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Nine Paths	By : kayura_sanada Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11707 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Naruto Shippuuden, or any of the characters. Which is probably for the best. Obviously, I am making no money off this story.

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They weren't going in sequence, not in the only way Naruto could tell; when Deidara had come from the right index finger, now Sasori, a hunched, blocky shadow, descended from the left thumb. When he entered the light, however, Naruto thought he could almost understand. These two were the first to join Itachi and Kisame against him, acting as a team in much the way Itachi and Kisame had. But as this Sasori moved forward, he looked like nothing more than a hunchbacked old man, and though Naruto could still hardly understand what was happening, the very thought of this old man fucking him made him want to vomit. He struggled to get to his feet. His legs were unsteady. Deidara's come slid down his legs. He felt sick.
The old man crawled forward, his clothes little more than rags, but still managing to cover his whole body like a cape. Sasori made a deep sound of dissatisfaction as someone above cleared their throat. Another snickered. Naruto shivered. The snicker was Deidara.
Sasori twitched, and something like wooden blocks falling to the floor scraped across the salty air. Naruto tried to get into a ready stance, but the discomfort in his ass switched quickly to pain, and he winced and floundered. He flushed. Someone above chortled. Then the old man opened up like a moth from a cocoon and out stepped... someone his age. He froze all over again, his mind running through the idea of being raped by a teenager like him and not knowing if he should be angry, insulted, confused, or... or god help him, relieved that it wasn't a wrinkled, pruny old man.
Then he straightened his spine and launched himself at Sasori, refusing to think about any of it. Sasori raised his hands in preparation for the attack, and Naruto ducked down. His heart hammered. The man had stepped out of his turtle shell. He was vulnerable. This time, he wouldn't fail.
He swung himself forward and down and reached out to kick out one of Sasori's legs. And then he stopped, on a dime, unable to move. His heart leaped to his throat.
“None of that,” the young Sasori murmured, and Naruto suddenly found himself slamming down to his knees. He winced. “Now. If you would please stay still for a moment?”
Naruto tried to move, but it felt like his body had turned to stone. No. No, that wasn't quite right. He felt something on his arms, his legs, ghosting over his skin like ants. He shivered. It held chakra. What was it? He tried to test it, pulled against it, but his body didn't so much as budge. What the hell was it? It was trapping him in place.
“My strings have taken you,” Sasori said after a few moments of this useless struggling. “You're nothing more than my puppet now.”
Naruto stilled. Puppet? He wanted to argue, but Sasori seemed to make some sort of decision, and Naruto felt more tingling sensations on his face, slipping between his lips. He closed his mouth, afraid of something being forced down his throat, but instead it seemed to circle his teeth and jaw.
“Make some art, un!” Deidara called from above, and Naruto shuddered. Even that involuntary movement was trapped in place.
“I will,” Sasori said, his voice still low. Considering. “And it will be true art. Certainly much classier than yours.”
Deidara, back on his designated finger, huffed.
Art? Was that what they considered this... this... his mind blanked, unable to come up with the right words to describe this torture. He felt the tingling sensation a bit more strongly, and then his body was moving. With no authority from his own mind, his legs spread a bit, and he leaned on them, sitting on his knees, his head held high. Sasori looked down on him. He glared back up.
“There,” Sasori said, and stepped forward. And Naruto noticed where he was kneeling – as Sasori came closer, his face fell nearly in the man's crotch. Naruto held his breath.
“No puppets, Sasori?” someone called, a voice Naruto didn't recognize. Sasori didn't acknowledge the person's words, only pulled off his shirt, revealing a... Naruto's eyes widened. The man's body itself was a puppet! With a strange cylindrical box in his breast and a freakin' winch cable thing in his stomach, the man hardly looked human.
Then he removed his pants, and Naruto's blood drained away. The cock in front of him was like plastic, or rubber, something he didn't know the word for. But it was quickly rising to attention, making slight noises like it was in cellophane, and Naruto's gut churned.
“Hey, does that thing even work?” one of the men above said, and another chuckled.
“Be quiet. Of course it does,” Sasori said, destroying the small inch of hope in Naruto's breast before it could fully grow. “A man has his pride.”
Naruto struggled anew, cursing his lost chakra. Something in his gut churned, and he shuddered as he realized his ass hurt a little bit less. That meant there was enough Kyuubi chakra to heal him. Right? So there was hope. If he could harness enough of that...
