Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 17: An Interruption

As Sai’s mouth closed about Ibiki’s cock, Ibiki felt his inner self slipping away from his body—it was an old defense mechanism of his, one of the ways he kept his body from showing any feelings and a way to keep himself still. When he felt himself like this—isolated, detached from his body—he could keep his body’s reactions to a minimum, preventing his body from showing pleasure or pain. He hadn’t done this for years. `Why am I here?’ he asked himself.

`Reality check time, Ibiki,’ another part of himself answered. `Look, at him. Look at those hands behind his back, look at that back and ass, look at the hickies from when you took his virginity, look at the redness, the little welts from a few of those ten blows that were too hard, look at his butt cheeks clenching around that big thing you shoved up him without any stretching.’

`I didn’t tear him—he was loose from the times before, and I used oil. I haven’t scarred him. He wants it. Look at that face, look at how eager he is, feel how he’s sucking.’

`Look at you, playing games. Remember why you let yourself cry last night? You didn’t want him to ask more questions. Yes, you told him some fantasies, some punishment fantasies, but those aren’t the fantasies you have most of the time, are they? P-31 always makes you cry? Get real! This is what you want; this is your dark dream. Now that you have him at your feet, bound, spanked, sucking you—will you ever let him go? Can you keep it like this, just a lover’s game? You know what you want, Ibiki. You want him as your slave.”

`A willing submissive lover, not a slave--look, look at him, free and able to stop, to go, wanting to do this—oh, god, look—‘

`Stop looking and feel, fool! Cum on his face and make him feel good that he’s pleased you. If you weren’t here, you’d have cum long ago. Go back fast—that’s at least two jounins approaching—now!’

And then Ibiki was back in his body, feeling Sai’s lips, seeing Sai’s eyes look up at him, seeing the little signs that Sai was doubting, worrying that he couldn’t get Ibiki off, seeing his desire to please, his excitement, the little tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he strained and sucked—god, Sai was good. And Ibiki let himself cum, his hands pushing Sai off his cock to let him spray his face, his chest, his own thinner erect cock with his sperm.

The sight of his cum on that pale, perfect face, made Ibiki feel he had to kiss Sai—he pulled him up on his lap, kissing his cum-splattered mouth, and putting one hand down to stoke that needy cock and push Sai over the edge. It didn’t take long before Sai seemed close, panting and gasping under his kiss, thrusting up his cock in Ibiki’s fist, still keeping his hand bound behind him. Ibiki broke the kiss and ordered in a voice that was more seductive and gentle than his words, “Cum for me, Sai, cry out your pleasure and let me see the most beautiful thing in the world.” Ibiki’s one set of fingers slid from the back of Sai’s head to his earlobe and pinched just so while his other set twisted and tightened in the way that Ibiki had already learned Sai’s body loved best. Sai’s threw back his head and screamed as his orgasm took him.

Ibiki watched Sai cum even as a part of him was monitoring the chakra at the door. Not but milliseconds after Sai’s scream started, Ibiki heard the door open and had weapons in hand even as he enjoyed the sight of Sai’s pleasure. The shuriken flew at a blur of green, and Sai fell forward against Ibiki’s chest, shuddering. Ibiki could feel the cum hitting his chest as he released the kunai at Gai. Of course it would be Gai—as Genma later said, who else would be so stupid to bother Ibiki on the first morning of his first ever known vacation with his first ever known lover, particularly when they’d been fucking each other silly the night before and covered the place with Do Not Disturb signs of an explosive (tag) nature?

Gai’s mind, however, didn’t work like everyone else’s. Anyone else would have fled at once realizing what was going on. But Gai just stood there, his eyes practically popping from his head as he filled his lungs deeply. Ibiki rose up and laid Sai over the kitchen table, face down, his right hand caressing Sai’s head as his left hand raised and his left index finger went up—the universal sign to wait a moment. Gai blinked and his mouth shut. Ibiki lowered his left hand and fastened his pants, not worrying about the cum all over him. He then raised that left hand again, this time pointing at Neji, Lee, and Tenten in the doorway. They, with more sense than Gai, immediately vanished. The finger went back to Gai, bent and pointed, conveying clearly, “you too.” Gai hesitated, but Ibiki gave Sai’s head and shoulder one last caress and moved towards Gai.

