Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 16: The Vacation, Morning One

When Ibiki unsealed the door the next morning as Sai made breakfast, he wasn’t surprised to find mail left on the doormat—what was unexpected was the amount of mail. Ibiki grabbed it all and headed into the kitchen. “Look at this—no one wants to talk to us when things are going right,” grumbled Ibiki. “Now that we’ve fucked up, everyone wants their chance to rub it in.”

Sai didn’t turn around, but internally he was a little surprised how dense the normally brilliant Ibiki was being. He knew what those letters would be—invitations for Ibiki—invitations that anyone but Ibiki would know were designed to lure him into bed. Fuck, that video was already making the rounds.

“Here’s some for you,” said Ibiki.

At that, Sai laughed and said, “Open them and read them, will you?”

“Why are you laughing?” asked Ibiki.

“Just read them.”

“Ok, well, this is from Kiba. `Hey Sai, I heard you are on vacation. I’d love to look at your sketches some time this week. Let me know where and when. See Ya, Kiba.’”

“Sketches,” said Sai with a snort.

“Ah, this is from Neji. `Sai, At your last party, you expressed an interest in Diver’s scallop suishi. I know a great place that serves that and would be happy to treat you when you have the time. Sorry to hear about the trouble with the new job. I hope to see you soon, Yours, Neji.’ Diver’s scallops? You like them?”

“I’ve never heard of them before,” said Sai, bringing breakfast over to the table.

“This is from Ino. `Dear Sai, I’d be happy to take you out this week during your vacation. Are you free Tuesday or Wednesday? I can show you a great time, Yours, Ino-chan.’”

“Hag,” said Sai.

“Here,” said Ibiki tossing the opened letters along with two others at Sai. Sai looked at the pile still in front of Ibiki—there were at least twenty letters there. But Ibiki didn’t reach for any of them, but just said, “So, it looks like you’ll be having a lot of fun this week. You have more friends than you think.”

Sai picked up the letters to him in one hand and tossed them over his shoulder. He stood up and went around to Ibiki’s chair and pushed the table away from his lover before straddling his lap. His arms went around Ibiki’s neck, and he kissed Ibiki aggressively, pushing his tongue into his mouth.

“Hey, later, I want to eat this breakfast you made before it gets cold,” said Ibiki as he moved his mouth away from Sai’s.

“You’re mine,” said Sai, “so don’t think you can just accept any of those invitations. Tsunade said I have to report into you every hour—in person—so don’t plan on any late night dinners or dancing or star watching.”

“What the fuck is up with you? These are likely either people happy to see Kabuto dead or people who just want to rub it all in how I fucked up,” said Ibiki.

Sai laughed and got up, saying, “Go ahead and eat, but don’t open any of those until I get my sketchbook. I want to capture your face when you read them.”

But when Sai got back to the table with his sketchbook, he could tell that Ibiki had his “work” face on. Probably no one else could tell the subtle signs, but Sai knew that even if Ibiki opened the mail now, he’d never show a single emotion he didn’t want to.

Still, Ibiki looked good in just a pair of black cargo pants and his black hitai-ate. The morning sun poured in the window lighted half his face. As he moved his head a little eating and reading, his diagonal scars seemed to slide from the lighted side to the dark side, little black rivulets endlessly flowing across from sun to shadow. Sai sketched and nibbled, watching Ibiki read through his letters. His face never changed from its calm expression until in the midst of reading one letter, a little tick flicked in the corner of his mouth. Curious, Sai asked, “And who wrote this juicy letter that has your mouth twitching?”

Ibiki’s head came up a little too fast, and then he just stopped trying to hide his emotions and grinned, “Genma.”

Sai scowled, “Just remember you’re my boyfriend.”

“We’re lovers, Sai, not boyfriends. If you’re in Interrogation and Torture, you can’t have a boyfriend.”

“Listen up, Mr. I.A.T.,” said Sai, dropping his sketchbook and brush, “you have a lover and a boyfriend. And you better spend this vacation fucking me senseless for your own good—you couldn’t even predict what was in those letters. You better get your head around the concept that you’re fucking hot.”

“I think their all just size whores, Sai.”