Sasori stepped an inch closer, then another. He still didn't touch Naruto, yet Naruto felt his jaw open, widen – it hung nearly slack as Sasori lightly gripped the base of his cock and touched the tip to Naruto's tongue. “If you do well, I'll take those shackles off you for a bit,” Sasori said, his voice low. Still, it echoed. Deidara and someone else both chuckled.
Take the shackles off? Would that help him? At first he thought maybe it was worth it, then he rejected that. No, it was gross! Besides, he was trapped in place. What were the chances those strings would be taken off, as well?
Yet his body still scooted a bit closer, scraping up his knees further, and took the head of the man's plastic cock into his mouth. It was smooth, but large. His mouth worked to fit it in, then closed around it and... sucked. He felt the odd dick twitch. “More,” Sasori said, and Naruto's mouth opened and slid further down the shaft.
Even as his mouth adjusted, he choked. Sasori finally touched him, just a light caress on the back of his head, nearly petting him. “Good boy,” Sasori said, and Naruto found himself taking the man even deeper, until his nose pressed into that hard puppet-like body, his throat open. His eyes watered at the sensation. He couldn't breathe, but try as he may, he couldn't pull back. He trembled as his body sat pliant, that dick twitching again and again deep in his throat. That hand pet the back of his head, curled slightly into his hair, trailed down to his neck. Finally, finally Sasori pulled his head away, as if Naruto had needed to be forced to stop. He breathed deeply as Sasori pulled his head back to look at him. Saliva ran down his lip. “Do you want more?”
God help him, his body ignored his orders once again. He nodded.
Sasori led him back to his cock, and Naruto reached out with his tongue and licked it. Someone above chuckled. Someone else catcalled. He rolled the head on his tongue – k-kissed the tip. Then Sasori touched the back of his head again and said, “stop teasing me,” and Naruto took him full in his mouth again. All the way down, until once again his throat worked to accept the length, and then – and then he started pumping.
It was such a foreign movement, he didn't understand how he did it so smoothly. But he kept his mouth open and worked his body back and forth, that damn hand still petting his hair, that fake cock flowing in and out of his mouth. Sasori made a couple of noises, nearly loud, lusty, and Naruto felt sick. He kept taking it in, and suddenly he could taste something bitter and salty on his tongue. His eyes widened as he realized just what it was, but he didn't stop. In fact, he started hurrying, going faster, taking it in and out so fast that disgusting, slurping noises emanated from his mouth. Sasori started humping into his mouth, nearly choking Naruto, yet he actually groaned and went faster still. That horrible bitter taste got stronger.
“Enough, pet,” Sasori said, and though Naruto bristled at the name, he obediently sat back. A trail of spit – and worse – linked his mouth to that... that thing. His heart thudded in his chest. “Here,” Sasori said, and waved a hand. The clasps on his wrists released with a metallic snap and clanged to the ground.
There was no release of chakra. No release of muscles, either; Naruto's hands remained behind him. He felt the strings around his wrists and upper arms and wanted to snarl. His mouth, however, continued to gape, as if begging for Sasori's cock to return.
Sasori chuckled at the sight. “Eager, aren't you?” No! he wanted to cry, but instead, he hung his tongue out like a dog. Someone laughed. “All right, little puppy. Here you go.” And Sasori held out his dick. “Go slow, puppy, or you'll get spanked.”
Naruto's heart screamed as he once again moved to accept the cock into his mouth, nearly panting as if eager, when he was instead tired and weary from fighting against his bonds. That plastic thing, still cool to the touch of his lips, slid back inside his mouth. The bitter taste returned. “Slow,” Sasori reminded him, and he closed his lips over the shaft and hummed, a string playing around the collar on his throat until he did it again. Sasori groaned.
His throat closed around the cock head, and he found himself moving back, then forward, his knees spreading slightly farther apart to hold him up better. His head twisted a bit, until the dick hit the back of his throat a bit differently, and then he started – he started speeding up.
Sasori grabbed his head and pulled it back, his brow raised. “What did I say?”
Naruto's jaw worked; spit dribbled down his chin. Something actually slithered into his skin – a string. “Don't...” He coughed slightly; the thing in his throat nearly hurt. “To go slowly.” He looked up. Those eyes still glared down. His mouth opened again. “Master.”
Several people chuckled at that. A couple cheered. One clapped.
“And if you didn't obey?”
His blood drained away again as he understood. But he hadn't...! He hadn't been the one to go faster; the bastard had made him do it! Yet he was going to be punished, anyway?! “I... I would be spanked, master.”