The two ninja moved outside Ibiki’s door. Ibiki pulled the door shut loudly behind him. There was no sign of Gai’s former students, now a jounin and two chuunin, but both Gai and Ibiki knew they were there, listening and watching. Neither cared.

“You’re coming with me to the Hokage, Ibiki. You are not the Ibiki I know. Torturing your own student—you shock me,” said Gai in a breathy, strangely soft voice unlike his usual hearty one.

Ibiki felt a jolt of surprise at both Gai’s words and tone, although he didn’t show it.

“Stripping your student, restraining him, beating him—never would I have thought you, you of all people could do such a thing, could betray such innocence, such youthful innocence . . .”

Ibiki’s foot lashed out in a kick that shouldn’t have landed on Maito Gai, the supreme master of the physical arts, master of all the ways of hand-to-hand fighting.

But Gai was in shock, troubled, confused, and terrified of a strange feeling rushing through him, a strange excitement, an arousal he’d never felt before and was struggling to deny, to refute. Images of Lee’s naked back seemed to keep imposing themselves on that memory of Sai’s naked body on Ibiki’s table. The snap of his arm bones breaking as Ibiki’s kick connected was loud and scattered Gai’s thoughts. The kick’s impact startled not only Ibiki and Gai, but the four hidden listeners—three on the roof, one behind the door, still with his hands bound.

Understanding of Gai flooded Ibiki as he pushed away his anger to look at Gai with all his experience. “Gai, I am not the Ibiki you know because I love Sai like I have never loved before. You are not the Gai I know because you do not want to see my love. I forgive your interrupting what is my honeymoon, and I forgive your insults of my love,” said Ibiki, vanishing with the last word into his apartment leaving that puff of smoke from transporting to punctuate his speech.

Immediately Neji, Lee, and Tenten dropped from the roof and joined Gai by Ibiki’s door.

Neji spoke first, saying dryly and a bit condescendingly, “Gai-sensei, if Sai gets off being tied up, spanked, and jerked off with a butt plug in him by a guy that loves him, I don’t think that really can be called a betrayal of innocence. I think that people who specialize in interrogation and torture will, ah, express their sexuality in unusual ways.”

Lee, cut in, saying, “Gai-sensei, let’s go to the hospital. The Hokage will be there today. Sakura-chan will be assisting her with some experiments with the cells of, of--“ Lee stopped, not wanting to speak Kabuto’s name. It was hard to talk of a traitor.

Gai straightened and looked at his three former students, really looked at them. Tenten seemed torn between shock and amusement while Neji was—Neji was slightly hard. Lee, his beloved student Lee, was looking at him and his arm with concern and something between a filial love and pity. Gai told himself firmly the pain he was feeling was from his broken arm, “Yes, yes, I need to go to the hospital. I regret I cannot train with you today, but train on your own, my beloved former students.”

“Gai-sensei! We cannot leave an injured teammate,” said Lee in a shocked tone.

On the other side of the door, Ibiki and Sai listened as the voices moved away. As the voices finally grew too dim to hear, Ibiki turned his head to look at Sai—still naked, his hands still tied behind him with his sweatpants, the butt plug still in him, his ass still reddened, and with drying cum on his face, chest, stomach, his pubic hair, upper thighs, and his now quiescent penis. Ibiki felt himself hardening at the sight—Sai had to have liked their game, why else would had he not put those sweatpants back on or even wiped himself clean? But he’d heard everything—Gai’s accusations, Neji’s assessment, and Ibiki’s declaration. Flustered inside, Ibiki snapped out, “Talk!” It was always a good way of calming himself, giving himself time to try to figure out what to do next, and sometimes the command was obeyed.

Sai smiled—a real natural smile—and Ibiki snapped, “I said talk!” to hide the fact he was feeling like his legs might start shaking and buckling.

Sai bowed his head and knelt, saying, “Yes, Sensei, what shall I talk about? About how I want my lessons to continue?”

Ibiki hand was in Sai’s hair, tilting his face up, “And what lesson do you want now?” he asked as his fingers moved over Sai’s face.

“The lesson that involves you fucking my ass, Sensei.”

Ibiki smiled down at Sai. “I think I can handle a lesson or two on that today. But let’s start with a review of kissing, followed by a brief tutorial on showering with Sensei first, eh?” said Ibiki bending down his face close to Sai’s.

“As you wish, Sensei,” said Sai in a husky voice, “as you wish.”