Torture Comes in Many Forms

Chapter 9: Pleasure and Pain

His eyes shut, feeling satiated and tired, Sai felt Ibiki’s salvia and cum-covered fingers at his anus, just softly rolling over the puckered flesh, not trying to push in. Sai had worked himself to orgasm with his hand many times, but never before had he felt a mouth around him as he came. The difference was more than Sai expected—and suddenly all the stupid things men and women did to get a sexual partner seemed a lot less stupid than before. The feel of Ibiki’s fingertip swirling and circling his anus made Sai’s muscles down there contract and release in time with each deep breath he was taking. Could sex get even better than what he’d just experienced? Was there even more?

Ibiki said, in that husky seductive tone that Sai called his “bedroom” voice, “Sai, let me see your face, please. Put the pillows under your head so I can look at your face, see the flush on your cheeks, see the blood in your lips.” Sai reached back and propped his head up on two pillows. If Ibiki could now look at his face, so Sai was now looking down at his body, naked on the bed with Ibiki there between his legs. The artist in Sai appreciated the contrast of the two bodies on the bed—his own slim, pale, youthful, and the other big, dark, scarred. Beauty and the beast some might say, but the beast had his own kind of beauty—the special beauty of something fiercely alive, unkillable, indestructible, unbroken. The scars only drew your eyes to broad shoulders, strong arms, and a muscled stomach.

Sai’s eyes moved back to Ibiki’s face, and the look there made him gasp. He had asked for this, asked for Ibiki to have sex with him, but now he was looking at a side of Ibiki he hadn’t seen before. Sai had seen Ibiki looking calm, controlled, angry, amused, and tired. But the look on his face now was one Sai had only seen before on the face of men just before they killed a trapped prey after a long, hard chase and fight—it was that look of triumph, of power, of joy, of the hunger for what was to come—the face of the conquering at the moment before the conquest is complete.

Ibiki’s eyes rose from Sai’s body back to meet Sai’s own. And as Sai looked into those dark black eyes, Ibiki said in that husky voice, “Sai, let me see what I’ve wanted to see. Let me look at your cock, your balls, and your anus all at the same time. Spread your legs for me and put your knees up, so I can see you, see you displaying yourself to me, see what you want me to touch, taste, take.”

Sai’s legs were moving even before Ibiki finished speaking. He shifted, spreading, tilting his body up, offering his anus to Ibiki’s eyes. Ibiki suddenly moved back and stood up at the foot of the bed. The sight of Ibiki’s arousal drew a moan from Sai, and he felt a little blood drip down from his nose. Ibiki smiled—the smile of a predator. He disappeared back into the bathroom, shut off the shower, and came back with what Sai recognized as a tube of lubricant.

“Use your hands to hold your legs apart, so I can see more of you,” said Ibiki as he knelt on the bed between Sai’s legs. Sai reached down and grasped his own thighs, pulling his legs up and apart, making his anus even more accessible to Ibiki. His position, his exposure, excited him, and he could tell that a little blood was returning to his penis. He watched as Ibiki moved a lube-covered finger to his anus. Their eyes locked together, and Sai felt Ibiki push into him. The first inch in was that tight ring of muscle that didn’t want to stretch. The feel of Ibiki’s finger sliding in, slick, stretching, and invading aroused Sai like nothing else. “Aaahhh,” he cried his head tilting back—yes this was sex, he was being penetrated, he was going to be fucked—and he wanted it, he needed it.

Ibiki’s finger worked in and out, and his other hand moved up to pinch Sai’s nipple, drawing another cry. Sai wanted, needed more. He wanted to put his feet down on the bed and thrust his hips up, to push that finger in deeper—but Ibiki had asked him to hold his legs. The finger pushed in and pulled out—and Sai pushed down to keep it inside him even as he held his legs spread for Ibiki. His hands were gripping his thighs tight enough to bruise—his thigh muscles tightened, his ass clenched, and his cock was throbbing. He felt Ibiki touching his sex again, stroking, rolling his balls in his hand. “Do you want more inside you?” Ibiki asked.

“Fuck, yes,” said Sai—and then another finger slid in—yes, more—he needed more. His body felt like he hadn’t cum for hours, days, maybe—he felt drowning in need, a need to feel again that sensation he’d never felt before tonight. Ibiki’s hand was moving on Sai’s now erect cock in a rhythm with the fingers pushing inside him. Then Ibiki’s fingers found Sai’s prostrate, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. “Ibiki,” cried out Sai, his body arching and quivering. The fingers moved in and out, hitting that spot, and Ibiki’s hand caressed him. But perhaps because he had come before, Sai couldn’t find release. He felt himself close, painfully close. Just a little more, a little more.

