Into the Fire

Chapter Six

Kakashi struggled slightly when he found himself hoisted onto Jubo’s lap. “Relax.”, the giant rumbled as he stroked surprisingly gentle fingers across his chest, “This doesn’t have to hurt.”

A large hand grasped the copy-nin’s chin, turning his head so his lips could be captured in a deep kiss. The jounin tried to pull back, only to have the fingers tighten cruelly. “I said relax,” Jubo rumbled again, “You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

I can’t, Kakashi thought in a panic, I don’t want to enjoy this. He began to struggle in earnest, drawing jeers and catcalls from the group of observers. Jubo, however, continued inexorably towards his goal, gently pinching and rolling a pale pink nipple before tugging on the ring piercing it, causing the copy-nin to let out an involuntary mewl.

The giant smiled at the reaction and repeated the action on the other side, using the jounin’s distraction to reposition them. Kakashi stiffened when he found himself stretched out on his back with Jubo hovering over him, but the large man merely smiled, continuing to toy with the nub even as his head dipped and he took the other into his mouth.

The copy-nin let out a throaty groan when the hot mouth slid lower and Jubo’s tongue tickled the slit of his weeping erection, arching and crying out when the giant suddenly swallowed him to the root. Kakashi thrashed his head from side to side, fighting his body’s reaction even as he felt his erection throb from the stimulation.

The jounin was startled out of his thoughts when his legs were folded up to his chest, bound in place by a strong arm, and Jubo’s mouth slid to tease and suckle his swollen balls, teeth tugging on the ring positioned there, sending ripples of sensation up Kakashi’s spine.

“No, stop, please.” he cried when a hot tongue began to tickle his entrance, trailing off into a startled shriek when Jubo pressed his lips firmly against the muscle and growled, shooting burning tendrils of pleasure up the copy-nin’s spine. Gods help me I’m so sick, Kakashi thought as he involuntarily pressed closer to the source of the pleasure, wailing when the tip of that wicked tongue finally slipped inside.

The jounin finally abandoned all restraint in the face of the rising tide of pleasure, writhing and moaning wantonly as he tried to deepen the stimulation. “Hold your knees.” Jubo rumbled as he slid a hand under each buttock, easily lifting the copy-nin and repositioning them so he was once again seated on the edge of the bed with Kakashi hovering over his massive erection.

Ever so slowly Jubo began to lower the jounin, and they both gasped when his bulbous head finally breached the tight ring. An eternity later he was seated to the hilt, drawing a warbling moan from Kakashi as his prostate was firmly stroked. The copy-nin collapsed back against the large body, head lolling on a strong shoulder as a tongue tickled the delicate shell of his ear. “That’s it, feel me, enjoy what I’m doing to your body.” the giant crooned as he slowly began to withdraw, smirking wickedly at the echoing shriek he garnered when he snapped his hips up sharply.

“Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” Jubo rumbled erotically in the jounin’s ear as he grasped the copy-nin’s purpling length and gave it a firm stroke before thumbing off the constricting ring under the head.

“Aahh aaaahhhhhhhhh.” Kakashi moaned as blood rushed through the sensitive tissue.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.” Jubo husked passionately, “Just like you feel good around me, so hot and tight.”

“No . . . please stop . . .” the copy-nin whimpered as each thrust struck his prostate head on. He felt like his mind was melting, unable to accept the pleasure streaking through his body in light of the hatred he had for the entire situation. Kakashi had managed to cope all these years by refusing to allow himself to get any pleasure from the acts he engaged in. In fact, he’d never willingly engaged in any kind of sex act . . . and, surprisingly considering his perverted reputation, no longer even allowed himself the solitary pleasure of masturbation.

The jounin began to writhe frantically, desperate to get away, but Jubo merely chuckled and sped up his thrusts, adding a twisting stroke along Kakashi’s shaft that sent a lightning bolt of ecstacy shooting through the piercings adorning his length.

“Gods help me.” the copy-nin muttered as his legs jerked spastically, unable to find a means to escape the tide of pleasure engulfing him.

“The only god who’ll be helping you is me.” Jubo rumbled as he forced his mouth over Kakashi’s, tongue sweeping inside as he easily dominated the panicked jounin, reveling in the frantic fluttering of his tight ring as he struggled to escape. “You’re going to come with me beautiful.” he growled as he finally removed the cock ring at the base of the copy-nin’s shaft. The giant gently tugged the rings trembling in the swollen head and Kakashi came with a husky scream, shooting ropes of creamy seed across his chest. Jubo gave one more mighty thrust, burying himself balls deep in the copy-nin’s quivering passage, and came with a deafening bellow.

