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Claim Me	By : t69 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5720 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue, Part 1
- 2-Prologue, Part 2
- 3-Part 1
- 4-Part 2
- 5-Part 3
- 6-Part 4
- 7-Part 5
- 8-Part 6
- 9-Part 7
- 10-Part 8
- 11-Part 9
- 12-Part 10
- 13-Part 11
- 14-Part 12
- 15-Part 13
- 16-Part 14
- 17-Part 15
- 18-Part 16
- 19-Part 17
- 20-Part 18
- 21-Part 19
- 22-Part 20
- 23-Part 21
- 24-Part 22
- 25-Part 23
- 26-Part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Part 29
- 32-Part 30
- 33-Part 31
- 34-Part 32
- 35-Part 33
- 36-Part 34
- 37-Part 35
- 38-Part 36
- 39-Epilogue
- 30
- 31
- 32
Warning: This part contains a scene that illustrates just how hurtful people can be when blinded by rage. It is a non-consensual scene containing M/M and M/M/M. If you are uncomfortable with such situations, I suggest that you proceed with caution.

Kai huffed in annoyance as he adjusted his cock inside his sheer black bikini briefs again. The monstrous chunk of steel-hard flesh was giving the flimsy piece of clothing quite a workout. He had pointed his dick to the left and stuffed as much of it as he could inside the see-through material, but because of his size, the last few inches peeked past the waistband.
A guttural cry of rapture erupted from the other side of the curtains. Taichi had cum. It was the Silver King's turn. The cloth parted and the most hung of the princes came in still grasping his semi-hard erection. The maintenance crew went past the spent performer and quickly went onstage. Taichi caught one by the elbow and muttered, "All of my cum splattered on my abs, so there's nothing much to clean up," he told the man, who nodded. He noticed Kai and grinned. "Hey, man."
"Hey."
The brown-haired man looked pointedly at the azure-eyed stud's gargantuan fuckstick. "Kami, I'll never get used to your dick. It's fucking huge! You're a fucking freak of nature, man!" he joked.
"Uh, thanks… I guess," the raven-haired hunk replied with a chuckle.
"That new king, though, holy smokes! I've never seen our female performers cum so quickly! Kami, I wish I had a cock that big. I mean, something even close to yours would be awesome, but think about it! Thirteen inches! That girlfriend of his must feel that she's the luckiest bitch in the world to have a boyfriend with a cock that big! I bet she screams her throat raw everytime they fuck! And the cumshots! I thought you could cum, but damn! I wish I could cum like that! It was like a fucking hose that sent jizz flying to the high heavens!"
Kai's face hardened slightly at the mention of how superior the other man was in every single attribute. "Yeah," he replied succinctly.
"Anyway, gotta clean up," the brown-eyed prince said. "Good luck! I hope the maintenance crew doesn't slip on your spunk later. You cum like a fucking jizz machine, too, you know?" With a wave, the cheerful man proceeded to the showers.
Left alone, the azure-eyed stud fell silent and mulled over recent happenings. Was it right for him to do what he just did? Should he have left and called Jin? 'But she said she loved me! I couldn't… I couldn't just let the moment slip away!' he mentally screamed. No, that wasn't what happened, he didn't seize the moment. The moment seized him and he was too weak to take control and do what was right. Doubt floated once more in his mind. He wondered whether it was just the damned drug that made her say that she loved him. Kami, how foolish of him to think a woman would actually choose him over the sex god that was Jin.
The maintenance crew rushing past him drew the Silver King from his thoughts. Within seconds, he saw the tiny gap between the floor and the cloth become filled with light.
It was showtime. He had a job to do. He steeled himself and walked past the curtains to thunderous applause.
