Naruto: Secure Beneath the Watchful Eyes.

Naruto: Secure Beneath the Watchful Eyes.
Esoteric Style

The boy leaned against the cold brick, catching his breath. The alleyway was dark, there was no sun here. He dropped the paper package he had been carrying, as he was forced to hold himself up with both arms. His body hitched, and his lungs burned with each breath. He couldn’t run much longer. He heard voices coming from around the corner; they had caught up again. Zaku leaned down, scooping up the package, and took off, favoring his left leg, which had been strained as he ran. He darted wildly from one alleyway to the next, navigating the labyrinthine passages through the city easily. However, the boys chasing him were older, much older, and they were faster. He couldn’t lose them, and quickly became reckless and scared. Zaku became disoriented, and lost track of where he was going. Panicking, he darted around a corner, and found himself trapped. The alleyway ended in a narrow dead end. By the time he noticed, it was already too late. The pounding footsteps behind him heralded his fate. He had been caught.
Zaku turned, facing the two large silhouettes blocking the only exit to the alleyway. They approached him slowly, their need to rush gone now that he was cornered. The figure on the left pulled an object out of his pocket. Zaku couldn’t see it, but the man’s confident gait suggested something hostile. The man on the right spoke with a low, satisfied tone, as if they had been hoping this situation would arise.
“Looks like you’re out of options, thief.”
“Shouldn’t you be crying out for help, boy?” Zaku stared at the approaching men, his voice somehow lost. He clutched his bag tightly, not sure if he was crushing the contents within, and not really considering the possibility. The men continued toward him, the features on their faces now coming into view.
“Or are you all alone?”
“Just another fucking street kid, eh?”
“I guess no one will notice you missing.” What looked like the oldest of the two said this. He had thick dark hair that was cropped short. This had the unfortunate side effect of showing off his broad sloping brow and rigid, squared-off cheekbones. He appeared to be around seventeen. The other figure, holding the mysterious object, appeared a little younger, maybe as young as fifteen or sixteen. His hair was just as dark, but slightly longer, hanging haphazardly over his forehead and ears. It ended just over his small round nose, obscuring most of his left eye from Zaku’s vision. Both of the men were very plain in appearance, wearing the dirty brown overalls typical of merchants and hired help in the community. As their faces became more clear, Zaku could read an expression on each that told him that they were not in a forgiving mood. His stomach rumbled loudly, though neither of the men seemed to notice or care. Zaku placed his young hand on his abdomen and sighed.
“Shit.” He muttered, unsure of what action to take. The older man ended up approaching him first. When Zaku did not flinch or back up, the man roughly snatched the paper sack from Zaku’s hands, and tossed it over his shoulder to his partner. The younger man spoke.
“Bread. It’s just fuckin’ bread.”
“Take some money when we get back,” The older man replied. “As far as anyone will know, this kid took it.”
“Sounds good. It’s just unfortunate that he got away from us, and that we never saw him after we left the stand.” The older man nodded. He placed a calloused hand under Zaku’s chin, turning the boy’s face up toward his own. “How old is he?”
“Don’t really know,” The older teen replied. “From the baby-fat, anywhere between eight and ten.”
“Ooh,” The younger hooted. “Still soft to the touch. I like ‘em like that.” Zaku could hear the rustling of fabric as the younger forced his dirty hand into his pants. He took a large bite of the bread loaf, chewing the bread crudely before tossing the package to a corner of the alley. “I bet he’d still look like a girl from behind.” Zaku, terrified, found his body paralyzed. He couldn’t find the strength to run, nor the energy to scream. The sprint to escape had taken the last reserve he had left, and against boys of this size, what match would he be? The older ran his fingers across Zaku’s face, prodding his lips, and holding back his lengthy, unkempt hair. The younger, no longer satisfied playing backup, took his place at the elder’s side.