“Very good.” Sasori nodded approvingly and lightly pushed Naruto back. “Assume the position, pet.”
Naruto had no idea what the hell the man was talking about, but his body moved, anyway. His hands finally came out from behind him, and his muscles spasmed, even as his arms pushed against the floor. He turned around, showing Sasori his back, and leaned down – no. No!
Yet he still placed his head on the ground and pushed his knees up again, until his ass sat up above the rest of his body. More cheering. Naruto's breath huffed in and out, nearly panting again. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Almost,” Sasori said, and Naruto was moving again, grabbing his – grabbing his ass cheeks and spreading them. He groaned in humiliation, surprised when the sound actually left his lips.
Someone laughed.
“Good boy. Now.” That wooden clacking sound started again, and Naruto thought he heard the poof of something appearing. A weapon? He wanted to tense, but his body remained loose. His mouth hung slightly open, taking away even his ability to bite his lip as Sasori moved around him. That hand touched his ass, rubbed teasingly at his hole. He felt wetness there, felt it dribble slightly. “Such a slut,” Sasori said, and Naruto trembled. He wasn't. He wasn't.
That hand trailed up as Sasori made his way to Naruto's front, and Naruto floundered. What was going on? Didn't spanked mean on the butt? Or was this going to become torture? He almost hoped it would. Torture he could understand. Not this.
Then something touched him from behind, and he jumped. It was another movement that was allowed, and he wondered if maybe Sasori's control had dimmed while he'd been jerking off in Naruto's mouth. He strained against the strings. They didn't move. Cool fingers traced his ass, even as Sasori came to a stop in front of him. The finger slid right into his hole. He yelped.
“Now,” Sasori said. “You will count every hit, and you will apologize for not following my command. Do you understand?”
Naruto's throat itched. “Yes, master.”
“Good.” Sasori cupped Naruto's face and raised it slightly. “Keep your back bent,” he said, and Naruto's back arced like a bow, his ass and face in the air, his torso low. That finger inside him wriggled. He gasped and nearly cried in relief when it slid back out. Sasori knelt before him. That cock was back in his eyesight. No. No, no...
He yelped when pain suddenly rose from his ass. The slap echoed in the room. He tried to turn his head. He thought he saw something brown, wooden – good god, a puppet. It was a puppet; Sasori had called a puppet, like Kankuro, to spank his ass. Tears filled his eyes.
“Look at me,” Sasori said, and when Naruto did, he saw the raised eyebrow. His mouth opened.
“One. I'm sorry I didn't obey you, master.”
“Good boy.” And he was pet again. And then came another hit. He jumped slightly; the hit came just between his fingers and centered squarely on his ass. This second one made a slight slopping sound as Deidara's semen wet whatever the puppet was using to beat him.
“Two. I'm sorry I didn't obey you, master.”
More pets. Naruto flushed in shame. Sasori's cock bobbed slightly before his eyes, and he watched it, unable to see anything else, as the third strike ran home. “Three. I'm sorry I didn't obey you, master.”
The pain in his ass was excruciating. The puppet seemed to be hitting the exact same place every single time. And the sounds were somehow worse; he could imagine that man's spunk flying like spittle all over the room, testament to what he was doing, what his body was allowing... he apologized a fourth time, then a fifth, and it was almost a relief to say it and receive the pet. It distracted him from the pain, the agony that seared like fire along his rim and ass cheeks, and once, when the puppet missed – probably deliberately – and hit his fingers, and he yelped even louder, and Sasori cooed at him, and god help him, but he leaned into that horrible touch. Tears streamed down his face as he numbered a tenth, eleventh, twelfth. And the pain only got worse.
“Shh. There, there, now. Say it.”
“Twenty. I-I'm sorry I didn't obey you, master. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, please forgive me, make it stop...”
“Good boy. Good.” More pets, and Naruto's chest heaved. The squelching sound was almost gone now, but his ass was wet with the spunk that had splattered onto the puppet's paddle-weapon, and his ass had to be bleeding, it had to be, because there was so much pain. “Here. Distract yourself, puppy.”
Sasori held out his dick, and Naruto eyed it for only a second before his body moved forward, even as a part of him begged for his body not to do it – and his lips wrapped easily around the length, and it felt familiar. God. He pulled it in and sucked on it for a second before opening his mouth wide. Another slap jostled him up the length further, but his open mouth kept him from biting the length. He wondered if the man would have even felt it if he had. Still, he leaned away from the cock, let it slide out of his mouth, and recited his line for the twenty-first time.