The raven-haired hunk scanned the faces before him. All were crazed and lust-filled. It lifted his ego somewhat—that he was desired. He began to gyrate and he felt dozens of eyes follow his hips, his cock. He spun several times around the pole, but quickly let go. It wasn't his thing. The other kings didn't use it that much either. Their cocks were more than enough, so the acrobatics really weren't necessary. He lay down and thrust his hips sharply up and down, as if impaling a woman upon his massive cock. As he did so, however, he was reminded of how the brunette's pussy felt around his cock; how the warm, wet walls constricted around him when she came and siphoned from his loins what felt like a gallon of cum.
The crowd gasped as the Silver King's cock tore through his flimsy underwear. Kai himself blinked twice at what happened. His massive ramrod felt painfully hard—as painfully hard as it was moments ago when he ravished the green-eyed beauty's tight hole over and over again.
A big drop of pre-cum erupted from the tip of his cock at the memory. He growled and grasped his ten-and-a-half-inch cum cannon tightly, as if trying to emulate the tightness of the brown-haired woman's twitching cunt. "Ah!" he moaned deeply as he pounded the tunnel created by his fists. His strokes were powerful and merciless, just as the ones he had used with her. Pre-cum continued to leak from him, providing him with much-needed lubrication. Minutes later, he felt his balls draw up. His eyes shot open and he let go of his cock.
He was going to cum. Kami, just thinking about her made him almost cum just three minutes into his performance! He doubted that he would be able to take his mind off her, though, so he just decided to keep edging until the performance went on long enough. The promise of an extremely gratifying cumshot at the end of it all made him grasp his cock and work on it all over again. 'Who knows? Maybe if I edge long enough, the cumshot will dwarf even Jin's.'
A murmur that erupted from the audience caught the blue-eyed stud's attention. Seeing his patron's eyes and where they were focusing on, he looked behind him and saw a naked woman standing there. Immediately, he recognized her as Kyosuke's partner from the previous performance night. What was her name again? Kyoko never really took the trouble of introducing the girls either to him or the audience. As far as the club owner was concerned, they were nothing more than dolls—tools used to highlight the magnificence of her kings.
"Huh?" he said out loud.
Hitomi came closer and removed the man's black choker that contained the microphone before tossing it aside. "I know, Fridays are supposed to be jack-off nights, but you see, there's been a slight change of plans. Kyoko-san knows about this, so just play along."
Kai's eyes sought for the older woman in order to get affirmation. To his dismay, she was nowhere to be found. With some reluctance, he allowed himself to be blindfolded and gagged. He felt his arms get pulled behind his back and placed into some very strong restraints. He felt himself being led and was made to lie with his back against the pole. A muffled gasp erupted from his lips as he felt a warm mouth envelop the sensitive head of his massive member. The sensations caused him to overlook the feeling of a tiny tablet going into the slit of his cock, melting but a split-second later and spreading into his loins.
The raven-haired woman inwardly grinned. She managed to slip the small tablet into her partner's cock as was ordered. She didn't believe Jin when he said that the tablet didn't melt with saliva, but once it came in contact with the pre-cum-slicked lining of a piss-hole, it would melt in a split-second and go in. 'Must be some pretty exotic stuff. I've never heard of it,' she thought as she continued to play with Kai's beautiful cock, making it as wet with saliva as she possibly could, again, as per Jin's orders.
And then it happened just as the Platinum King said it would. The azure-eyed hunk's muscles suddenly became lax; his skin became more flushed and hot; his breathing became fast; his cock became even harder than it already was—no small feat considering it felt like steel under her touch even before she successfully put in the tablet.
The crowd roared as Kiba walked into the stage, thirteen-inch cock ready and already dripping with pre-cum. He stood before Hitomi who got up from her kneeling position. "Well done," he whispered so softly only she could hear him, "Now, as promised, I'll make you cum until you pass out."
