The Price of Love
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
23
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1,357
Reviews:
7
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Chapter 9
Watching my fifteen year old son being raped, was the hardest thing I ever done. Harder even more as it was his own half-brother f*cking him. His mother was raped and shot execution style earlier. The boy was raped in a sea of blood. His mother’s blood.
This was the last video I was sent. With the beaten up but still alive body of Minato. I never got to see Tsuande again. Alive or dead. I couldn’t even go to her grave. Hell, they didn’t even give her a grave.
“Her ashes was thrown in to the tip. That all she deserved”
Words on a piece of paper – funny how a small piece of thin crap can break a man’s heart.
This happened when there was a take over in the Yukuza. Hiashi Hyuga was a violent boy at thirtheen. He had orchestrated his father’s death and had sauntred into the main house and his mother’s bedroom with four of his muscles – the men that do the dirty for him.
He had a visitor for her. Someone that was dear to her. Someone that she had rejected him for The real son she loved compared to the son she had neglected.
True that Tsuande would send hours, helping the orphange out. Spending as much time as she could with Minato, but never was she allowed to call him ‘son’, and he knows her simply as the nice woman that plays with him all the time.
She spent so much time with him, and dread to go home to an abusive husband and a boy she could not bring herself to love.
A boy deprived of love, for his father didn’t give a damn about him, he was too hung up with anger and hatred. His love became a prison of pure hatred trapping a innocent woman within those walls.
And what did I do?
Nothing.
I did not go with my gun in hand, marching up to those walls and reclaimed what was mine.
And I regreted that to this very day. It was the one mistake that I could never forgive myself, that and allowing Naruto to come to a sad end by same type of people was another.
Life was like a cycle that never end.
On the 15th Feburary 1991, Hiashi Hguya took over the family business, and set on a war path of pain and only by a faithful informant did my son manage to escape, smuggled out half alive, and this was what was given to me…a tape and a letter two days later.
“Hiashi! Why are you doing this? He’s your half brother! It’s wrong!” screamed a hysterical Tsuande.
“So what, mother? What do I care? After all I’m going do the same to you, and then send it to your detective lover. Wouldn’t that be fun, dearest mother?” purred Hiashi, excited that at last he had his revenge, and he could finally have the object of his lust….who cares it was his half brother?
“The only difference mother, is you be following your husband down to hell, where you belong. And him? He will stay here and be my sex toy….I will make his hole a slut for my c*ck. I want you in hell to even hear him moan cry for more, beg to be slammed into and whither with pleasure as I shove my penis in his naughty anus.”
“No!”
“So even now, you care for him more…(she had took hold of his jacket, he responded with slapping her hand away, and move his head down to face her as he gripped her tangled hair)…well he is mine to do what I want….and see there? (he points to all the vibrators and the c*ck rings, and other assorted sex toys) are all the fun toys I be using on him, and of course mother all you get is me f*cking you till you bleed….wouldn’t you like that? After all you had another man f*ck you without him being your husband. You’re a slut that would let any male stick his thing in your virgina isnt that right? (he tugged at her hair)”
In the background tied from the ceiling by a rope that tied his hands together, was young Minato. Naked like the day he was born. He had already been given a pleasure drug. A capsule – blue and white, shoved up his anus.
“Oh look, our guest is finally awake”
He shoved her hard away.
“Wakey, wakey dear brother. Mother is waiting to say goodbye to you.”
With that, he slided his hands down the milky white thighs of the boy he should be calling brother.
“Now, the fun beginning ne….Mother open your eyes closely and watch your eldest get molested by his younger brother….of course I spare you the rape scene. After all I need your blood to give his father a dramatic effect now, won’t I ?”
This was the last video I was sent. With the beaten up but still alive body of Minato. I never got to see Tsuande again. Alive or dead. I couldn’t even go to her grave. Hell, they didn’t even give her a grave.
“Her ashes was thrown in to the tip. That all she deserved”
Words on a piece of paper – funny how a small piece of thin crap can break a man’s heart.
This happened when there was a take over in the Yukuza. Hiashi Hyuga was a violent boy at thirtheen. He had orchestrated his father’s death and had sauntred into the main house and his mother’s bedroom with four of his muscles – the men that do the dirty for him.
He had a visitor for her. Someone that was dear to her. Someone that she had rejected him for The real son she loved compared to the son she had neglected.
True that Tsuande would send hours, helping the orphange out. Spending as much time as she could with Minato, but never was she allowed to call him ‘son’, and he knows her simply as the nice woman that plays with him all the time.
She spent so much time with him, and dread to go home to an abusive husband and a boy she could not bring herself to love.
A boy deprived of love, for his father didn’t give a damn about him, he was too hung up with anger and hatred. His love became a prison of pure hatred trapping a innocent woman within those walls.
And what did I do?
Nothing.
I did not go with my gun in hand, marching up to those walls and reclaimed what was mine.
And I regreted that to this very day. It was the one mistake that I could never forgive myself, that and allowing Naruto to come to a sad end by same type of people was another.
Life was like a cycle that never end.
On the 15th Feburary 1991, Hiashi Hguya took over the family business, and set on a war path of pain and only by a faithful informant did my son manage to escape, smuggled out half alive, and this was what was given to me…a tape and a letter two days later.
“Hiashi! Why are you doing this? He’s your half brother! It’s wrong!” screamed a hysterical Tsuande.
“So what, mother? What do I care? After all I’m going do the same to you, and then send it to your detective lover. Wouldn’t that be fun, dearest mother?” purred Hiashi, excited that at last he had his revenge, and he could finally have the object of his lust….who cares it was his half brother?
“The only difference mother, is you be following your husband down to hell, where you belong. And him? He will stay here and be my sex toy….I will make his hole a slut for my c*ck. I want you in hell to even hear him moan cry for more, beg to be slammed into and whither with pleasure as I shove my penis in his naughty anus.”
“No!”
“So even now, you care for him more…(she had took hold of his jacket, he responded with slapping her hand away, and move his head down to face her as he gripped her tangled hair)…well he is mine to do what I want….and see there? (he points to all the vibrators and the c*ck rings, and other assorted sex toys) are all the fun toys I be using on him, and of course mother all you get is me f*cking you till you bleed….wouldn’t you like that? After all you had another man f*ck you without him being your husband. You’re a slut that would let any male stick his thing in your virgina isnt that right? (he tugged at her hair)”
In the background tied from the ceiling by a rope that tied his hands together, was young Minato. Naked like the day he was born. He had already been given a pleasure drug. A capsule – blue and white, shoved up his anus.
“Oh look, our guest is finally awake”
He shoved her hard away.
“Wakey, wakey dear brother. Mother is waiting to say goodbye to you.”
With that, he slided his hands down the milky white thighs of the boy he should be calling brother.
“Now, the fun beginning ne….Mother open your eyes closely and watch your eldest get molested by his younger brother….of course I spare you the rape scene. After all I need your blood to give his father a dramatic effect now, won’t I ?”