A Note of Discord 3: Aural Fixation

Naruto: A Note of Discord 3
Aural Fixation.
Esoteric Style

Sasuke stood in the shower, his head leaning against the cold white tile, icy water running down his back. He had woken up after the dream again. It was always the same. Zaku stood over him, laughing. He always woke up with a raging hard-on. Kiba was still sleeping on the rough, uncomfortable bed in the other room. Sasuke hated Kiba’s house, it reeked of dog, and he always left it feeling unclean. It had been four months since Kakashi’s lesson, and Sasuke was still unhappy. He hadn’t felt normal since the incident. He was terrified of Zaku, and yet he had nightly dreams reliving the brutal attack, waking up in ever increasing states of arousal.
Kiba had spent a large portion of evenings in the past months fucking Sasuke with an animalistic ferocity that he couldn’t experience anywhere else. However, no matter how bestial Kiba got, it was never enough. Sasuke would cum, just like he did with Kakashi, but it was never satisfying. He left the encounters wanting more.
Sasuke squeezed another handful of shampoo into his hair, working it into a thick lather for the third time that morning. He knew, beyond denial, that he wanted Zaku, and it disgusted him. He could no longer deny the arousal he felt when he thought about Sakura and Naruto finding him, naked and used, on the top of the rocky cliff. His cock hardened whenever he remembered Zaku’s heartless thrusting, or the deep humiliation when the older boy’s cum filled his mouth. Sasuke needed to be used like that again. Sasuke’s soapy hand worked it’s way down the smooth inward curve of his stomach, happening upon his swollen cock. Sasuke wrapped three fingers around it, and began thrusting gently into his palm. He leaned forward, balancing himself against the wall with his shoulders, and reached his other hand behind and underneath, gasping as two fingers slid slowly inside. He forced the fingers deep into himself, gently massaging a sensitive bundle of nerves there. He panted loudly.
It wasn’t Sasuke’s fingers penetrating him, it was Zaku. Zaku forced his way into Sasuke’s hole while the boy was forced to pleasure himself. They were on the cliff again, the cold morning air chilling Sasuke’s skin. It’s smooth surface breaking into small goosebumps. It was raining. Zaku did not touch Sasuke, nor did he look at him. Zaku finished quickly, paying no attention to Sasuke’s needs or desires. He pulled out of Sasuke’s ass, spilling cum onto Sasuke’s back. Sasuke groaned with disappointment, and the fantasy was over. He shuddered against the tiled wall, thick cum running down his fingers and thighs. The orgasm was so uneventful, he hadn’t even noticed it. Something had to be done.

That afternoon, Sasuke and Kiba stood in the office of the Hokage.
“This mission should be simple, only the two of you will be going.” The third addressed both of them.
“Why us?” Replied Sasuke. He had been hoping for some time away from Kiba, time to focus on the one man that wouldn’t leave his thoughts. Kiba hid his anger at the question.
“The two of you have been working well together lately. Besides, both of you have excellent tracking and reconnaissance skills, which will be perfect to check up on the village of Sound.” Sasuke knew there would no arguing.

The hidden village of Sound was in the heart of the Country of Rice Fields. It was a few day’s travel. The boys filled their long days with perverse discussions. At night, they rested and fooled around. Sasuke spent a lot of energy avoiding Kiba’s advances, but playing hard-to-get only seemed to increase Kiba’s desire. Finally, after three days of running, they arrived at the border. The two ninja came to a stop, perched on a thin branch overlooking the wide valley that signaled the Country of Rice Fields. Sasuke surveyed the deserted field, but saw no one.
Sasuke felt a hand on his back. He tensed instinctively. How could someone have gotten behind him? He didn’t feel anyone’s presence. The hand traced down Sasuke’s spine, dipping below his waistband. Before Sasuke could react, the hand, complete with sharp, claw-like fingernails, pressed against his asshole. Furious, Sasuke leapt to the grassy meadow beneath them. Kiba landed gracefully at his side.
“What’s your fucking deal?” Kiba asked, incredulously.
“We’re on a mission. And, we’re in enemy territory.”
“I didn’t realize that meant that I couldn’t touch you.”
“Just drop it. Keep your fucking hands to yourself, and let’s get this over with.” Sasuke turned from Kiba, directing his anger over the rolling hills of the foreign country. Kiba snorted, staring at Sasuke with disbelief.
“I’m sorry, Sasuke.”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just…”
“I’m sorry that I’ve been a bad trainer up until now.” Sasuke heard a soft sound behind him, and turned. Kiba was clutching a short length of chain, at the end of which hung a leather collar. “Apparently I’ll have to treat you more like the dog you are, and see if I get better results.” Kiba leapt on Sasuke, tackling him before the Uchiha could react.

