‘Pin’ & Ink- Everyone has a Kink

Kakashi walked down the aisle of the bookshop, skimming the spines of the manga stocked shelves with his exposed eye.
‘Own it, own it, bought two copies by accident,’ he thought to himself as he reviewed the selection with frustration. This was the fourth store he had tried today and it had the largest hentai collection in Konoha. Worse, still, this particular store stocked imports from as far away as Marsh Country. Did he really own every volume of hentai published to date? Well he could re-read Tentacles and Virgin Bait or Kunoichi Rumble, his favorite volumes; but the pages of both were growing tattered and his edition of Tenatacles was stained at the best part. Where was he going to find new material for his daily fix, he was wondering to himself, when a loud “ahem,” caught his attention from behind.
He turned to discover Shizune standing behind him, her arms crossed in a stern stance of disappointment.
“I knew I’d find you here! Tsunade is on the warpath. Your team was supposed to have turned in that last mission report over three hours ago.”
“I gave it to Sai to complete,” he explained.
“Well he definitely hasn’t dropped it off yet. I think you need to go find out what’s taking so long. I’ll try to earn you a short delay with Tsunade but you had better get the paperwork over to the tower within the hour,” she huffed off without even waiting for an answer on his part.
Kakashi sighed but obeyed her orders. He would have to finish browsing later.
He arrived at Sai’s apartment where no one answered the door. He tried the knob; the door was unlocked. Sai must be in the bathroom on the landing. There was no point in waiting. Perhaps he would find the finished report inside.
Kakashi entered the simply furnished room. There was little to see apart a bed and a small kitchen corner with just the basics for meal preparation. The main focus was definitely a large drawing table surrounded by spotlights and plastered over with sketches at differing degrees of completion. Jars of ink and brushes lined another narrow table off to the side.
Kakashi caught sight of the tail end of a very official looking paper sticking out from underneath the desktop. That was definitely the mission report.
He lifted the top to remove the document but what he discovered inside was a treasure beyond even his wildest dreams. Looking at the cover Kakashi immediately recognized a volume of hentai he had never seen before, probably because this was not a published volume but one that had been bound by hand, most certainly by the mangaka himself. Whether it was appropriate or not to snoop into Sai’s affairs mattered none to the older shinobi now that he had the object he had been coveting all day long between his hands.
The large breasted, wide hipped girl drawn on the back was your random sex kitten. Kakashi knew these well enough; but you could visibly see his real eye expand and dilate once he discovered the protagonists of the story following a quick glimpse inside.
That was when the sharingan wielder’s acute hearing caught the sound of the apartment door latch clicking back. He had just enough time to grab the report and close the desktop before darting out of the window undetected. That had been a close call, not that Sai wouldn’t discover the missing paper and novel if he was any kind of shinobi worthy of wearing the Konoha hitaiite, but there was no way in hell that Kakashi was going to hand back over this little jewel before giving it a good and thorough reading.
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Kakashi was just coming down from the high of a second round fap. He might have been a connoisseur of good hentai but this was, well, to say the least, excellent. Why was Sai’s work so much better than what he had previously read? The reason- this work featured none other than Anko and Ibiki; and knowing the characters made the events way hotter. This was the lazy man’s form of voyeurism.
Sai had portrayed them down in the interrogation cells making use of the equipment in place. Kakashi wasn’t sure why Sai had chosen to make Ibiki so out of character but in this scenario Anko had blindfolded and chained him to the cellar wall. She removed her kunai from her thigh holster and cut slowly and deliberately down through his shirt and the leather of his belt, leaving a thin line marked by droplets of blood that beaded in the wake of her weapon’s passage. She licked down Ibiki’s exposed chest, following the descent of many other scars, scars that would have disgusted any other woman but which had been the biggest turn on for this kunoichi. They were her proof that Ibiki was definitely the manliest amongst men and there was nothing sexier than making a ‘real’ man weep. She had figured out long ago that he didn’t need to be gagged. He didn’t flinch as she helped his pants drop to his ankles, exposing an erect, ready member. Yes, this was why she loved her sessions with the torturer. No matter what the punishment she knew he would only ask for more, never begging, but always wanting. Would she be able to break his spirit this time? Perhaps he only enjoyed their sessions for the ideas they gave him when it came to dealing with the village’s prisoners, she decided, as she proceeded to slap a riding crop up his inner thighs, leaving whelps all the way up to his tightening balls before pressing them firmly with the length of the instrument. She tilted the horse whip up to slide roughly against his jewels and in between the crack of his buttocks. After much painful friction, she turned the crop around and used the hilt to rape the small hole of his anus. She took him with no preparation, no lubrication, but still he stood firm, relishing in his own silence while she basted in her juices at the omnipotent pleasure of power that waiting for him to exhibit even the slightest quiver would procure. After much manhandling, he released a large stream of semen onto his scarred stomach and chest still without the slightest utterance, proud of his verbal restraint. He would never give the enemy what they (or in this case- she) wanted. Oh, yes, this was her little pleasure, she thought as she slipped her hands over his now wet and sticky, abdominal muscles, imaging the day when she would come equipped with the large phallus that might finally bring him to his knees. Next time she might wear a strap-on or (much worse for his ego) bring in one of the prisoners to fuck him raw and hopefully finally watch him whimper and beg. Until then she would guard her orgasm, needing the build-up of desire to attack him with much less mercy next time.