Zaku – nine years old, alone, and terrified – scooted backward, his back already against the far wall. Zaku now saw the object the younger held in his hand. It was a large pocketknife. The blade glinted in one of the tiny beams of light piercing the darkness of the alleyway. The elder smirked, catching the fear in Zaku’s eyes. He began the attack. The elder dropped his hand from Zaku’s face, grabbing the boy’s shirt, pulling it quickly upward. The fabric got caught briefly on Zaku’s face, but the older teen worked it off, discarding it to the ground. Zaku instinctively covered himself, trying to protect his tender skin from harm. He felt warm liquid running down his face and realized he was crying. He was ashamed. He didn’t even know what was happening, he certainly didn’t seem to be being punished, but he knew that this was nothing he wanted to happen. The younger eyed him while he twirled the knife in his hand. The act was mindless, as if an old habit. The elder did not waste time on such pointless intimidation tactics. Zaku obviously wasn’t going anywhere. Even if he had wanted to, he had nowhere to go.
The elder gingerly rubbed Zaku’s chest and back. Zaku’s skin was soft, untouched. Despite being rather dirty, Zaku’s skin was milky and unblemished. The older boy’s fingers seemed to take all of this information in, traveling slowly over Zaku’s collarbone, nipples, abdomen, over his hipbones, still hidden under the soft flesh of youth. The elder grabbed Zaku’s waistband. His index and middle fingers on each hand worked their way under the fabric, lying parallel with Zaku’s legs. He moved them closer together, closer to the center of Zaku’s body. His index finger rubbed up against a small, hairless package between Zaku’s legs. The tiny boy gasped. This was new. He had been beaten before – Zaku was not the most accomplished thief – but he had never experienced anything like this. The younger looked on, his hand down the front of his pants. Zaku didn’t know what to expect next.. The elder answered his question for him, by pulling the boy’s pants to the ground, and pulling his legs free of them. Zaku immediately dropped his hands to cover his bouncing boyhood in a gesture of innocence that renewed the younger’s interest.
The elder grabbed Zaku’s arms and pulled them away. Zaku struggled against him, causing the elder to retaliate. The older teen raised his arm and backhanded Zaku. The rough attack sent the boy sprawling to the dirt. The elder plucked him up, and set him on his feet again. Zaku, dazed, slouched back against the wall.
“Don’t fight me,” The elder began. “Or I’ll hit you again. If you still fight back after that,” He gestured toward the younger teen, “He’ll cut you, and then you’ll die.” He spoke with a voice so lacking in remorse that Zaku had no choice but to believe him. The elder brushed dirt off of the boy’s side, and set his attention to Zaku’s boyhood. He grabbed the shaft, stroking it to watch Zaku’s reaction. Zaku was trapped in conflict. He was now sure that he was being punished, though part of it felt good. He didn’t know how to feel, but over all, he felt very dirty. He didn’t think anyone should touch him there, but at the same time, part of him didn’t want the boy to stop. Much to the elder teen’s surprise, Zaku’s young cock stiffened in his hand. He stepped to the side, allowing the younger teen to get a good view.
The younger teen groaned with lust. He stared at the boy, having never before seen such a young child aroused and nude in front of him before. He couldn’t hold back any longer, and he knew that if he didn’t make a move now, he wouldn’t get first dibs. The younger approached Zaku, lowering his pants and lifting the hem of his shirt. The younger teen was tall, and Zaku found himself just over eye-level with the boy’s erect cock. He had never seen one this big, though his only means of comparison were his friends while they bathed in the river. The younger smiled, it felt good to finally get the pressure of his pants off of his erection. He ignored the older boy. He knew that if given the opportunity, the elder would take the boy first, and that was a privilege that the younger felt he deserved. He held the knife at Zaku’s throat, placing his unencumbered hand at Zaku’s mouth.
“Open up, kid,” He said, while squeezing Zaku’s cheeks. Obediently, Zaku parted his pouty lips, opening his mouth about half an inch. “Wider than that, can’t you see how much I’ve got to fit in there?” The younger placed his fingers in Zaku’s mouth, spreading his jaws until the boy’s mouth was formed into a wide ‘O.’ Even at it’s widest, Zaku’s mouth was small, and the youngest estimated that it would be just large enough to fit the head of his cock in. “Keep your lips over your teeth. If I feel anything hard on my cock, I’m slicing your throat.” He pressed the blade against Zaku’s skin as if proving that he was capable of fulfilling his threat. Zaku turned his lips inward. The younger smiled, and after sending a triumphant glance at his older partner, placed the head of his cock against Zaku’s lips. The boy’s eyes widened with horror. Zaku had only now realized what was going to happen. He almost closed his mouth in disgust, but, feeling the pressure of the knife at his throat, fought the urge.