“Yea, but it’s also the fear and power along with the fucking huge cock, the awesome muscles, the gorgeous eyes, the sensuous mouth—“

“Sensuous mouth! Next to you, I’m about as sensuous as a granite boulder!” said Ibiki.

“And what do those letters tell you Mr. I.A.T.?”

“Well, I guess a lot of people have more of a scar fetish than I thought. I guess I’ll be having a pretty entertaining vacation.”

Sai felt like he had just been hit by blade. He looked down at his chest, a little surprised not to see the handle of a kunai, the star of a shuriken, or even part of a senbon sticking out it. What was—oh, this was the pain of bonds—of caring when the other person wasn’t caring. `But Ibiki said he loved me—he shouted it out when under the P-31. But he’s the expert—hell, he mixed that himself. Maybe none of it works on him.' Sai picked up his sketchbook and began flipping back through it—Ibiki crying, Ibiki with his fingers in his own ass, Ibiki sleeping, Ibiki cooking—what was the truth? What was a lie?

“I hear Genma’s mouth can make you cum three times in a row,” said Ibiki.

Sai’s head snapped up, and he felt a burst of bloodlust and rage. Killing Genma like he’d killed so many was no good—visions of doing all the things he’d done to Kabuto to Genma flashed before his eyes. `MINE!’ his mind screamed.

“. . . don’t you agree? Sai?”

Shit! He was being played, being played by the master. He hadn’t a clue what Ibiki said. And he really didn’t have much of a clue what Ibiki wanted. Could he trust that fantasy of last night? Hell, no. Yeah, it might have been a fantasy, but it was one that was remotely useful for keeping Ibiki’s attention where Sai wanted it—on him. And he wanted, he wanted it, he wanted to see Ibiki lose it, to please him. And he was completely at a distadvange.

“Teach me to suck cock like you do, today. Be my sensei today, Ibiki,” said Sai, standing up and moving around to Ibiki’s side of the table. This time when he pushed the table away, Ibiki didn’t complain. Sai knelt down in front of him, putting his hands on Ibiki’s knees, “Please, Sensei?”

“You want to learn cocksucking? Is that what you want to do this vacation?”

“I want to please you. I don’t know how. I want to learn how, Sensei. Please teach me, teach me what I need to know to please you.”

“That’s a difficult course of study, young man. I’d say it’s even harder than learning to work in I.A.T. You would have to make yourself a lot more vulnerable. You would have to suffer. If you make mistakes, I’ll punish you. You’ve seen me work, Sai. You’ll have to be very motivated to succeed.”

“I’m motivated, Sensei. I can take the training.”

“Well, I am supposed to keep an eye on you this week. I’ll give you a lesson today to see if you are worthy of my teaching. If you can’t take it, you need to tell me. Pick a word to tell me when you are giving up.”

“I don’t give up, Ibiki.”

“I’m not talking about your job as a ninja, Sai. I’m not talking about your being my lover, either. I’m just talking about a word you say when you want to stop training and go back to being a ninja on vacation. A word that just means I’m not a sensei and you’re not my student.”

“Root. If I say, Root, Ibiki-Sensei, I want to stop my lessons and be on vacation with my lover.”

“Your safe word is Root, Sai. Understood,” said Ibiki. But he turned away from the kneeling Sai and pulled another unopened letter off the table.

“Sensei, please, can we start now?” asked Sai. Ibiki looked up from his letter, and his eyes met Sai’s. Sai’s heart started beating faster—he opened his mouth to try to convince Ibiki, but he was suddenly frightened—did Ibiki really love him? Was the most amazing 36 hours of his life just another game Ibiki had been playing? Would he ever get to lick those scars again?

Ibiki slowly spread his legs apart. “If you want to learn to suck cock like an expert, you need to practice first undoing pants with your mouth. You need to make sure when you pull down a zipper, you do it with care in case your love is going commando. Go ahead.”