“Do you want more inside you?” Ibiki asked again.

“Fuck me, Ibiki, fuck me,” gasped out Sai—he needed it, he wanted it—surely that would end this feeling of painful arousal, of being close, so close, but not able to cum? With one last push against his prostrate that made Sai cry out again, Ibiki’s fingers pulled out and his hands left his cock. Sai cried out again; this time at the loss of sensation. He had to touch himself—he let go of one thigh and moved his hand towards his cock.

But Ibiki’s hand closed over his wrist, pulling Sai’s hand away and back to his leg. Sai looked up into Ibiki’s face—to see him shaking his head, “Not yet, Sai, trust me, look at me.” Sai looked down and watched as Ibiki coated his cock with lube—that cock that was wider, longer, bigger than his. Ibiki positioned himself, the head of his cock touching Sai’s anus. “I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw you at my door. I’ve learned that there is more to you that just this fucking gorgeous body before me. I care about you. I want you to see you everyday, and I want eat every meal with you, I want to fuck you—forever,” said Ibiki thrusting his cock into Sai.

The tight ring of muscle guarding Sai’s ass stretched wide without tearing, letting Ibiki slide into Sai—but the feeling—it was a rush of sensation so intense it wasn’t something Sai could even categorize. Ibiki pushed into him, and Sai’s body spasmed—he couldn’t stop Ibiki now, he couldn’t stop the tremor, the sensations swamping him—that feeling rushed back of being on the edge, so full of fluid, so ready to cum. More, more, more—and then Ibiki was all the way in, bending down, his mouth descending on Sai, his body touching his cock, Sai's leaking, twitching, wanting needy cock. Sai’s hands flew up to pull Ibiki’s mouth to his own, his hips thrust up, and Ibiki claimed him—pushing into his mouth and ass, moving, plunging, groaning.

Sai—Sai, the quiet, the cool, the emotionless one—was gasping, trembling, moaning. Tears came out of his eyes, sweat dripped from him, and he was panting—he who had run up mountains without breathing like he was now. Shivers of sensation ran down Sai’s legs, his arms, up his back. Ibiki thrust in and hit that spot again, and a shock wave seemed to race through every nerve in Sai’s body. Even as Sai felt his hands and feet seem to go numb, his legs shaking and quivering, Ibiki thrust in again sending another jolt through Sai, so intense it was painful. Another thrust and now Sai’s body was burning, his cells screaming, and Sai's neck arched back, and he screamed, “Ibiki.” And yet again, the sensation raced through him—he was there, this was it—and then another thrust, and at last Sai’s orgasm came, ripping through him, making Sai contract down and squeeze Ibiki, bringing him to completion. This new feeling, the hot sperm filling him, expanding him even as his body was tightening, squeezing—Sai screamed out, feeling a spurt of his own cum hit him on the chin.

But there was only so much fluid either could release, and their bodies finally lay still, the sensations no longer strong enough to force the body to move helplessly with pleasure. Sai lay there trying to get his breathing under control, gasping, feeling unable to move—and then Ibiki’s weight lifted off of him. A rush of cool air hit Sai’s body, but then he felt Ibiki’s tongue on his chin licking. He forced his eyes open, his long eyelashes blurring his vision as even his eyelids felt tired, protesting opening all the way. Ibiki was moving over Sai his tongue licking the little bit of blood above Sai’s lip, the cum on his chin, his neck, his nipples—Sai moaned at the feel of the tongue—no, no, no more sensation.

Then the tongue moved to Sai’s nipple—no, too soon, no more—and then Sai felt teeth bite down—just enough to make Sai’s exhausted body burn with the feeling. Ibiki’s mouth moved back up from his now tingling nipple to Sai’s neck, finding another spot that sent shivers through Sai and made him moan, protesting the stimulation of his spent body. The tongue moved to his ear, pulling, nibbling on the lobe. Each time Sai started to relax, to slip into sleep, the tongue would move to a new spot, awaking it, send shocks of pain and pleasure through him. Ibiki’s mouth returned to Sai’s nipples, and Sai cried out, “Ibiki, please, I need to rest.”