Kakashi only vaguely registered when his position changed, gentle hands carefully lifting him off the giant’s softening shaft and laying him tenderly on the bed. While his exterior was placid, inside it was quite a different matter. Dirty, filthy, disgusting, nasty . . . every epithet he could think of roared through his overwhelmed mind. Just admit it, you liked it you sick fuck, he thought despairingly, this really is all you’re good for.

The copy-nin stayed limp, locked in his own mental hell and oblivious to the fact that Jubo continued to rain kisses across his face. “So, so sweet,” the giant rumbled, “it’s been so long since I’ve had such a beautiful boy to play with. Look, I’m already hard again for you.” He lifted pale legs onto his shoulders and buried himself inside the copy-nin in one smooth stroke, immediately setting a punishing pace while a hot hand began caressing the underside of the jounin’s shaft, the body beneath him shuddering at the sensation of the barbells twisting in the tender flesh.

At some point the giant dropped a leg, wrapping it around his waist as he twisted Kakashi to lay on his side, massive hands going to knead creamy cheeks even as he spread them wide so he could penetrate deeper. The copy-nin remained eerily silent, staring blankly into space, even as his body reacted automatically to the intense stimulation.

When he felt his balls tightening Jubo began twisting the rings through the tip of the copy-nin’s penis, nails dipping into the slit as creamy seed spurted over his hand. The giant pulled almost completely out of Kakashi’s body, slamming back through the clenching passage as he let loose a bellowing shriek, every muscle in his massive body drawn tight as he filled the jounin with his hot come.

The giant smiled widely as he pulled out, admiring the way his seed leaked out of the quivering ring in little spurts. “Very nice Jubo.” the Daimyo said caustically, “But my boy doesn’t seem to be enjoying himself . . . perhaps he’ll react better to your whip than your dick.”

“Sorry beautiful.” the giant rumbled, easily hoisting the limp figure over his shoulder as he rose to move the rack into position. Well practiced hands soon had the copy-nin firmly secured and Jubo stepped back, unfurling the whip on his belt and cracking it a few times to loosen his swing. The pale body jumped when it made contact, a red furrow immediately blooming on the alabaster skin, but Kakashi remained silent, placidly staring at nothing as the lashes rained down.

The Daimyo finally called a halt when no unbroken flesh remained, the entire area from shoulders to knees nothing but a torn, devastated landscape of raw oozing flesh. “Leave it.” he barked when Jubo reached to unshackle the jounin, “I will get my money’s worth out of it one way or another.”

“Yes my lord.” the giant rumbled, coiling his whip and returning to his position outside the chamber.

“Have at it men.” the Daimyo offered, gesturing toward where Kakashi hung, “First one to get a reaction picks the next game.” His guests enthusiastically responded, eagerly lining up even as they argued amongst themselves as to who would go first.

Ibiki finally paused just outside the borders of Grass, taking a few minutes to gulp down some rations and drink some water before starting off again. Only a few more hours, he thought, silently willing the copy-nin to hang on just a little longer.

The thought got him moving and he was up and running again, determined not to rest until Kakashi was safe.

A mere thirty hours after leaving Konoha, Morino Ibiki barged into the Daimyo’s palace, feeling out with his chakra to locate his quarry. He slunk through a maze of connecting passages, trying to travel in the most direct line to the location of copy-nin’s weak chakra signature. He turned down yet another passage, spotting a set of double doors at the end guarded by a man even larger than the interrogator himself.

There, the scarred man thought with satisfaction, not long now. He hurried down the passage, sacrificing stealth for speed as he rushed the guard. “You can not pass” Jubo rumbled as he moved to block the entrance.

“Like you could stop me.” the interrogator chuckled darkly, “You can still save yourself . . . I have no quarrel with you.”

“My lord is currently occupied.” Jubo continued implacably, “I’m afraid I can not let you pass.”

“You will not keep me from what’s mine.” Ibiki snarled, pulling a kunai as he dropped to sweep the giant’s legs. Jubo toppled, wrapping a large hand around the scarred man’s leg and slamming him to the floor.

“He’s far too pretty for the likes of you.” Jubo rumbled angrily, “Too bad you’re so possessive, otherwise I might be willing to share.”

“How dare you.” the interrogator growled as they scrabbled across the floor, each seeking to subdue the other until Ibiki finally managed to pin a hard forearm across the giant’s throat. “Did you touch him?” the scarred man demanded, increasing the pressure and completely cutting off Jubo’s air. “I said did you touch him?”

“His skin feels like silk,” the servant taunted, “and he makes the most wonderful noises when he comes.”

Ibiki saw red, snapping the giant’s thick neck like a twig before throwing the double doors wide and striding ominously inside. Oh god, I’m too late, he thought frozen at the sight of a bleeding and battered copy-nin, a large metallic object partially protruding from his ass, hanging limp and unresisting while a man knelt in front of him, intent on sliding something into the slit of his penis.