Broken Strings

Naruto: Broken Strings
Esoteric Style

The two guardsmen sat in the shaded booth at the entrance of the village. It had been a long hot day, and now that it was mere hours until dusk, their boredom was quickly approaching it’s peak. Kotetsu was staring blankly into the empty sky, reclining back in his uncomfortable chair. He counted clouds as they passed. Izumo, to his right, had taken to balancing pens and other various items on top of each other, keeping track of height, and trying to beat his record. Currently, he had a foot-and-a-half tall stack of rocks, each balanced precariously on the uneven surface of the one below it. Periodically, Izumo would let out a heavy sigh as the tower collapsed onto the worn wooden desk surface.
Kotetsu yawned, stretching his arms out and folding them behind his head. Izumo attempted two more times to best his record, before giving up and tossing the rocks outside onto the dirt entrance road. Kotetsu watched the cloud of dust kicked up by the falling stones, staring, disinterested, as the cloud grew and twisted in the breeze. Izumo leaned forward, resting his head on his hands while he blew a stray hair out of his face. The sound of footfalls broke their tedium. Both guardsmen leapt upright, searching wide-eyed through the brown haze to pick out the intruder. The slow, steady rhythm continued. The dust cloud was too thick, they couldn’t see who was approaching. In the distance, they heard the faint sound of wooden objects clacking loosely together. The hair stood up on the back of Kotetsu’s neck. Suddenly, both sounds stopped, and the dust cloud began to pull away on the wind.
A figure was slowly revealed. It was pale, with dark hair, feminine. Kotetsu’s mind shuffled through his mental catalogue of villagers. Something about the person in front of them seemed familiar, but bizarre at the same time. Izumo gasped.
“U…Uchiha Sasuke.” Kotetsu’s jaw dropped. He threw himself over the counter, staring intently into the dust cloud. As the last remnants cleared, he saw the truth. Uchiha Sasuke had just walked into the village, completely naked. He wore an expression of complete humiliation, and kept his eyes locked on the ground. Kotetsu gaped at him, shocked to see that the boy was very aroused. Again, it was Izumo who spoke.
“Sasuke, what….what in the hell…” Sasuke turned to face them, in a jerky, unnatural way. He kept his face pointed downward, but Kotetsu was sure he saw a light pink flush on Sasuke’s cheeks. The boy’s arm slowly raised, in a wide, shaking arc. He was holding a small white piece of paper. Kotetsu reached for the paper, but Izumo stopped him.
“This doesn’t seem right to me, Kotetsu.” Izumo looked at him for agreement. Kotetsu looked back and forth at the two of them. “What if that’s an exploding tag?” Kotetsu looked more closely at the paper. His eyes widened.
“It’s not an exploding tag. But…You should go. Go tell the fifth that something weird is going on. Go slowly though, don’t rush. I don’t want anyone to know something is off.” Izumo looked puzzled, but nodded and strode quickly away from the front gate. As soon as he was out of sight, Kotetsu snatched the note from Sasuke’s hand, reading it quickly to see if he had seen it right the first time. It only had two words printed on it: “Use me.”
Kotetsu looked back up to see Sasuke bent over the counter. He gasped and rushed out of the small guard booth. Sasuke was spreading his ass, inviting the older ninja to enter him. Kotetsu looked around, and seeing no one, let out a sigh of relief and grabbed Sasuke’s arm. The boy’s skin was cool, but sweaty. He tried to pull Sasuke into the safety of the booth, and was surprised to feel a very strong resistance at first. After a moment, Sasuke’s body seemed to go limp, and Kotetsu easily pulled him behind the counter of the booth. Sasuke seemed to stretch out and shake himself, only to go rigid once more. Kotetsu leaned over to check him over.
“Sasuke, what the hell is going on?” Above the guard booth, crouched in a tree, a sand genin, dressed in black, laughed under his breath.

