Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 15: Formula P-31

When Ibiki returned to the bedroom, clean, naked, and dry, Sai was gone from his bed. He focused and looked for Sai’s chakra, relaxing as he sensed it close. He put a hand down on the spot where he’d lay Sai down and found it was still warm. A desire to lie down and sniff the sheet and just feel the heat from Sai’s body popped in his head, which he automatically quashed for a second before consciously deciding that the time for suppression wasn’t now. He slid in the sheets, sensuously stretching and moving his body, feeling where the warmth shifted to coolness. He rolled over and wiggled on the sheets to feel the warmth on the front of his body, pushing his head into the sheet and sniffing.

Despite having giving in to sensual impulses, Ibiki’s normal alertness wasn’t dulled, and when he heard Sai at the bedroom door, he didn’t move. “If you like the smell of that sheet, I’ve got one you’ll like better in my pack. A helpful ANBU nin left it on my desk at work.”

Ibiki rolled over onto what was already in his mind “his” side of the bed and then let himself be distracted by looking at Sai’s naked body. “You are going to be lethal as an interrogator soon. Your body is the ultimate distraction.”

Sai shook his head in disagreement as he stood at the foot of the bed. He leaped up and gracefully landed on the bed over Ibiki, balanced on his hands and knees. Ibiki’s hands reached up and caressed Sai’s face before sliding down to his neck and shoulders. “I meant it all,” Ibiki said, his voice husky and sensual.

Sai smiled down into his face, immediately knowing Ibiki was talking about the words of love he’d spoken the night before. “So did I,” he said, “so don’t think I’m going to let you go out with other men or women. And don’t think I’m letting you go to sleep yet, either. You’re going to give me a lesson, Sensei, a lesson in what turns you on, what most arouses you, what spots make you weak with desire.”

Ibiki lifted his hands from Sai’s shoulders and put them behind his head. His pose was relaxed as if he was completely indifferent to his own nakedness or that of the man above him. “Now why would I give you the keys to my body?” he asked in a calm, mildly surprised tone that to Sai was a tad too convincing.

“Because you’ve already given me the key to your heart, so it’s in your own interest to get some physical pleasure too,” said Sai, ruthlessly getting right to the point.

“Hmmm, but what if I don’t know the answers?” said Ibiki in that same tone.

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll have to put my training into practice then,” said Sai. “Well, huh, if I need to find out the impact of a particular touch, I need to limit the response range. Hmm, I guess I need to tie you up. You’re a wily one, so I’m going to have to add chakra bindings too.” Sai wasn’t serious—he doubted that someone who had undergone so much torture would submit to being bound. He was hoping that Ibiki would relent a bit and help Sai learn to pleasure him—it bothered Sai to be less than expert at something, and he was the one who had just recently lost his virginity. But as he looked at his more experienced lover’s face, Sai was startled to see a sudden flare of what didn’t look like fear or anger, but desire. Sai lowered his gaze and the sight of Ibiki’s erect nipples and cock confirmed it—oh my, Ibiki was turned on by the thought of Sai restraining him.

Sai licked his lips and said, “I can see you want to do this the hard way, lover. Your famous iron control seems to be slipping a bit.”

“My lover wants to please me so bad, he’s threatening me—why wouldn’t I be hard?” said Ibiki blandly.

Sai grinned at Ibiki’s calm response. That was Ibiki—even with his cock twitching, he could play mind games so well that the twenty-year-old wasn’t even sure if he was reading his older lover correctly. Well, there was a way to find out . . .

When he returned to the room, he had the sheet they’d been sleeping on when the alarm went off in his hands with his little surprise hidden inside it. Ibiki hadn’t moved. Sai sat on the side of the bed and leaned over Ibiki, putting the spot of the sheet under his nose that smelled the most. Ibiki took a deep sniff, and that was when Sai injected him with the stolen syringe of truth serum. To his shock, when Ibiki jerked up his arm to see the injection, he just started laughing and didn’t force it out. Sai took advantage and gave him the whole dose.

“Well, well, kohai, I see you are learning from your senpai.”

“Hai, senpai!”