The younger’s guess was correct. After sliding the first inch or so of his cock into Zaku’s mouth, he felt that it could go no further. The boy was already choking and gagging as well. He pulled back a tiny bit, just enough to let the boy breathe, while still keeping the head of his cock inside the boy’s mouth. While the younger teen struggled to get enjoyment from Zaku’s mouth, the older had sat squatted down to a lower stance. He placed one hand on Zaku’s boyhood, and the other on his own. He prodded and rubbed Zaku’s small cock, delighting in the boy’s exaggerated reactions. The younger was oblivious to the elder’s actions. He had placed a hand on Zaku’s messy hair, and pulled on the boy’s head, directing his motion. As Zaku swallowed instinctively, his tongue undulated along the younger’s cock head.
The elder stood again, and pulled his own cock from his clothing. He grabbed the younger’s cock, wrapping his worker’s hands around it. The younger sighed happily, and reached over to wrap his fingers around the older’s shaft. The older placed his empty hand around the younger’s, and held it still. He spoke to the younger teen, though he was looking at Zaku.
“Let the boy do the work. What else is he here for?” The younger nodded and released his partner’s shaft. The elder grabbed both of Zaku’s hands, and placed one onto each of their cocks. “Stroke them, kid.” Zaku did as he was told, slowly pumping his fists along the lengths of the teen’s cocks. The younger added another order, shifting the knife to allow Zaku more mobility, “Use your pretty mouth too. I didn’t get my fill of it yet.” Zaku closed his eyes. Thin lines of moisture ran from each eye to his jaw. He leaned forward, and stuck a small portion of his tongue between his lips. He licked cautiously at the younger’s cock. The younger teen felt the boy’s hot, jagged breath on his skin, and moaned as the boy’s inexpert tongue explored his cock head. The older teen let the younger use Zaku’s mouth. He knew that patience would be rewarded here, and he was in no rush to finish things early.
The younger, on the other hand, did not care to take his time. Zaku’s prepubescent body took him to new heights of arousal. Zaku’s tongue, tiny and warm, danced over the sensitive nerves in the younger’s cock. He lost himself. Dropping the knife, he buried both hands in Zaku’s hair, clenching it tight between his fingers. He lunged his cock forward, sliding the head between Zaku’s lips. When Zaku released his cock in surprise, the younger chastised him.
“Don’t you dare stop now, you little slut. You’re going to make me finish in your mouth or I’ll fucking kill you.” Zaku had no idea what the teenager meant, but latching on to the word ‘finish,’ he grabbed the cock again, hoping that the ordeal would soon be over. Zaku pumped the younger’s cock with a newfound ferocity, welcoming it into his tiny mouth, which was stretched as widely as it could be. The younger began to moan in loud rhythmic grunts. The elder sighed, knowing that his accomplice had already run out of time. Cum bubbled out of the tight cracks between Zaku’s lips and the younger’s cock. The boy’s eyes were spread wide, and his face was bright red. The younger grabbed his cock and pulled it free, milking the last few drops onto Zaku’s stunned face.
The younger collapsed against the left wall, breathing heavily. Zaku raised a small hand to his face, wiping the hot fluid from his face with his fingers. He stared at it for a moment, his other hand still resting unconsciously on the elder’s cock.
