again. What I did was wrong, Master, and I beg you to punish me as you see fit.”

The silence as he stared down at the dirt floor and waited was painful. Shikamaru could hear his heartbeat, feel the blood pulsing in him, particularly in his ears and erect penis. He wanted so badly to start stroking his cock, but he knew that if he could just be patient, he might have so much more. From the sounds Izumo had been making on this mission, the sex would be well worth the waiting.

When Kotetsu finally broke his silence, it was not fun to listen to. The string of curses and foul names he called Shikamaru was quite extensive, and, frankly Shikamaru admitted, impressive. He’d never told anyone, “Bugs eating week-old shit have better judgment than you,” and he filed that phrase in his memory since it might come in handy when he was working with academy rookies.

Finally Kotetsu seemed to run out of verbal inventiveness or maybe his throat was just sore from all the shouting. Then he told Shika, “I’m going to whip your naked ass ten times with my leather belt. And you are to be silent and quiet. You can cry tears if you want, but no sounds. For every sound you make, I whip your cock with the belt. Then you will thank me and kiss my hands and feet. Stand up and bend over before me, Slave.” Shika felt himself blush bright red, but he stood, turned around so his back was to the angry nin, and bent down.

“Legs about a foot apart, hands down on the ground,” Kotetsu ordered.

Shikamaru moved to comply. His erect cock now was not touching his legs, and he missed the stimulation of the hairs on his upper thighs. He felt vulnerable and excited. He’d never willing put himself in such a position before.

The first blow of the belt was horribly, horribly painful, but Shikamaru had no trouble being quiet. He knew it was going to get worse before it got better. The second and third blows made him bite his lip to stay quiet and recite in his mind almost every curse his knew.

The fourth blow felt as if the belt was on fire when it hit his sore ass. Shikamaru tried to focus on his breathing, the way he was trained to when undergoing torture by the enemy. The fifth blow was low, partially on his thighs. Shikamaru felt grateful—the middle of his buttocks hurt so badly that to be hit somewhere else was a relief.

The six blow was high on his butt checks, partially on his lower back. Shikamaru tried to feel grateful, but he never realized how much more sensitive to pain that part of his body was. He ground his teeth together, telling himself, “You can do this, you can endure this, that was six, only four more to go.”

Kotetsu wasn’t continuing. Shikamaru was both happy and terrified that the belt was no longer flying through the air.

“Beg me to continue, Slave,” said Kotetsu.

Shikamaru almost bolted at that point. No! How could he ask for more? It was so painful now, so humiliating, and so, so thrilling. His cock jumped up and down, urging him to let Kotetsu keep going, and the thrill of excitement that was there despite the pain seemed to promise so much. And Kotetsu was in control: he was the one with the whip, and the one with the cock that made men moan with pleasure. The thought of that cock entering, taking him, made Shikamaru feel both guilty and gleeful. He had to please this man; he had to experience what it was that made a strong man like Izumo sob with pleasure. He licked his lips and said, “Your slave thanks his master for this pain, this horrible pain. Thank you, master, I deserve this punishment. Please, master, finish your punishment. You slave wants you to be pleased, wants you to use him and take your pleasure from him.”

Blows seven and eight sliced into the center of the pain on his ass, making Shikamaru flinch, but he still didn’t cry out. Blow nine came on the same place, and Shikamaru could feel tears running down his cheeks. `Oh god, no, no, I can’t have him beat my cock, I must stay quiet.’

Blow ten was different. The belt hit his body perpendicular to the way it had before, striking him all along the crack between his two painful, sore butt cheeks. The end of the belt hit his balls, and the pain was savage, immediate, and truly awful. Shikamaru’s tears were coming down so fast now, and his need to sob was so strong, that he had to hold his mouth open, so he could breathe and prevent himself from sniveling. He hadn’t felt this much pain or this alive in years.

He rarely had to fight hand-to-hand with his type of jutsus. In fact he could go months without a blow landing on him, months without the touch of another shinobi, without feeling his body so awake, so sensitive, so—he didn’t know. He just knew that normally he wasn’t aware of every inch of his ass from top to the bottom. He could feel the blood running through his buttocks; the air in the silent shrine seemed to be thick and heavy almost like a hand touching his sore flesh. He felt proud that he hadn’t made any noise, that he had taken each of the ten blows quietly and obediently. His heart beat faster with the hope that Kotetsu would now reward him with more sensation--only more pleasure than pain this time.

“Raise your head up,” said Kotetsu, and Shikamaru did. He had been trying to hold in the noise so much he didn’t notice his tormentor had walked around in front of him. Shika felt soft fingers on his cheeks, feeling his tears. “You can cry aloud now,” said Kotetsu.