“So what’s in store for me? I won’t be able to use my chakra to escape your bonds?”

Sai shook his head no.

“I’m going to fall asleep, and you’ll have your wicked way with me?”

“What fun is that?”

“You want me to have an endless erection?”

Sai laughed, saying, “No, how would that help me learn what you like?”

“Oh—I’m going to tell you the truth, aren’t I?”

“Hai, senpai!”

“What a little thief you are! What else did you take?”

“Oh you know how the rhyme goes, senpai, don’t you? Four-eighty-one, we have no fun; Four-eighty-two, supply is screwed; Four-eight-three, cowards flee; Four-eighty-four, blood on the floor; Four-eighty—“

“I hate that fucking rhyme!”

“Ok, that’s nice. Now let’s talk about what you like. Why don’t we start with you telling me about your masturbation fantasies?”

“No way, Sai,” said Ibiki.

“That’s what you say now, Ibiki, but you mixed that syringe yourself.”

“Oh, shit, I’m fucked.”

“Only if that’s a fantasy, Ibiki. Is that what you think about—being tied up and fucked?”

Ibiki didn’t say anything but started to get that detached look of a person resisting interrogation.

“Hey, stop that—this isn’t a real interrogation, silly! I know you can resist this if you try, but do you really want to? Let me tell you some of my fantasies, and then you can tell me yours, baby,” said Sai. He leaned down and kissed Ibiki. Then he began licking and kissing his scars. “I’ve wanted to do this—I want to lick each scar, kiss each one, learn every inch of your body, learn the patterns on your skin. I want to learn to lick your cock as well as you can lick mine—you are amazing, Biki-chan. You make me think I have a tiny little cock because how else could it be completely inside your mouth and throat? Do you have any gag reflex at all?”

“They tortured it out of me.”

“Does it bother you when you suck me?”

“No, I’m happy I can please you, Sai—especially if I can watch your face when I suck you. When you cum, you look so passionate, so emotional—and you’re you—you’re Sai, the man of no emotions. I make you look like that, god, it’s such a fucking high.”

“And you’re, Ibiki, Iron Ibiki—and I can make you lose control and blush—yeah, that is a rush.”

“You’re so beautiful. You expose your belly and lower back—god, when you first showed up at my door dressed like that all I could think was how they were made to be smeared with sperm, how I want to spray my cum all over your stomach and back and watch it run across that pale, pale flesh. That’s what got me so hard.”

“So you like to think about spraying me with cum—how about my face—do you want to spray my face with a load of hot, white jizz?”

“Yes, I want to do that.”

“Do you want me to do that? Do you want my cum on these cheeks, these lips, this neck, this chest, these nipples?”

“Yeah, I want that.”

“You want to be the center of a circle jerk?”

“Yeah, I want a circle of guys jerking off around me, cum spraying me, covering me, coating me. I want them to fuck me one after another, filling me with so much sperm it just runs down my legs till I’m standing in a pool of cum that leaked out of my ass. I want to lay on a table, cock in my ass, cock in my throat, cocks spraying on me, ass-fucked, face-fucked, a slut for anybody’s use. And then I want to fuck you covered with that cum, dripping with cum, force you to take it from the slutty whore that I am, to want me so much you’ll bend over and beg me for it. But I won’t share you. All mine, only mine. You’re pure, not like me. I’m just a dirty thing—“

“Yeah, and I’m going to fuck you, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. You’re bent over a table, so you can’t stop me. I’m spraying my cum on your back, on your ass. I’m going stand in line and push into that cum-filled fuckhole of yours and add my own. Then I’ll watch you getting fucked till I get hard again and get back in line to fuck you again. Maybe this time I’ll fuck your mouth, and you won’t be able to do anything about it cause some guys are pounding your ass and there’s four other guys jerking off around you who will hold you down, who will hold your legs and arms if you struggle. You can cry, but your tears will just mix with the cum on your face.”

Ibiki was now bucking up against Sai, panting and moaning.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, now, Ibiki, tell me,” ordered Sai as he lubed up his fingers.