Four days earlier, Kankurou was reclining against the base of a large tree in the country of river, halfway between Sunagakure and Konoha. He sighed with pleasure. Kankurou’s pinky slowly rose and fell; a nearly invisible bluish thread of chakra connected it to Sasuke’s head, which was currently sliding up and down the length of Kankurou’s cock. Sasuke’s arms, also controlled by Kankurou’s technique, were wrapped around the sand genin’s thighs. Sasuke looked up at Kankurou with pleading eyes, but the begging was meaningless. Kankurou raised his pinky, pulling Sasuke’s head up until it came to rest a few inches above his navel. Sasuke’s hand jerkily moved from Kankurou’s back, moving until his fingers slowly closed on the sand nin’s shaft. It was hot to the touch, and rigid. Kankurou had been using Sasuke’s mouth for nearly an hour, and was sure to cum at any moment.
Sasuke had been taken by surprise. Kankurou asked to meet him again at the halfway point between their two villages. They had been meeting off and on for several months, Sasuke had found Kankurou to be well-endowed and forceful in bed, two characteristics that he appreciated in men. They had been growing steadily more and more adventurous, sexually, and finally had decided to try light bondage. It had led to this scenario. While Sasuke waited patiently for Kankurou’s arrival, the sand ninja secretly attached several chakra threads to Sasuke’s body, revealing himself only when Sasuke was entirely under his control.
Sasuke’s arm was moved, pulling his hand along the length of Kankurou’s shaft. Sasuke tried his hardest to act turned-on. The truth of the matter was that he would do this voluntarily; forcing him to do it seemed rather pointless and tame. The boy’s mouth was opened, as his hand was made to squeeze and milk Kankurou’s engorged cock. Within seconds, Kankurou came, holding Sasuke’s head steady as the liquid covered his face and lips.

After he had cleaned up in a nearby stream, Sasuke returned to Kankurou, and lay down in the grass, just out of arm’s reach. Kankurou rolled his eyes.
“You can’t be pissed I did that, you’re supposed to be my toy, remember?”
“That’s exactly the problem.” Sasuke rolled over, looking at Kankurou with a cold glare. “You were able to use me as your whore, to do anything you desired, and you just wanted a blowjob? That’s really the best you could do? I suck your cock every time we meet!” Kankurou seemed shocked, and hurt. He didn’t reply, he only stared back at the boy on the grass. “I wish you’d do something a little more humiliating, you know?”