Shikamaru didn’t want to, but he hurt so badly, it was a relief. He let out noisy sobs--embarrassingly, humiliatingly loud sobs. He could feel some snot dribbling out of his nose. His master wanted to hear his pain, to hear his humiliation. No man or woman had ever made Shikamaru cry from physical pain before, and it really wasn’t the pain in his ass that made the shadow-user cry so hard. It was that he wanted this pain, he had asked for it, he was pathetic and weak, just like his dad. There must be something wrong with the Nara men. `I’m just like my dad,’ thought Shika, sobbing, `I’m pathetic, loving the one who hurts me, humiliates me, orders me around as if I am nothing.’

Then a soft handkerchief was wiping his face, his nose. He managed to stop the sobbing and tried to get his breathing to normal. Oh god, his ass hurt so bad, but to be consoled like a young child, to have his tears wiped away as if he was five or six—it was humiliating! But then he felt a cold touch on his buttocks. He gasped, but managed not to cry out or speak. Kotetsu had spread some lotion on his hands and was soothing it into Shikamaru’s sore butt cheeks. The cold lotion and soft touch felt amazingly good. If the air itself had felt like a caress, the feel of cream and fingers, and the palm of two hands was heavenly. Oh god, the belt might be worth it, if it made a simple touch feel so amazingly intense, so pleasurable.

“Your silence and tears pleased me, Slave,” said Kotetsu. “You can now talk and thank me.”

“Thank you, Master, for the lotion, for your touch, your amazing touch. Thank you for making it feel so good,” started Shikamaru. The hands on his ass immediately stopped. He realized he was supposed to be thanking his master for pain not pleasure. “Thank you for the whipping, Master, for the pain. Thank you for each stroke of searing pain, each line of fire on my body,” he corrected himself. “Thank you for giving me what I deserved, Master,” he added in a shaky, small voice.

“Good slave,“ said Kotetsu, and Shikamaru felt his heart leap. “Now get back in the same position I beat you in.”

Shikamaru willingly complied. This was what he had wanted. He was offering his ass to be used by another man. He knew it might hurt, but he knew that it gave pleasure too. He was betting that Kotetsu’s lotion was going to be used to make sure he wasn’t torn and could get some pleasure from being fucked. He’d never had anything penetrate his ass before, but his anal muscles were already clenching and releasing, clenching and releasing in excitement and desire. He’d never expected to want this so much, so badly. But it felt so good to not have to do anything but obey, to be able to be lazy and do nothing unless told to. Even his usual feelings of guilt at wanting to sleep with a man were gone—he was forced to do this, he would be whipped again or worse if he didn’t obey. He must just feel and obey. Oh god, he wanted to obey, wanted to feel.

Then he felt a finger shove into him, and his muscles spasmed in a way that felt good. He moaned with pleasure and felt his cock leaping and twitching again. Then another finger, in and out, and oh, god, oh yes, oh, he was being penetrated, fucked by another man. He was being spread apart and filled. There was new pain, but it was a good pain, distracting him from the aches on his buttock, making him feel shockingly alive and alert. Then suddenly pleasure, oh god, pleasure like he’d never felt. He’d never imagined he could feel this good with nothing touching his penis at all. He cried out his pleasure, then struggled to be quiet, as Kotetsu started slowly stroking into him.

“You have pleased me, Slave, so you can make all the noise you want, but no talking, except to thank me,” said Kotetsu as he again slowly pulled back and then pushed forward.

His cock hit a place inside Shika that made him spasm in delight again, and this time Shikamaru let himself throw back his head and moan out his pleasure. The sounds seemed to stir up Kotetsu, who quickened his pace. Shikamaru understood completely now why Izumo couldn’t keep quiet when Kotetsu was fucking him. The feeling as that cock pushed inside then withdrew out, then slammed in hard was like nothing Shikamaru had ever felt—it was so much better than pushing his own cock inside someone else, man or woman.

He let himself make little cries of pleasure, whimper, and moan. He pushed his butt up eagerly to receive more of that cock, to take it deeper into him. He felt his ability to think was weakening, sliding away. Shikamaru’s mind was always thinking, always working—that’s why he was a genius. But now, he couldn’t have answered a basic question like, “What is your name?” He was nothing but his body, its throbbing, its aching, its burning, its pain, its pleasure.

Then Kotetsu began to cum in him, the liquid filling his ass, stretching it, and Kotetsu’s hand came around him and stroked at his cock. Then he too was cumming, helplessly spilling out his sperm on the dirt floor, being filled full with cum in his ass, his buttocks a mass of prickling, tingling sensation as Kotetsu’s skin ground against the red, tender areas beaten by the belt.