Zaku slid to the side, trying to work his way into the far corner of the dead end. He looked up at the older teen in horror, trying to predict what terror would come next. The elder approached him, reaching out to grab the boy by the shoulders. Zaku panicked. He struck out at the teen, hitting him in the ribs. The attack was weak and futile, but for some reason, it enraged the teenager. Perhaps it was simply the fact that a weak little victim like Zaku would dare to strike back. The elder bared his teeth and lunged. He grabbed Zaku roughly by the neck, and spun him around, ramming him face-first into the wall. Zaku let out a short cry, which was stifled as the wind was knocked out of him. The elder took in Zaku’s form. His back was smooth and lithe, ending in a cute dimple just over the boy’s pert young ass. The elder held Zaku against the rough surface with one hand, using the other to reach downward, forcefully spreading the boy’s legs at the thigh. The elder suckled on his pinky, and once lubricated, reached back down and slid it into Zaku’s asshole.
The entrance was mercilessly tight, even keeping the small finger inside was a struggle. To further complicate matters, Zaku was spasming wildly, crying out with pain and struggling to escape. The elder twisted his finger in Zaku, screwing in it’s entire length. He did not stop until the action began to see less resistance. At this point, he retracted the finger, and repositioned himself. In order to get his cock at Zaku’s level, he was forced to kneel. He pulled the boy down with him, forcing Zaku onto his hands and knees. The teen slathered his cock in saliva, and grasped it’s base with his free hand. His other was occupied holding Zaku’s arms together behind his back. He directed his cock to Zaku’s opening, pushing it’s head into the first section of Zaku’s ass. He held it there, enjoying the boy’s horrific screams. Tears streamed down Zaku’s face as he shrieked. No pain in his life compared to this. As the boy’s screams lowered to loud sniffles, his body quaking excessively, The elder pushed forward some more. Though he could hardly fit more than two or three inches into the nine-year-old’s ass, the sensation was incredible. Blood dripped from the boy onto the dirt between their legs.
The younger teen watched from the opposite wall. He regretted his decision to finish early. In front of him, The elder began to thrust, groaning with pleasure as the boy’s body moved around him. He grabbed one of Zaku’s arms in each of his hands, and pulled backward. Using the boy’s own weight as leverage, he thrust deeply into him. Zaku winced as the teen’s cock stretched his ass to it’s limit. His childish package bounced with each of the teen’s thrusts. The younger teen’s eyes were locked on it. He gulped as he watched, and found himself masturbating to the show. With just over half of his cock inside of the boy, the elder teen groaned loudly. The younger crawled closer, kneeling just to Zaku’s side. He stroked himself with one hand, using the other to fondle Zaku’s boyhood. He got an incredible charge from touching the boy. Every now and then, he would leave Zaku’s body, instead squeezing his partner’s ass, or tightly gripping the base of the elder’s cock. He would then run his hand up Zaku’s back and back to his bouncing cock.
The elder teen’s stamina was wearing thin. Zaku’s ass was a vice on his shaft, constantly milking and squeezing every inch of buried cock. He shifted his knees, gaining a lower stance so that he could drill upward, grazing his head against every possible surface of Zaku’s interior. He concentrated on the liquid fire building in him, slowing his breathing as every nerve in his body came to life. He looked over to see his younger partner chewing on his lower lip. His eyes were closed. The younger was feeling his peak for the second time that day. He released his held breath in one large gasp as he came. The angle he was at caused the liquid to shower onto Zaku’s side and back, with some drops flying upward onto the young boy’s stomach and crotch. Zaku whimpered as the cum hit him. This, coupled with the sight of his friend’s ejaculation, brought the older teen to a plateau. He opened his mouth and moaned loudly, forcing his cock painfully into the small boy as he gave in to orgasm. The hole became slick as most of the cum erupted from around his cock to fall on the filth beneath them. The elder held onto his peak, thrusting quickly and sharply into the well-lubricated hole.
The teenagers leaned against the brick wall, relaxing as they forced the boy to clean their shafts with his mouth. The boy unwillingly swallowed every drop of the cum that clung to each of their cocks. Just as he was finishing, the boys heard the distant sound of someone approaching. Perhaps they had been too loud after all. The older teen stood, and delivered a hard punch to Zaku’s face. The boy fell unconscious immediately. The teens redressed him quickly, using dirt to cover most of the easily identifiable stains on the fabric. They cleaned themselves up, hiking their pants back up and tidying their shirts. Once they looked presentable, they turned and ran back the way they had come, to report back home about the thief they caught up with.