Back in Konoha, Kankurou continued to laugh. He quietly commented, “Be careful what you wish for, little Uchiha.”
Kotetsu found nothing immediately noticeable wrong with the boy, but even as he examined him, Sasuke rolled onto his back, his arms loosely spread by his head, his legs in the air, bent at the knee, and parted slightly, to show off the tight, erect package between his thighs. Sasuke’s waist gyrated, causing his boyhood to rub along his inner thigh. The contact made goose bumps break out across his legs. Sasuke’s face was turned stiffly to the side, his eyes shut tightly. Kotetsu watched as Sasuke’s hand moved slowly down his body, the fingertips trembling as they slid down his stomach. As Sasuke’s hand gently rested around his shaft, a fast sharp gasp escaped his lips. Sasuke forcefully tried to regain his stoic expression, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to shut out the sensation. Sasuke’s hand worked between his parted thighs, stroking his youthful cock. Kotetsu felt an undeniable stiffness grow in his own groin. His eyes measured Sasuke, taking in every inch of the boy’s athletic build.
Kotetsu weighed his options and made a decision. It would be at least fifteen minutes before Izumo returned. He leaned back, and pressed his palm against a large switch on the wall. Large steel blinds fell from the top edge of the small guard station, closing off the wide opening and plunging the room into relative darkness. They were now cut off from the village, bathed in the subtle red lighting of the emergency lamps. Kotetsu turned back to Sasuke, who was writhing on the dirty floor. The hand grasping Sasuke’s cock was slick with saliva, and slid rapidly along the shaft’s length. Sasuke’s other hand snaked under and around his thigh, his two longest fingers spreading his asshole in a tempting invitation. Kotetsu did not require further begging. He quickly stripped off the militaristic vest and uniform, falling quickly to his knees between Sasuke’s legs. Sasuke’s hand retreated briefly, gathering spit from his tongue, before returning it to the hole to spread the lubrication liberally onto, and into, the tight orifice.
Sasuke repositioned again, bracing himself against the wall of the guard post. His legs were spread, his arms against the ground. The show, it seemed, was over. Kotetsu grabbed his cock, shivering at the sensation. It had been weeks since he had received any kind of sexual release. He shuffled forward, and guided his cock to Sasuke’s entrance. The boy stared directly into Kotetsu’s eyes, a pleading expression painted on his face, lower lip bitten. Kotetsu sighed and leaned forward, letting the impressive girth of his shaft to slide into Sasuke. The boy’s face scrunched. He became very still, his only movement being a slow nod, as if showing approval. Kotetsu slowed his pace, trying to give Sasuke time to adjust to the size, but Sasuke was in no mood to wait. He wrapped his legs around Kotetsu’s lower back, using his powerful legs to force the other man to hurry his penetration. The two males gasped, almost in unison, as Kotetsu’s cock filled Sasuke.
The boy loosened his legs from Kotetsu’s waist, allowing Kotetsu to thrust at his own rhythm. Sasuke’s hands pressed against the brick wall, adding leverage to the gyration of his hips. He pressed into Kotetsu’s thrusts, taking every inch of the man’s cock deeper. Sasuke’s face was tinted a light red, the flush even spreading to his chest as his arousal grew. Kotetsu’s rough hands slid delicately across the boy’s thighs, slick with a thin layer of sweat. They came to rest on Sasuke’s waist. Kotetsu’s thumbs rested on the boy’s prominent hips bones. He took control of Sasuke, directing the boy’s movements, eventually lifting his hips off the ground. At the new angle, Kotetsu’s cock did not move as deeply, but it did move more quickly. Sasuke could feel the ridge indicating the head of Kotetsu’s cock rubbing past the tightest part of his asshole. The sensation was incredible. Kotetsu’s pace became erratic. His vision wandered, settling on the small scrap of paper on the floor of the booth. The neatly written phrase, “use me,” flashing at him in dark black ink. He smirked, and gazed down at the boy he was holding. Sasuke’s eyes were closed, his pouty lips spread. His back twisted and arched in Kotetsu’s hands. Kotetsu pulled back, twisting his thrust to screw his cock along the inside of Sasuke’s ass. Kotetsu felt his orgasm build. If Sasuke wanted to be used, than he would be. Kotetsu dropped Sasuke to the dirt. The boy opened his eyes, his face the picture of hurt confusion. Kotetsu pulled his cock from the boy, and pushed Sasuke’s legs to the ground. He knelt between them, grasping his own cock, wrapping his thumb and index finger around it. Sasuke looked down the length of his body, watching Kotetsu’s hand work around the swollen shaft. Kotetsu’s face was strained.
Sasuke ran his hands down his body, grabbing the base of his cock. Kotetsu looked down with amusement. The sight of Sasuke pleasuring himself was almost too much. Kotetsu bore down and gave in to the wave of pleasure. As large droplets of cum fell onto Sasuke’s stomach, chest, and neck, Sasuke reached his peak. As Kotetsu fell back against the wall, breathing heavily, and Sasuke’s cum fell onto his body, mixing with the older man’s, There was a loud and heavy knocking at the steel blinds. Izumo’s voice came from the other side.
“Kotetsu! What’s going on? Do you have Sasuke in there? I brought the fifth. We’re coming in.”

When Izumo finally snapped the lock and through open the steel shutters, Kotetsu was alone, a cloud of smoke dissipating beside him. Kotetsu seemed worn out, and out of breath.
“What happened?”
“Um…” Kotetsu scratched his head and shrugged. On the roof, Sasuke met the glare of a furious puppet master. Kankurou grabbed Sasuke at the shoulder; the grip was too strong, and Kankurou’s fingers dug into Sasuke’s supple flesh.
“We’re going to have to talk once we get away from here.” Sasuke’s expression of confusion did nothing to affect Kankurou’s anger.