`Your love’—Ibiki had used the word love. Sai felt a rush of power—he could do this, Ibiki loved him. He would do this—he would give Ibiki the same pleasure he gave, he would be Ibiki’s equal. But first, first, he needed to be his student. Sai moved his head between Ibiki’s legs and unsnapped the black metal fastener on Ibiki’s cargo pants with his mouth. His lips pushed apart the black fabric, and he carefully grasped the little black metal tab of the zipper in his teeth. Sai could feel his own cock hardening as he tried to pull down the zipper. He fumbled a little bit—the zipper had folded over on itself a little bit, but he managed to work over the fold and pull it completely open. Ibiki didn’t have underwear on. But just as Sai’s mouth was moving to lick the exposed bit of Ibiki’s cock, Ibiki pushed back his head and rezipped and snapped his pants. “A good first effort. Now, try for less fumbling. You also shouldn’t use your hands for leverage. You might not have the use of them.”

“Restrain me how you think best, Sensei,” said Sai.

“Stand up and strip,” said Ibiki.

Sai rose to his feet and pulled off his black sweatpants. His cock jutted stiffly from his dark curling pubic hair.

“Give them to me,” ordered Ibiki. “Now turn around, wrists behind you.”

Sai turned and felt Ibiki tie his wrists tightly with his sweatpants. “Now I know this won’t hold you if you want out. But it’s to remind you I want your hands there. If you release them, the lesson stops.”

No way—no way that Ibiki was going to go off and play with any of those letter writers! “Yes, Sensei,” Sai said meekly, bowing his head.

“Kneel and try it again.”

Sai knelt down, naked, his hands bound behind his back, and once more used his mouth to unsnapped Ibiki’s pants. It was easier this time to find the black tab of the zipper, and Sai pulled more slowly so the time it would take to work around the folds in the pants wouldn’t stand out. When he’d completely pulled the zipper, Ibiki’s hand held his head there.

“A good student obeys orders exactly. We are practicing unzipping, nothing else. Now again, a little quicker.”

Three more times Sai unsnapped and unzipped, each time a little more smoothly and a little more quickly. Each time when he got the zipper down he released the tab, but didn’t move his head until Ibiki ordered him to pull back. Ibiki was hard now too, but Sai didn’t expect to get to taste his cock anytime soon. With Ibiki’s erection, it made it a little harder to work the zipper down without catching any hair or skin, but Sai put all his effort into it. By the ninth time, Sai felt he had this part down, but this time just as Sai was tugging the zipperhead over Ibiki’s cock, Ibiki leaned down and pinched Sai’s nipples hard. Sai’s mouth slid off the zipper, and he had to fumble to regrasp it. Maybe it was an accident, but Sai’s lips brushed against Ibiki’s cock before regrasping the black tab.

When he’d finally got Ibiki’s pants unzipped, the older nin ordered, “Up over my lap. That wasn’t acceptable. You have to be prepared for your lover to want to touch you.”

Sai’s cock twitched, but in his mind he was thinking, `He wanted to touch me, he couldn’t keep his hands off me!’ Sai carefully rose, making sure not to unbalance as his hands were still tied, and laid himself over Ibiki’s lap. Ibiki spanked like you would expect the head of I.A.T. to—painfully, unpredictably, humiliatingly. Sai wasn’t expecting more than a few token smacks—but Ibiki’s hand was hard and steady. Even as he clenched his jaw not to cry out, Sai had never felt so hard, so aroused. Then at last the spanking stopped. Ibiki’s hands rubbed over his ass. Sai hoped that he would plunge a finger into his anus, stretch him, and fuck him with that big cock of his. His ass was burning, his cock was bursting with blood, and he never felt so naked, so needy. Ibiki’s finger stroked over his asshole, and Sai bucked up and moaned. Ibiki administered another set of spanks. This time when Ibiki’s finger moved over his anus, Sai didn’t make a noise, didn’t move his ass, although he couldn’t help the twitch his cock made against Ibiki’s lap.

“Kneel down and try again,” ordered Ibiki. “If you show some improvement, I’ll let you put a butt plug in this needy ass of yours.”

Sai slid off Ibiki’s lap and knelt down. He didn’t want a butt plug in his ass--he wanted Ibiki’s cock. But it would be something to clench around, something inside him where he wanted to be filled. And surely Ibiki would fuck him later, surely he’d pull that plug out and fill his ass with his cock. Sai carefully reached out with his mouth to unsnap and unzip Ibiki’s pants yet again. Embarrasingly he could see little wet spots on Ibiki’s cargo pants made by the precum from his cock. Focusing, Sai moved his mouth, unsnapping the pants and grasping the zipper head in one quick smooth move. This time when Ibiki’s fingers pinched down painfully on his nipples, he was ready and didn’t flinch. He slid the zipper down perfectly.