The onyx-eyed vixen frowned slightly as she felt herself being forced to turn away from the scrumptious male specimen before her. She had wanted to see the man's handsome face while he fucked her, but she supposed it was alright. His cock was what mattered more. She faced the crowd, and a second later, she felt two strong arms hook themselves behind her knees. She yelped slightly as the raven-eyed hunk hauled her so that her back was flush against his delectable chest. Her heart beat like a snare drum as she waited for it—the massive organ that left every cock-loving person in the district in a puddle of hormones ever since they laid eyes on it. The moment the Platinum King impaled her on his enormous fuckstick, she knew she would never again have anything even remotely close.
He had fucked her before and she knew how glorious it felt to be stretched by that massive rod, but that single thrust was different. It felt as if it were… perfect. It jabbed, stretched and pushed against all those magical points that most men could only hope to reach with their miniscule cocks and those with cocks that were sizable enough could only hit by sheer luck.
And she came.
With a single thrust, she came harder than she had ever cum in her life. Her cunt twitched violently and her juices squirted onto the well-endowed man's unit.
And then he skewered her once more, and then again, and again, with the same devastating effect on her loins. His exactitude was phenomenal and it coaxed her love tunnel to keep going into spasms.
The audience watched, spellbound, as the hunky Inuzuka made his lover cum continuously. They could only stare as the entirety of his thirteen-inch rod went in and out of the woman's dripping twat in long strokes at a speed that made some rub their eyes just to make sure they weren't imagining things. Surely, at such a speed, the woman's pussy would catch fire or maybe cause her secretions to boil!
Hitomi's ear-splitting screeches were almost nonstop. She tried to catch her breath in between her screams, but at those times, her ridiculously hung lover thrust balls-deep, forcing another shriek of unbridled delight to escape her lungs when she hadn't even had sucked in enough air. In about a minute, she felt herself becoming dizzy, and yet the explosions in her convulsing love tunnel didn't show any signs of stopping. Her juices splattered messily all over the stage and dripped upon the brown-haired sex god's pounding unit as he continued his vicious assault on her pussy. She was about to ask him to stop when all consciousness left her. The last thought that came to mind was that she should've asked him to make her cum until she died instead. Any future fucking would be insignificant compared to this one.
Kiba actually didn't intend to show the extent of his sexual skills right then and there in front of a multitude of people. The ability to make a partner cum continuously was rare even amongst the Inuzuka and almost unheard of elsewhere. He was too engrossed on exacting his revenge, though, that he didn't think twice about reaching into his bag of tricks in order to be finished with the woman as quickly as he could so he could move on to that fucking bastard.
A few of the patrons became concerned when Hitomi ceased moving but were quickly reassured by the rise and fall of her chest as well as the smile of satisfaction that was plastered all over her face. The well-built jōnin lifted her off his colossal manhood and was quick to notice that Ryōta and another bouncer had approached the stage from the sides to take her. With a self-satisfied smirk, he deposited the fair-skinned bombshell into the handsome blond's muscular arms. He gave the man a small wink before going on his way. 'Now that that's finished…' he thought as his eyes panned to the panting hunk that was left onstage.
The shinobi's eyes narrowed. "Kai," he snarled so low that it was barely audible. And he even offered the man friendship! Who would've thought that he'd have the gall to slip that drug into Sakura's drink and then take advantage of her!? He strode forward until he was looming over the Silver King's simpering form. With a smirk, he pulled on the man's legs.
Kai slid from his reclined position onto his back. He would've fought back against his mystery handler, but right now, he just couldn't. He felt… hot, so unbearably hot. Every single muscle felt as if it were made of butter. The best he could do was flail around pathetically, and even that, he couldn't do frequently. And his cock! Good heavens, it felt as if all the nerve in his body were redirected to his cock! He needed to—
And then it hit him. He needed to cum so badly. It felt as if he would die if he didn't cum. 'Could it be…'
"Yes," the dog-nin whispered harshly into the blue-eyed stud's ear, answering the question he knew the other man was asking in his head, "I gave you a dose of your own medicine. Well, not exactly the same thing, but it's close. Now just sit back and let me do the raping this time around, okay, buddy?" The Platinum King made the extra effort to make that last word as sarcastic as he could possibly muster.