Ibiki raised his head and kissed his way up towards Sai’s face. “Does it hurt, Sai?” Ibiki whispered into Sai’s ear, his tongue licking Sai and making him moan. Sai felt Ibiki’s teeth bite down softly on his earlobe and then once more Ibiki asked, “Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, I just can’t take any more pleasure—my whole skin, it’s just everywhere you touch, it’s just, it, it—“ Sai broke off confused, not sure what he was feeling other than that every bit of his body was more alive, more drained, more sensitive than it had ever been before.

Ibiki bit down on Sai’s neck and sucked, making Sai cry out. Then that mouth was at his ear again, whispering, “Tell me, Sai, tell me what my touch makes you feel.” Sai felt Ibiki press down on him a little, letting Sai feel the weight of his body just a bit. Everywhere Ibiki’s skin pressed against Sai’s own seemed to burn and awaken.

And in Sai’s mind the answer to Ibiki’s question became clear—Sai felt fear. This felt too good, too right, too intimate. He had asked to learn about sex, but he hadn’t expected to learn his body—that Root-trained body that was controlled, cold, emotionless, perfectly trained, perfectly deadly--could shake and cry and moan like some weak and helpless animal, no, no like a needy slut, like a cat in heat.

A sudden pinch on Sai’s nipple—a caress on Sai’s hip, a brush against his pubic hair—and desire and heat seemed to spread through Sai. Ibiki’s hand sudden curved around Sai’s balls, pressing, not hurting, but making Sai feel vulnerable—and aroused. Sai had seen that hand feeling so good on him inflict terrible pain, do terrible things. This was Ibiki, expert in interrogation, expert in torture, expert in knowing every spot on the body that could bring pain—or pleasure. And pleasure—how did he know just what places on Sai’s body that made him shake with want? Just how to touch Sai to make exhausted, drained flesh feel tingling need? “Tell me,” Ibiki whispered, as his fingers slid into Sai’s ass, hitting Sai’s prostate, sending a rush of pleasure through him.

“I want you,” Sai cried out, his fears of losing control, his wanting to rest now forgotten.

“You have me, Sai, you have me,” said Ibiki, and then his mouth descended on Sai’s again, making Sai forget his fears, forget his exhaustion, forget everything but the need to keep kissing Ibiki, to let the Ibiki take away the feeling of need, the feeling of desire building in him again. When Ibiki rolled Sai on to his stomach and began kissing and licking his way down Sai’s spine, Sai was already stiffening and moaning with pleasure. Ibiki took his time, biting, kissing, licking, marking each asscheek of Sai's before pulling Sai’s hips up and spreading his knees apart. But instead of feeling Ibiki’s cock entering him, Ibiki’s hands teased him—touching all those spots he had found that made Sai moan. And when he did push into him, it was only with a lubed finger. Sai reached back and found Ibiki’s hard cock and tugged it.

But the teasing continued, until Sai couldn’t take it, and at last begged, “Please, Ibiki, please, fuck me, fuck me with your cock.” But Ibiki only slid in another finger stretching Sai, pressing deep. Sai thrust back with his hips, his own cock now dripping, full, aching, so needy he began tugging and jerking himself, until Ibiki thrust into him at last. This second time, he drove into Sai harder, but it was what that slim white body beneath him begged for. Ibiki’s cock slammed into Sai, fast, hard, deep—this couldn’t be called love-making, this was fucking, pure and simple. The slap of flesh on flesh could hardly be heard, for Sai was moaning, bucking, crying out his pleasure, his needs, his wants—his silence, his detachment, his cold aloofness stripped from him. Long buried needs drove his body, his mouth, driving away the dark memories of all that had happened this week—all the blood, all the pain, all the horror at what he could do to another human. There was nothing now but pure need, and the pain and pleasure that shook Sai’s body and drove him, desperate, to beg for Ibiki to drive him to release, to take him to that climax, that moment of shattering pleasure.

Ibiki’s hand reached around Sai, roughly working him. But what made sent him into climax was Ibiki’s voice, commanding and forceful, yet raw with need as he struggled to hold back his orgasm. “Cum for me Sai, cum in my hand, now, damn it, now,” ordered Ibiki as he thrust in one last time and began to fill Sai again, spilling more sperm into him. But Sai’s body was obeying Ibiki, gushing out, emptying his own body of every last bit of sperm. Sai collapsed down on the bed, not caring that he was lying in his own cum on damp sheets, trapped under the weight of his bigger, heavier lover. He wasn't going to move for a while unless his life depended on it. He felt Ibiki pull out of him and lay down beside him. He thought about saying something, but that would mean he'd have to move his mouth--too much effort. He slid into sleep unaware that his silence was making Ibiki suffer.