The couple was well into the forest outside of Konoha before Kankurou would speak. Finally, he came to a stop on a particularly large branch overlooking a deep blue stream. Sasuke skidded to a halt by the puppet-user, still baffled as to Kankurou’s rage. Sasuke spoke first.
“What the fuck are you pissed about? You’re the one that wanted me to do this in the first place!”
“First off,” Kankurou retorted, “You said you wanted to do something extreme. Second off, I didn’t realize that spicing up our sex life meant you could go around fucking desk jockeys while I sat on a fucking roof.”
“How can you blame me for that? You were controlling me with the chakra strings!”
“The technique broke as soon as the shutters went down. Did that not occur to you?” Sasuke was shocked. He stared blankly at Kankurou, defenseless. “You did all that on your own.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Sasuke said, pleadingly. “I just wanted to feel used. I thought…I thought…”
“You thought what? That I would get turned on listening to you get your brains fucked out by a total stranger?” Sasuke’s confusion flashed briefly to anger.
“It’s not like you’d be capable of doing it!” The comment hit Kankurou hard, his expression quickly shifting from anger to shock. The change did not last long. He leapt at Sasuke, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him roughly into the trunk of the tree. His mouth was close to Sasuke’s ear when he spoke next, and the boy could feel the fierce rage in Kankurou’s voice.
“You don’t think I’m capable? Am I not man enough for you, little Uchiha? Am I too queer to beat the fuck out of you, cum in your ass, and leave you to fucking bleed?” Kankurou spun Sasuke around with enough force to dizzy him. Sasuke felt himself shoved, face-first, into the rough bark of the tree. He shot his arms forward, clinging to the wood to steady himself as behind him, Kankurou was rushing forward to grab Sasuke by the hair. Kankurou pushed Sasuke’s face into the trunk, ignoring Sasuke’s cries as the sharp wood scratched and cut his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sasuke’s voice was panicky.
“You wanted to be used,” Kankurou said, matter-of-factly. “I’m using you.” Kankurou pulled Sasuke’s head back and rammed into the tree with all of his force. “Now shut the fuck up before I have to knock you out first.” Sasuke’s body lay limply against the tree. He struggled to support himself. Kankurou was surprised to find that both he and Sasuke were becoming rapidly aroused from the behavior. Kankurou dragged Sasuke’s hips backward, forcing him into a bent position. He placed his now erect cock at Sasuke’s asshole and, using spit for lubrication, shoved it deep into Sasuke. The boy was still sore from his encounter with Kotetsu, and he shrieked more than he generally would.
Sasuke clung desperately to the large tree, fighting against the pain. Any time he tried to move to get more comfortable, Kankurou would thrust more vigorously, forcing him back down against the tree. Kankurou kept one hand planted on the back of Sasuke’s skull, the other clawing into his waist, cutting into the bruises that Kotetsu’s hand had left behind. Small tears formed in the corners of Sasuke’s eyes as the pain increased. He looked back into Kankurou’s face, hoping to see pity, but he found only an emotionless glare. The sand ninja stared at Sasuke, his piercing eyes hurting Sasuke more than any physical pain could.
Kankurou forced Sasuke’s head away, directing it back against the tree. Every time Kankurou’s hips made contact with Sasuke’s, the boy’s face was driven into the cutting bark. Kankurou huffed loudly; he was enjoying teaching Sasuke a lesson, and had no intention of concerning himself with Sasuke’s enjoyment of the experience. He assumed that Sasuke was sobbing, as his body was jerking and spasming around his cock. It felt incredible. Sasuke clung desperately to the tree, trying to support enough of his body weight to take the pressure off of Kankurou’s grip. Sasuke’s muscles were tensely drawn across his narrow frame, dripping with sweat and blood from the dozens of small scrapes and scratched the bark left on his pale skin. Kankurou’s hand slipped down the boy’s body, coming to rest on his ass, leaving a dark red smear behind it. Both of them knew Kankurou was close. The heat building between them was unmistakable. When Sasuke spoke, the sound seemed to surprise both of them.
“You can cum in me, if you want.” Kankurou laughed.
“I didn’t realize I needed your permission. A slut like you, I figured it was expected.” Kankurou released Sasuke’s head, instead grabbing the other side of Sasuke’s ass. He increased his speed and force, drilling into Sasuke with a sense of determination. He wanted to be deep when he filled Sasuke. He wanted the boy to feel every drop of it. Kankurou was not disappointed. Sasuke gasped as the first jets of hot liquid entered him. The tight space was filled quickly. Kankurou backed up a step, pulling himself free. As Kankurou regained his breath, Sasuke spun and fell back, collapsing against the tree trunk. He was breathing hard, his cock standing rigid.
“Is it my turn now?” Sasuke asked, flashing a seductive glance at Kankurou while sliding one finger down the length of his erect boyhood. Kankurou shot Sasuke a disinterested glance over his shoulder.
“Knock yourself out, kid.” He chuckled to himself and added, “You seem to be pretty good about pleasing yourself on your own. Maybe Kotetsu can help.”