“You’re counting, you’re counting the men that fuck me. For everyone, you’re going to punish me. You’re going to put a cock ring on me and clamp my nipples and give me a spank for every guy that fucked my face, that fucked my ass. You’ll put me over your lap and spank me. When you get hard, you’ll stop and make me suck you off. But when I do, you’ll put me back over your lap, still not letting me cum. You’ll even spank me for the times you fucked me with the others. You’ll spank me till I sob and beg to cum. Then you’ll put a vibrator in me until it’s too dangerous to keep me from cumming because you want me functioning, want me undamaged. Then you'll put me down on a table face up and take the vibrator out and the cock ring off. And you'll fuck me just like you did last night. And you'll tell me you’re keeping me, and that I belong to you . . .”

Sai pulled his hand out of Ibiki’s ass and slapped that scarred face. “You are mine, and I shouldn’t have to tell you, fuckhole!” He jerked Ibiki’s legs up and thrust in. “You’re right I’m going to fuck you good and hard for what you’ve done. But let me tell you this, you put this cock in another man’s mouth or another man’s ass, you will suffer.” Sai grabbed Ibiki’s dripping cock and squeezed. “Mine! You let anyone of those guys fucking your ass, fucking your face, spraying their cum on you, so much as touch it—I’ll—you tell me, Ibiki, what will I do?”

“No, no, it’s all yours, Sai, all yours,” sobbed Ibiki, tears running down his face. “Please, please, Sai,” he begged.

A part of Sai was shocked that he didn’t soften, didn’t lose his erection, that the sight of his lover crying turned him on. He thrust in hard and ordered, “Tell me what you feel about me, tell me.”

“I love you!”

“Louder, slut!”

“I love you, I love you!” shouted Ibiki as he came violently.

His cum flew up and hit Sai in the face, and Sai snarled, “I’m going to spank you for that, slut!” Ibiki only came harder, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets and his body flushed dark red.

“Fuck!” cried Sai as he too came and collapsed down on Ibiki. So what if that was one of the shortest fucks in history? He was feeling incredibly satiated, dazed at the extremeness of Ibiki’s fantasy when Ibiki started to cry again. Sai felt a wash of guilt and began to kiss Ibiki, saying, “Baby, please don’t cry, please don’t cry. Tell me why you’re crying—tell me.”

“You hate me because I’m twisted, because I’m crying, I’m weak, I’m sick. You won’t be my boyfriend.”

Sai almost laughed—it was so unbelievable! “Ibiki, baby, you’re not weak! I love being your lover, your boyfriend, your man. You’re mine, Biki-chan, remember? I love every twisted sick thing you said tonight—you made Jiraiya sound like a kid’s author. I don’t hate you—I could never hate my first lover, my only lover!”

“You gave me the P-31 didn’t you, Sai?” said Ibiki still crying.

“Yes, is that bad?”

“It makes me depressed and cry,” said Ibiki. “I can’t take it, I can’t take it like a man. If you gave me the P-40, I wouldn’t be crying,” sobbed Ibiki.

“Well, then, aren’t you silly for worrying? Go ahead and cry, baby. Cry for something real though. Cry for everyone you’ve love or respected who’s died. Don’t cry for over things that aren’t true.”

“Bibi’s dead!” sobbed Ibiki.

“Who’s Bibi, baby?” asked Sai.

“My dog, Idate’s and my dog.”

“When did he die, Ibiki?”

“When I was thirteen, he died, he died and didn’t come back,” sobbed Ibiki.

“Here, baby, cry into this,” said Sai, pushing the dirty sheet from last night into Ibiki’s hands. He grabbed another part of it and wiped off his face before standing. Well, even with the crying jags, this was worth it—good god—was he going to be man enough to handle Ibiki? And an Ibiki that wanted lots of men—and an Ibiki who was going to be asked out by every slut in town?

As Sai stroked Ibiki’s head and shoulders, he found himself distracted by the odd beauty of Ibiki’s tears—the vulnerability in his face, the way his body curled and shook seeming bizarrely childlike. He frowned and then went to grab his sketchbook. It probably wasn’t the most compassionate thing to do, but then he wasn’t like most people. He was Sai.

He sketched.