The scenario was definitely hot, but Kakashi had to wonder how such a wet fish as Sai could come up with such amazing material.
He would have liked to have kept the book but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that Sai wasn’t looking for it already. Maybe if he could place it back discreetly in his room then he wouldn’t have to explain himself or face the consequences.
Kakashi leapt up into a tree placed conveniently in front of Sai’s window. He was hoping to find the small room empty so that he could innocently return the volume to its hiding place; but the room was far from empty.
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“Ino, do you always have to distract my work?”
“Well it’s not like you’ve ever given me a clear ‘no’ and I’m horny as hell after that last one,” she explained before placing Sai’s engorged member back into her mouth. She was placed well under the artist’s desk but even from here she could sense another chakra presence and knew that they weren’t completely alone.
She decided to stop giving head. Sai was definitely hard enough and she revealed herself from her hiding spot under the artist’s table to sit in his lap, talking his length between the burning hole hidden inside her thighs.
Sai attempted to continue working while Ino pumped up and down on his hardened sex.
“I-Ino! S-stop! You’re g-going to make me spill m-my ink,” he spurted, only to give in as he stopped drawing and forced himself upon the demanding kunoichi, pushing her back into the desk he had been drawing on.
Bottles of black ink did in fact spill onto the table, staining the girl’s hair and skin but Sai paid little mind, despite his earlier warning, as he pumped into her eager flesh. She pushed his head down, forcing his mouth into a kiss, attempting to retain her cries, as she felt her vaginal walls flex around the member she had been so yearning to fell beat of its own will between her thighs.
Sai released at the pull of her beckoning walls. Ino definitely had a way of getting what she wanted.
From his spot perched up on the branch outside of Sai’s window, Kakashi had to admit that this was finally turning into his lucky day. By some unknown stroke of luck he was getting a glimpse into the sex lives of a few of Konoha’s top shinobi. Still he had to bring back the book and there was no better, more innocent way to enter, than through the front door.
He knocked.
“Hey, Kakashi!” a re-clothed Ino nearly shouted with a twinge of disgust before the door had even been swung open widely enough for her to see that it was him. She was still stained by ink and longed to return home for a good shower and bath.
“That’s Kakashi…sensei,” he insisted on the term of respect with a strong crinkle of his real eye that he had over-practiced to show that he was smiling despite the mask.
“After what you just saw, let’s keep it at Kakashi,” she insisted, turning to saunter back into the apartment.
There was a spot of embarrassment for the single sharingan wielder as he entered the room holding the stolen manuscript.
“Uh, Sai,” he went directly towards the artist who was cleaning up the mess on his table. “I came to pick up the mission report earlier and picked this up by accident,” he cleared his throat.
“And was it good?”
“Well…” his voice trailed off wondering if he could lie and pretend that he hadn’t read the contents; but deciding otherwise continued: “Ok, this has got to be the best story I’ve read in a while. What made you invent a scenario involving Ibiki and Anko though?”
“Who said that it’s invented,” Ino broke in.
Kakashi looked perplexed as his good eye drooped in curiosity.
“Maybe I should explain,” said Sai. “Ino came around here not too long ago so that I could do her portrait. We started talking about who I had and hadn’t drawn, what I had and hadn’t drawn came up as well and somehow we ended up on the topic of erotic pictures and how difficult it is for an artist to put on canvas the visions in his mind.”
“That’s when I began to explain to him some of the scenes I’ve witnessed through other people’s eyes,” Ino took over. “Down in the interrogations department Ibiki has had me working on learning to separate a person’s fantasies and dream world thoughts from real memories. It makes the work go faster for extracting information. He had Anko serve as my latest guinea pig and trust me when I tell you that all you read between those covers is very real.”
Kakashi looked down at the work that he was still grasping. So this was what Anko and Ibiki really did afterhours down in the torture chambers?
“I have to admit. Ino’s insights were the inspiration for my images and text. We’ve sort of banded together so that she brings me information and I put it on paper with ink.”
Kakashi understood immediately. There was no way he could miss out on this special union especially of it would mean a steady supply of fresh new hentai within his grasp; and so he declared without hesitation: “I want in!”
“Huh?” Ino and Sai questioned in unison.
“Just what I said. I want to help you guys out. You want material for your work right, Sai?”
The artist nodded.
“And Ino, you can’t just waltz into people’s minds if they haven’t been subdued or aren’t willing to let you in like Anko let you do for your training.”
“Right,” she admitted.
“So I’m going to help you out by restraining, uh, test subjects, for lack of a better word. It’ll help Ino to train and for Sai, you’ll get more material for your work.”
“And what do you get out of this?” Ino asked with a raised eyebrow of wonder.
“I get first read on anything that Sai writes. Sound fair enough?”
“Deal,” Ino offered out her hand with little question.
“Yeah, deal,” Sai concurred.
And thus was born a secret shinobi alliance performing an even more secretive mission that went by the code name ‘Pin and Ink.’
Their first victim (and next chapter) the one person they shared in common – Haruno Sakura.