Zaku patrolled the borders of the village of Sound. Kin was traveling along the western border, Dosu the Eastern, and he the Southern, closest to Konoha. Zaku crept along the valleys and meadows of the countryside, in particular hurry. He had hours to kill before he would break for lunch. He came to a stop in a tall oak tree overlooking the valley bordering the country of fire. He heard something. It sounded like shouting. Zaku searched the horizon, until he finally saw two figures, just north of the border. He moved in for a better look.

Sasuke fought viscously against the choking collar, but Kiba quickly ended his struggles with a few well-placed kicks.
“I’m sorry Sasuke, but you’re going to have to spend the rest of the mission like this, until you learn how to behave.”
“Kiba, you son of a bitch, what if someone sees us? We’re fucked.” Kiba paused, striking an exaggerated pose of deep thought.
“You’re right, pet, someone could be watching us. I guess we better give them a better show.” Kiba started across the meadow, heading to a grove of young trees near it’s center. He dragged Sasuke behind him, eventually slowing to allow the boy time to get to his feet. Kiba threw the chain leash around the base of a young tree, looping into a rough knot. With Sasuke secured, Kiba went to work, stripping the boy’s clothes. He dropped them into haphazard piles, stopping only when Sasuke was naked.
Zaku watched from the branches above, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation. Obviously, the two Konoha ninjas were enemies, and could easily be defeated. However, Zaku noticed and recognized Sasuke. It seemed that he wasn’t the only one to use the boy’s finer features. Zaku decided to lengthen his day a little more. He figured that having a little more fun, and maybe showing Sasuke’s friend a better way to humiliate the Uchiha. Zaku reached up and untied his head protector. Sliding it into his tool pouch, he dropped to the ground. He held back the grace and dexterity that a ninja would normally rely on, resulting in a believably clumsy landing.
Kiba reacted first, drawing a kunai and leaping back to a defensive position. Zaku held up his empty hands, signaling he was unarmed, being sure to keep his palms pointed down.
“Who the fuck are you?” Kiba asked, in a panicky voice.
“No one, I’m just a farmer from a field to the north.” Zaku made no effort to camouflage his voice. He wanted Sasuke to hear him, wanted to know how he’d react. Kiba’s eyes searched Zaku for any sign that he was lying, but he found none. Slowly, and with great care, Kiba sheathed his kunai. Zaku sighed with relief. He turned to Sasuke, and was pleased to see the boy shaking. However, what Zaku read as fear, Sasuke knew was something else entirely. Kiba, apparently just now recognizing the awkward scene he was in, jumped between the two.
“You should really just head off, this is…this is…”
“Don’t worry about it,” Zaku replied. “There aren’t many women on the farm, I know how these things go.” Zaku smirked, pleased with his ability to stay in character. Zaku crouched down beside the immobilized Sasuke, and ran his hands over Sasuke’s lines, treating him as a show animal. Zaku’s hand strayed between the boy’s toned thighs, and found a strangely erect cock. Is he liking this? Zaku thought to himself. Kiba caught the expression of confusion and, realizing that lying would be pointless, tried to explain.
“He likes being humiliated. He likes being treated like shit.” Kiba drew a nervous breath. He didn’t know where the situation was going, but it seemed to be getting out of his control, quickly. However, Kiba was not stupid, he had noticed Sasuke’s lack of interest recently, and thought that this might be a good way to rekindle the spark in their failing relationship.
“Well then,” Zaku began, standing to face Kiba. “How about we make it give us a show?”