Ibiki’s hand caressed his hair, and he said, “Good boy, much better. Now crawl into the bedroom and get a butt plug out of the night-table drawer. Bring it back in your mouth. Don’t make me wait.”

A part of Sai flinched at that order, but the part of him that wanted Ibiki, that wanted to feel more of this excitement, this intensity, was stronger. The trip down the hallway on his knees with his hands bound was nothing—any ANBU could do that blindfolded and ankles bound as well.

In the bedroom, Sai paused, confused. There were two night-tables with three drawers each. Sai remembered what side of the bed Ibiki favored and headed for that one. He tried the top drawer first—hmm, lube. Ibiki hadn’t mentioned lube. Sai remembered the splash of the cooking oil on his cock last night and shut the drawer, leaving the lube there.

In the next drawer, there were sex toys galore. There were five butt plugs. One was so tiny, it was just the width of one finger. Another was larger, but still small. There were two medium sized ones, one with a tail. Sai blinked picturing himself, picturing Ibiki in that. But surely that would have gotten a special mention. The largest might have seemed big to many, but given the size of Ibiki’s cock, that was the best choice Sai decided. Besides, he wasn’t a wimp. Seizing the plug in his mouth, Sai then shut the drawer with his head and turned to make his way back to the kitchen.

It wasn’t fear that made Sai hurry down the hallway, but desire. The sooner he was in the kitchen, the sooner Ibiki would be sliding this plug in his butt, the sooner Ibiki’s cock would be in his mouth. `I won’t cum until he does. I won’t be the one who can last, who has no stamina. He will cum for me first,” Sai thought fiercely. But then he reached the open doorway to the kitchen. The carpet was soft under his knees, and Sai had moved quickly and silently—more from habit than any desire to sneak up on Ibiki. The morning sun was pouring in on Ibiki who was standing at the table looking at his sketchbook intently. The scars, discolorations, holes, and raised bumps of flesh that covered his back seemed like some intricate tattoo, some pattern that if Sai started at long enough would tell him some secret. The dark-haired nin had been gone but a minute or so, but the sight of Ibiki made him feel a little off, a little strange, a good strange. This sight, this scarred warrior, was what he wanted to see every morning, Sai realized.

Ibiki’s head turned, and his black eyes made Sai open his mouth to breath—oh god, yes, god, yes. That look—Ibiki wanted him.

“Why are you making me wait, Sai? Have you changed your mind?”

Sai shook his head and crawled over to Ibiki, offering him the plug. Ibiki took it and said, “Stand up and bend over, resting your body on the table.” Sai leaned over, trapping his erection between his body and table. He wondered briefly if that was a good idea before Ibiki snapped, “Legs.” Sai instinctively spread his legs as widely as he could.

“Don’t cum. If you cum, the lesson is over for the day,” warned Ibiki coating the plug with oil. Then he began pushing the plug into Sai’s ass without stretching him. The tapering shape of the plug helped, but as it grew wider, Sai winced a little at the sharp stretching of that ring of muscle. The pain intensified. `Just hurry, hurry, shove it in,’ thought Sai. Yes—oh, the feeling of release as his anus tightened around the narrow section of the plug between with cone and the base. Maybe picking the large one wasn’t such a good idea. But then, when—not if—when Ibiki fucked him, he would be ready.

Ready, hell, he was ready. It would be so easy to just move his body a little on the table, just push against its surface a few times, and then spew out his cum. But, Ibiki wanted him not to.

“You took a long time, Sai, longer than a ninja like you needs to crawl up and back a hallway. If you want to please me, you need to not waste time. I have plenty of invitations to things I could be doing instead of teaching you.”

“I’m sorry, Sensei.”