He couldn’t support himself, he was losing it, the sensation was making him unable to hold his own and Kotetsu’s weight. Shikamaru struggled to support himself as the waves of feeling shook through him, but then he just gave up and let himself fall forward. The ground slammed up to meet him, and Kotetsu’s weight crushed down on him. He screamed at the feel of his penis still pushing out sperm, crushed in Kotetsu’s hand, pinned between the ground and their heavy bodies. He had no control over his ass which was spasming, twitching, trying to force out the fluid, the cock, the shit, anything and everything from itself. Kotetsu’s orgasm had finished, but the waves of feeling making Shikamaru moan went on.

When Kotetsu suddenly pulled his cock out quickly from Shikamaru’s backside, the sudden removal of both his hand and cock sent new thrills through Shika’s body, and he cried out again. He tried to stop himself, but he felt himself helplessly shit out Kotetsu’s cum and everything else inside him. He had no control over his own ass, and even as he strained and tried to keep everything inside him he felt amazed at the pleasure swamping his senses.

Afterwards, he felt embarrassed and humiliated—he knew from having watched Kotetsu cum inside of Izumo that Izumo had held it all inside, hadn’t lost control of his bowels, hadn’t made a mess. He started to cry. He didn’t know how to feel, he didn’t want to look up, to have to return to reality, he didn’t know how he was supposed to pull himself to together and go to a temple for god’s sake. My god, he was in a shine, a holy shrine. He was going to burn in hell for this. His body shook again, and the feel of his penis rubbing in the dirt made another wave of pleasure go through him. He deserved to be beaten again.

“Dammit, Shika,” he heard Kotetsu say, “You supposed to take a shit before you get fucked, not afterwards. You should have told me, stupid. You better clean that up; this is a god-damn shrine. I can just see the monks’ faces in the morning when they come to bring fresh flowers—“ at this point Kotetsu started laughing so hard, he snorted like a pig. Even Shika had to smile at the picture Kotetsu painted.

“I’ll clean it up; I’m sorry; it was my first time,” he said, carefully getting up on his hands and knees and moving away to look at the mess he’d made.

“Dammit, stop making me jealous. Why am I always the one giving it, not getting it?” snapped Kotetsu.

“I’d be happy to fuck you any time you want,” offered Shika as he crawled over to his clothes and gear to get something to clean himself and the floor with.

“I’m saving myself for Izumo, fuckhead; I don’t want your incompetent ass giving it to me, I want his incompetent ass doing it.”

“He’s pretty fucking mad, now. God, tell me, how far did your Ino get with him?” Shika asked before he thought about it.

Kotetsu threw a shoe at him and growled, “None of your god-damn business, Slave! Now shut up and clean up!”

Shikamaru laughed, “The slave’s gone Kotetsu—and I’m sure you’re going to get it worse than you just gave it to me soon. Izumo is seriously going to beat on you at some point.”

Kotetsu made a sound that was definitely one of anticipation, not trepidation. “I sincerely hope so, Shikamaru—he’s perfect when he’s mad. Oh, god, cripes, I cannot be getting another erection, no way.”

Shikamaru laughed even harder. It felt good to laugh and let himself suppress the feelings of guilt and sin. He felt sore but wonderful. He knew he would be dreaming of what happened in this little shrine for the rest of his life. It didn’t matter that he ached, that his clothes were a bit smelly and dirty from the mission, and he of course had to clean up the damn floor. Oh, yeah, and still walk to the temple and face the embarrassment of asking for shelter in the middle of the night. He’d much rather just wait outside, sitting on the hard stone temple compound steps through the rest of the night. But Asuma was team leader, and it had to be done.

“You want to dig a hole for me a bit out back to bury the evidence?” asked Shika.

“Sure,” said Kotetsu moving out into the moonlit night.

When both of them had dressed, and the shrine was restored to order, Shika felt odd. He didn’t want to leave the shrine. He felt ashamed at how he had acted in a holy place but strangely happy and peaceful. To his surprise, Kotetsu bowed down and knelt in prayer. Suddenly Shikamaru found himself wanting to pray, too. He knelt beside the man who had beaten and taken him. His heart was humbled and confused. He let himself turn to god for comfort.

He was still lost in his prayers when Kotetsu’s arm touched his shoulder, “Asuma’s coming down the road,” whispered Kotetsu.

Shikamaru sighed and stood up, “Well, prayers won’t help us now. Let’s go meet him.” The two ninja nodded at each other and moved out.

The moonlight spilled into the quiet shrine, long after they had gone. The shine was now still and actually cleaner than when the men had first entered it. In the offering bowl on the altar was enough money to buy candles and flowers for the little shine for months to come. Of course, the monks made their own candles and grew their own flowers, so the money would likely end up being given to the local poor and needy. For several days, the monks would say prayers to ask for blessings on the mysterious visitor who had cleaned the shine and left such a generous offering. “God works in mysterious ways,” they would say to each other, never imagining how truly strange were the actions that led to the simple wood bowl being filled with so many valuable coins.