Sasuke strained against the leather collar, his face flushed a bright red. He was completely naked, on his knees, shoulders to the ground. The grass, wet with morning dew, brushed against his sweat-stained cheek. His eyes fluttered open. Kiba and Zaku watched, each gently massaging their own engorged cocks. Sasuke was panting heavily, whining quietly as he masturbated. The steel chain linked to the collar was tied around the base of a nearby tree. His shoulders swayed as his hand moved, a furious blur, across his organ. His ass, a perfect curve, was pointed upward, as if begging the world to enter.
Sasuke brought the first two fingers of his spare hand to his mouth, suckling them, pulling them into his throat. Kiba let out an audible moan. Sasuke pulled the fingers free, a trail of saliva clinging from them to his pouting lips. He shifted, moving the hand underneath and behind him. Zaku moved to assist the boy. He spread Sasuke’s ass cheeks, allowing Sasuke easier access. The thirteen year old pressed the lubricated fingers against his asshole. Zaku backed up. Sasuke winced, a loud groan escaping his throat. The fingers slid, one joint at a time, into the tight cavity. When they were buried to the knuckle, he slid them back out, twisting the fingers as he plunged them in again.
He continued to masturbate like this, while Zaku and Kiba kneeled behind him. From behind, they could easily watch his little fingers work, while his cock bounced jovially in his fist. The boy was crying out loudly now, sweat running down his face. After a few more moments, He fell to his side, rolling over onto his back. He repositioned his arm, moving it underneath his body, so that he could penetrate his ass while giving both older boys a full view of his hairless cock. He no longer jerked off, instead using his free hand to lightly pinch his nipples while the other worked inside of him. Sasuke slid further from the tree, toward the two boys, tightening the leash, and causing it to choke him slightly. He lifted his hips in the air, thrusting his subtly curving cock into the air. He moved his hand down from his chest, cupping his balls while encircling the base of his cock with his index finger and thumb. He drilled his left index and middle finger deep into his yearning hole. Sasuke came, shooting the liquid through the morning air and onto his stomach, chest, and neck. A few small droplets landed on his chin and lips, and the boy greedily licked them up. He moved to a kneeling position, facing the two boys. He kept his left hand beneath him. Sasuke dragged his spare fingers up his body, gathering the glistening liquid on their tips, until darting out a bright pink tongue to pull it into his mouth. Sasuke swallowed the salty mixture, sighing as he cleaned his cock and abdomen.
As he licked the last of his cum from his fingers, he shuffled around, so that his lithe back faced the dominating males. Sasuke bent over, keeping his shoulders low to the ground. He pulled his left fingers free from his ass, instead presenting it to the two boys. His firm, pubescent package barely visible between his slender thighs. Sasuke’s toes curled as he looked back over his nubile frame
“It needs to be filled,” He spoke, in a soft voice, hardly audible over the morning birds. “My hole.” Kiba smirked, fangs visible, his erection already near bursting. He crawled toward Sasuke, licking his palms and coating his cock with a thin layer of lubricating saliva. He slid the head of his cock into the tight hole. Kiba reached forward, clamping his hands onto Sasuke’s shoulders, and lifting until the boy was upright on his hands and knees.
“I only fuck doggy style.” Kiba laughed, and thrust forward, forcing seven inches of cock into the narrow tunnel of Sasuke’s ass.
“Kiba.” Sasuke spoke it softly, disappointment masked as desire. Kiba felt the heat of the youth bearing down on his cock. Every inch of it felt like it was wrapped in hot silk. Kiba’s claw-like nails dug into Sasuke’s tender flesh, forming bright red dots of blood on the boy’s pale white skin.
Kiba sighed with contentment. Sasuke, growing impatient, began to rock his hips, forcing Kiba’s cock into an in-and-out motion. He moaned with desire, aching to be fucked, to be used. The collar was too tight, it was choking him, and Sasuke’s head was swimming. Every sensation seemed to double up and get stuck in his mind. The waves of pleasure coming from his ass magnified and rippled, sending shivers across his body. Kiba’s thrusting increased steadily, as he worked toward an increasingly rough rhythm. Quiet slaps echoed across the empty field as the curve of Sasuke’s ass met Kiba’s bony hips.