'But—' the bound stud began to protest in his mind when he felt something press against the entrance of his virgin ass. His eyes widened beneath the blindfold. 'No!'
The hung Inuzuka pushed forward, and in one mighty heave, sheathed himself balls-deep inside the other man.
A muffled scream erupted from the Silver King's gagged mouth. He felt pain unlike anything he had ever experienced. It felt as if he was a hair's breadth away from being torn in half. There was also something else, however—something he was too embarrassed to admit to himself. He wasn't exactly clueless in anatomy and he knew what the prostate was and what wonders it did for a man taking it up the ass. The walnut-shaped organ was an exquisitely sensitive thing, and it was what men sought to strike with their cocks. With the brunet above him, it wasn't at all necessary, though that didn't stop the man from displaying his sexual prowess. The head of the taller man's massive ramrod jabbed forcefully at his prostate before making its way deeper into his bowels. The man's cock was so thick, it pressed hard against every wall. It brushed ruthlessly against his prostate for the entirety of the stroke. 'O-oh fuck!' the raven-haired hunk thought as he felt a sharp twist in his loins. 'I-I'm gonna—'
Kai's scream had only gone on for a split-second when his back arched. Breaths hitched, eyes widened, cocks twitched and pussies clenched as his massive cum cannon blasted a healthy load of man-juice fifteen feet into the air hands-free. The second blast, almost equal in amount and power, came a split-second later. All the rapture-bound man could do was struggle weakly against his restraints as his balls and glands were emptied most gratifyingly. 'N-no,' he thought, mortified, 'I s-shouldn't… I-I shouldn't enjo—'
As the onyx-eyed performer felt the last contractions around his gigantic fuckstick, he drew back so far that the head almost popped out, and then, without preamble, rammed the whole thing back in with the power of a sledgehammer.
'S-shi—' the blue-eyed man man gasped as his loins jerked anew. His last ejaculation had not even completely finished as this second one began. The muscles at the base of his thick cock heaved, squeezing out what could be drained further from his groin. A smaller, more watery blast of spunk erupted from his pulsating rod, tearing through the air at the same power and speed as the first cumshot.
Just well into the third contraction, Kiba pierced the Silver King deeply once more. This time, he didn't even wait to feel the new pulsations he had invoked. He drew back and slammed back in, faster and faster until a brisk, toe-curling pace was established. He speared Kai roughly, drawing out strangled, delirious cries of pain and pleasure from the latter.
'K-kami! O-oh k-ka—' the bound man thought as the endless orgasm gripped him. In about a minute, his loins had offered all they could. He had been quite proud of how fast he could recuperate and produce a large amount of thick cum in a matter of minutes, but the Platinum King wasn't giving him the opportunity. For the first time in a long time, he was dry-cumming. It was an interesting mixture of pain and intense pleasure as his muscles stubbornly tried to milk the tiniest drops from him. A drop or two of watery secretions would occasionally soar from his twitching fuckstick, expelled mere milliseconds from being produced by his glands.
The Inuzuka hooked both of the other man's legs over his shoulders and dropped on all fours without missing a beat, hands on either side of the gagged man's face. "What's this?" he snarled viciously into the sapphire-eyed stud's ear, "I thought you went exclusively for the ladies, Kai. Why does it seem like you can't get enough of my big cock? Look at yourself! You can't stop cumming! You're nothing but a filthy cock-whore!"
The raven-haired hunk willed his mouth to form the words to refute the taller man's accusations, but his lips and tongue could only form moans as the brunet drove deeper into him. The tilt of his hips brought about by the position of his legs caused the onyx-eyed man's massive tool to jab more powerfully at his prostate, causing his orgasm to intensify even further. As he writhed in incomparable bliss, the unthinkable crossed his mind. Was he…
No! He most certainly was not. Kami, he shouldn't be enjoying this! He shouldn't be cumming while getting fucked by another man!