“This is twice I’ve had to punish you, and it’s your first day. I expect you to try harder. Now I’m going to punish you again, and then you will get your first chance to suck my cock. I’m just going to observe your technique. If you get me off, you can cum too, and then maybe I’ll start teaching you some technique. If you get off before me, I’ll have to put a cock ring on you for the rest of the day. I believe the sun sets about 6:20 today.”

Sai couldn’t help but glance at the clock—9: 40! He needed to get serious. His fingers clenched his forearms, and he dug his nails into the skin, focusing in on the pain. Then he noticed what Ibiki had picked up, and his fingers relaxed. That narrow wooden bread board, shaped a bit like a paddle, that would hurt. It wouldn’t make him want to cum—

Crack!

Oh, fuck, the butt plug—when his ass clenched in response to the pain, it tightened on that plug, tightened, and jostled his prostate just a little. Fuck, that felt good!

Crack!

Shit! His muscles clamped down tight, feeling the plug stretch him, feeling it inside, intense, spread. His body pushed down, pushed against the table, squeezing his cock so tightly between the smooth wood and his own naked flesh. Oh, god, it still felt good.

Crack!

Think—think about Danzou, yes, Danzou. Think about his ugly face, his ugly words, think about those lonely nights, think about the coldness, the emptiness—crack—it seemed more distant, that paddle, the sound. Loneliness, yes that was pain—this, this could be endured. If he did, he would be alone, alone again—crack—no sex, no lover. Ibiki with Genma, Ibiki with Piggy, Ibiki with Wolf, Ibiki with Gai, Ibiki with Raido—crack--Ibiki with other ANBU who surely had seen the tape by now. Ibiki with Akito, Ibiki with Ryo, Ibki with Sotoro—crack—Ibiki kissing them, Ibiki—shit, no—

Crack!

No more thinking of Ibiki—Danzou, Danzou—Sasuke—that asshole—crack—oh god, that one stung, but, yes, that little fuck, Sasuke. Sai pictured him watching this, could almost here his scornful, superior voice—crack—shit, the pain was more intense, but still his cock didn’t seem to care, seemed to live for that push into the table that clench around the plug.

“You’re doing well, Sai. Just one more,” said Ibiki. One more, one more until he could wrap his lips around that big cock of Ibiki’s—no, corpses, blood, war--

Crack!

`Oh, god, no, no—that was close. One more blow, and I might have cum,’ though Sai.

“What do you have to say, Sai?”

“I’m sorry, Sensei, I’ll try harder to please you. Please, Sensei, please, may I try to please you now?”

“Yes, on your knees, boy,” ordered Ibiki.

Sai slid off the table and sank down to his knees. Yes, oh, yes, now, at last. He reached for the snap with his mouth and grasped the zipper with his teeth—he couldn’t help but feel a rush of happiness at how smoothly he was doing. The sharp, painful pinch on his nipples was almost expected, welcome. `He can’t keep his hands off me, he wants this, he wants me,’ thought Sai.

When the zipper was at the bottom, Sai hesitated for just a second before tugging and pulling at the fabric of the fly, moving and tucking away the zipper as best he could. Ibiki’s cock, released, thwacked his face. Sai moaned and slid his cheeks up and down each side of Ibiki’s cock—turnabout was fair play—Ibiki could wait to feel his lips now. As Sai now pushed out his tongue to lick the side of Ibiki’s cock, he realized this was going to be harder than he thought. There was no way to hold the thick rod of flesh still—no way to stimulate it all since he couldn't seem to get his throat to swallow such a thick, long thing. How would he get Ibiki off?

Sai angled his head to pin Ibiki’s penis between his own head and that scarred stomach of the larger nin. He used his whole face and head—while his tongue was near the base, his nose twitched and his eyelashes fluttered against more of that column of flesh, and his bangs teased the tip. As his tongue and mouth moved up, Sai realized that he could use his chin a little bit, but not much to stimulate another part of Ibiki’s cock, but if he did, his upper face fell away. Then Sai’s tongue reached the tip of Ibiki’s cock, and for a few minutes, he forgot everything but the taste of Ibiki, the feel of that thick head in his mouth.

He was so full—so full, his ass still burning, still clenching around that butt plug, and his mouth full of the biggest cock he’d ever seen.

Sai lowered his head and sucked as if his life depended on it. He'd never felt happier.