Zaku was tired of watching. As if Sasuke knew, he turned to face the sound ninja, and opened his mouth wide. Zaku hurried to the boy, placing his cock against Sasuke’s soft lips. Sasuke cried with pleasure, happily pulling Zaku’s erection into his mouth with a licentious pink tongue. Sasuke swallowed, pulling the first couple inches of Zaku’s cock into his throat. Sasuke looked up into Zaku’s eyes. Behind him, Kiba groaned loudly.
Kiba dragged his hands down Sasuke’s back, leaving eight scratches down the length of the boy’s spine. Kiba squeezed Sasuke’s hips, panting loudly. He thrust deeply into the boy, relishing in the warmth coiling around him. Kiba threw his head back, his body tense and coated with sweat. Sasuke turned his head, letting Zaku’s cock fall free. He wanted to see Kiba cum. He could feel Kiba’s cock jump inside him. Zaku spoke.
“Pull it out Kiba, I want to see it too.” Kiba nodded, waiting until he felt the hot rush of cum flowing through his cock. He pulled his erection free, stroking it violently as thick gobs of cum fell onto Sasuke’s back. It rolled down his ass crack, running down his thighs and falling into the bright green grass. Kiba fell back, catching his breath in the dewy field.
Zaku wasted no time. He moved behind Sasuke, and laid down in the grass. He placed his legs between Sasuke’s, and pulled the boy backward. Sasuke squatted over Zaku’s cock, allowing the older male to guide him. Zaku placed his hands on Sasuke’s hips, and lowered him slowly onto his cock. Sasuke’s back went rigid, as Zaku’s larger cock penetrated him. Sasuke slid down until his ass was resting on Zaku’s hips. Eight inches of cock filled Sasuke’s hole. The tight flesh encased Zaku’s cock completely. Zaku lifted Sasuke, and pulled him down again. Sasuke cried out each time he came down. Zaku grinned, bringing his hips up to meet Sasuke mid-air.
The boy licked his hand, and wrapped it around his boyish cock, rubbing it’s head in rhythm with their movement. He panted heavily, letting out embarrassed whines as his pleasure grew.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Sasuke said breathily. Zaku grunted in response. He thrust harder, turning Sasuke’s moans into shouts. Sasuke’s hand clamped around his cock, his entire body quaking. He let out a series of loud cries as hot cum ran from his hand, spilling onto Zaku’s cock beneath him. Zaku held Sasuke upright, continuing to thrust into the spasming opening. Sasuke shouted loudly, a series of words that made little sense. “Fuck! My ass! Fill me, Zaku!” As the words left Sasuke’s mouth, Zaku shot a hand up, grabbing Sasuke’s hair. He pulled the boy’s head down and back, until it was close to his mouth.
“Don’t ever give me orders, kid.” He shoved Sasuke forward again. The boy groaned, placing his hands on Zaku’s thighs to balance himself. He mustered his remaining strength to bounce his ass on Zaku’s shaft, helping to force it deep into him. Zaku’s thrusts became sharp, hard, and deep. His hips flew off the ground as his body peaked. Zaku felt liquid fire building in his lower stomach, and he clung to Sasuke with desperation. He forced his cock in one last time, his back forming a long arch. The cum filled Sasuke quickly, causing the boy to moan with ecstasy. Zaku held the orgasm as long as he could endure, until finally surrendering and falling heavily back to the earth.
As cum began to pool between them, Sasuke turned his head, and brought his lips to Zaku’s. He felt a sudden, and sharp jerk at his throat, tearing his head backward, and sending his vision whirling.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“What do you mean?” Sasuke looked hurt.
“What do you think this is? Get off of me.” Zaku shoved Sasuke forward. The boy rolled off, falling gracefully into the grass, where he curled his legs up toward his chest. He held his knees and rested his head on the soft ground. Despite being tied to a tree, or perhaps because of it, Sasuke felt completely satisfied for the first time. When he next looked up, signs of fatigue appearing on his round cheeks, Zaku was walking away, clothes over his arm.
“Where are you going, Zaku?” The older boy paused, and laughed quietly.
“Home.”
“Can I come with you?” Zaku turned to face him, his expression cold.
“Not this time, little Uchiha. Maybe next time.” With that, he leapt into the tree branches and disappeared. Kiba stood, baffled.
“Sasuke, how did you know his name?”