The dog-nin let the Silver King's right leg slip off his shoulder and then turned him so that he lay on his right side. Kai squirmed in sweet agony as the steel-hard pipe of man-meat twisted inside his bowels, pressing virgin, forbidden points inside his depths and sending jolts of indescribable sensations through every fiber of his ripped body. The other man's right leg now between his with the left one hooked over his right shoulder, the hung jōnin leaned forward, testing the limits of Kai's flexibility as the blue-eyed man's left thigh was pushed into extreme abduction.
Onyx eyes swept through the crowd consciously for the first time since their owner's entrance. He smirked, noting the brilliant flush everyone possessed, from the patrons to the bartenders and bouncers. Aside from the occasional gasp or unsuppressed moan from an audience member, the only sound that could be heard were Kai's muffled cries, his own heavy breathing and the sound of his hips colliding against the Silver King's as he drove into the man with phenomenal force. It was probably the quietest The Three Kings had ever gotten. Then again, it wasn't every day that a sex god fucked the living daylights out of another sex god.
The hung jōnin leaned closer, earning a whimper of protest from the man underneath him as his medial thigh muscles stretched uncomfortably. "Don't misunderstand my intentions now, buddy. I'm not doing this for your enjoyment," he leered into the man's ear, "What, you thought I'd beat you up within an inch of your life behind closed doors for fucking my girl after drugging her? That would've been lame. This is much more exciting, don't you think?"
A muffled protest.
Kiba retaliated with a vicious thrust that sent the azure-eyed hunk teetering on the edge of sanity. "Just shut the fuck up, asshole. I'm not even close to being done with you," he growled. With expert precision, he jabbed a point in the other man's perineum with his right pointing and middle fingers.
Immediately, the Silver King felt the contractions cease.
"Like it?" the dog-nin sneered, "It's a fancy little trick I learned from way back. It's like that ring Kyoko-san used on us. You'll feel yourself inching closer and closer to a cumshot but will never actually achieve one unless I release it. Unlike that little gadget, though, you won't experience several cumshots in succession. You'll experience everything as one unnaturally intense and prolonged cumshot. Considering I make you cum with every thrust 'cause of the drug, I wonder if you'd be able to take it."
The pressure at the base of Kai's ten-and-a-half-inch pole immediately reached unbearable heights, and just as the Platinum King had said, he found himself unable to find release. The torture was much worse than the humiliation brought upon by cumming endlessly while being ass-raped in front of dozens of people. At least the latter allowed him to sate the bodily hunger the drug inflicted upon him. Now, he was being driven mad with orgasm denial while being expertly stimulated. 'I-I need t-to cum,' he thought, 'Kami, I need to f-fucking, ah, cum! Maybe i-if I…' With much effort, he tried to turn over, intent on humping the floor. He desperately wished the added stimulation would push him over the edge.
The Inuzuka was quick to notice the ebony-haired man's purposeful movements and roughly used his right hand to keep the bound man in place. "What's this? I thought you were protesting about cumming in front of these people, or at least I thought you were. Can't really tell since you're gagged and all. Since I was feeling generous, I gave you what you wanted. I stopped you from cumming. Now you want to cum? You're so confusing Kai," he taunted.
The Silver King gasped as he felt a large hand wrap around his rock-hard erection. Much to his horror, he found himself subconsciously thrusting into the tight tunnel with what little movement he could actually muster.
"Impatient aren't we?" the brown-haired hunk muttered with a sardonic smile. Immediately, he began to pump the thick and lengthy organ with firm and rapid strokes in time with his thrusts. The enormous slab of man-meat needed no further lubrication as it was drenched in its owner's cum. After several long strokes that saw him caressing the other man's massive member from base to tip, he began a series of short strokes that focused on the head. "You like that, huh, Kai? You like having your cock pumped while being speared by a big fucking cock?"