Again, the dick in his mouth, and again the paddle, over and over. Twenty-five, and past, despite how much he'd hoped it would end there. Finally he only let go of the cock to speak the words, then hunted down the cock again, desperate to make Sasori happy enough to make it end. He ass throbbed like lava.
“Forty,” he sobbed, “I'm sorry I didn't obey you, master.”
“Good boy.” Sasori's hand rubbed soothingly in his hair. “All on your own. Good boy.”
And Naruto's eyes widened as he realized the itching in his throat was gone.
“Now turn around. You'll finally get your prize.”
Prize. No. No, no... but though the itch was gone, apparently the rest of the strings weren't, because Naruto's body slowly twisted until he was lying on his back, looking up, up toward the ceiling, so far away as to be nothing but a black mass. Then Naruto's own hands curled around his legs and he lifted his legs high, up nearly beside his ears. His ass seemed to tear from the pain, and he winced.
Sasori rubbed the heated flesh with those cool hands, and though it felt like rug burn, it also felt good. He sighed as the fire was momentarily doused.
Then one of those fingers poked into his hole, and he jumped and yelped; his ass wasn't happy with that. But Sasori shushed him, and he snapped his mouth shut, terrified of it getting worse. If the paddle came back...
Another finger, then a third, and Naruto threw his head back as Sasori stretched the aching skin. Then the man blew on Naruto's cock and he nearly shouted. He barely managed to bite his lip in time. One of those cool hands wrapped around Naruto's cock. He couldn't believe it. He was in too much pain to possibly... but then that tingling sensation returned, and his jaw went slack as his member came to attention. Sasori pumped him some more. “Such a good slut,” he said, and Naruto wanted to shake his head, rage against him – he was forcing the erection, forcing... but then the tingling feeling slid inside his penis, moving like a worm into the tip and he shouted and jerked. His member jumped. He wriggled beneath Sasori, trying to escape the feeling, or maybe, god forbid, maybe to help it along, he didn't know. It slid a bit further inside, a bit more, and kept twitching like it was alive. “Ah,” he said, and jerked again; Sasori's fingers continued stretching him, and he didn't know how to escape both sensations. He found himself thrashing his head back and forth and arching his spine, his legs still curled by his head. He moaned.
Then Sasori hit that something special in Naruto's ass and he nearly screamed. His entire body spasmed. “Ah, ah! I...”
“Good little pet,” Sasori whispered, and he pulled his fingers out. The string inside him wriggled a bit faster. Naruto jerked and bucked, his head thrown so far back his neck didn't touch the floor. Sasori rearranged himself above Naruto and pushed his legs even further up, forcing Naruto's ass up, displayed for Sasori's pleasure. Sasori touched his cock to Naruto's entrance and stopped. Naruto groaned, fidgeted, and finally looked with glazed eyes on Sasori, until he was penetrated by those bright red irises. Only then did Sasori slip inside.
It was full, and hot, and his ass burned as the tortured skin stretched, but the worm-string went crazy. Naruto did scream then, and his hips bucked. Sasori held him still and slid that last millimeter inside. Naruto groaned deeply, his voice nearly mirrored by Sasori. And then Sasori wrapped his hand around Naruto's cock and started moving.
The string inside him felt even thicker with Sasori's hand around him. He felt it everywhere in him, tip all the way down what seemed like miles, every tiny sliver pressed against him, Sasori's hot cock inside, pushing deep, deeper, faster, until that spot was hit again, then again, and Naruto screamed again, nearly gone, white behind his eyes. He thought he might have been begging.
“Call me master,” Sasori said, and he did. “Say you love it,” Sasori ordered, and Naruto did as bade.
“Master,” he said again, “master, I love it, please...” He caught himself and gasped in horror.
“Beg me to come,” Sasori said. When Naruto hesitated, Sasori pumped hard and said, “pleasure or pain, Naruto, my pet. Your choice.”
Pain. The puppet. Naruto thought it was still in the room, somewhere, but he couldn't care enough to check. He just didn't want to feel it again.
Better for it to end, he thought, and felt the thing in him wriggle. He gasped. “Please,” he said. “Please let me come... master.”
The words burned on his tongue, but Sasori pumped him faster, that string quivering deep, a bit deeper. And then that place was hit one more time and Naruto bucked and came. Sasori followed with him, that hot wetness filling Naruto once more. He felt sick, almost, but his body still shuddered in the last throes of his climax, and he just couldn't find it in him to care.
The lack of concern was what concerned him the most.
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