Another well-placed stab sent the raven-haired stud's enormous cock twitching in unfulfilled release. A growl forming in his throat was quickly morphed into a suppressed moan of delight with a skilled stroke of his meaty shaft. He tried to move his legs, only to be thwarted yet again. He found himself being rolled over, the firm grip of Platinum King's warm hand replaced by his rock-hard lower abs and the cold floor of the stage. The raven-eyed performer's hips surged forward with the force of a battering ram, fucking him hard enough he thought the stage would collapse upon itself despite being made of solid concrete. With what strength he could muster, he tried to hide his face, folding his neck so his chin was flush against his upper chest. This way, the moans that came unbidden would be somewhat dissipated. However, as he had expected, even this was denied of him. He felt a strong hand grasp his hair by the roots and pull, forcing him to extend his neck and face the audience, allowing the mesmerized bunch to see the veins of his neck bulge with every involuntary scream of pleasure that accompanied every violent pierce of the other man's gargantuan rod.
It was at this point that Kai truly realized that he was not unlike his cock—trapped, with nowhere to go. Weakened and faced with the taller man's overwhelming strength, he had no chance of escape. It was a position that he certainly was not used to. He closed his eyes and grimaced as if swallowing a bitter pill. He had no choice. His mind may not want this, but his body did, and resisting would be futile. He thought about what the audience members would say. Maybe word would get out about how crazy he was about Jin or about how much of a cock-loving, closet man-whore he was. He, then, decided that it was all irrelevant. He knew himself, and that was what mattered.
Kiba hooked a magnificently muscled arm under each of Kai's knees. He, then, yanked upwards just as he lifted himself into a crouch. The Silver King's head came dangerously close to the floor as his upper body swung between the Inuzuka's meaty thighs. The crowd gasped at the risky stunt the dog-nin managed to pull off. The brunet, then, lowered the bound man onto the floor on his upper back, the latter's massive dick dangling mere centimeters from his own mouth. The handsome jōnin's ego swelled with every abrupt surge of his hips, with every pair of eyes that traced the hard planes of his god-like body.
And then, out of the blue, he felt the Silver King's sphincter tighten around his pounding unit.
The raven-eyed man's surprise with the unexpected sensation was such that he was unable to bite back the small, shaky gasp that escaped his lips. He managed to reestablish his rhythm a mere heartbeat later. He craned his neck and shot the blue-eyed performer a menacing glare only to see him sucking greedily on his own gargantuan fuckstick. 'As if that'd work,' he inwardly snorted. He felt the other man's muscles grip his cock once more. He bit back a curse. Straight as he was, a tight ass was a tight ass. He smirked. 'Challenge accepted.'
Kai let all semblance of hesitation leave his glorious body and sucked the tip of his ten-and-a-half-inch pleasure pole greedily. He was no stranger to auto-fellatio and knew well the wondrous benefits to be reaped by the select few who could accomplish the feat. Aided by gravity, the taller man began impaling him even harder, driving impossibly deep within him and striking points that made immeasurable bliss run through his veins. The force caused his spine to curve further, pushing even more of his cock inside his mouth. In retaliation, he contracted his pelvic floor muscles with all the strength he could muster, encasing the other man's thirteen-inch slab of man-meat in a death grip. He'd make the Platinum King cum if it was the last thing he did.
The ripped Inuzuka felt the stage rotate and realized whoever was in charge wanted the audience to see Kai's self-induced pleasure more clearly. After about a forty-five-degree rotation, it stopped. The surge of hormones almost knocked him out.
"Best fucking show ever," murmured a beet-red patron who was on the verge of fainting.
Another audience member whimpered in orgasm, rubbing herself to completion under her tiny skirt through her silk panties at the sight of the two gorgeous kings.
Kiba grunted his dissent. Of all the male asses he'd fucked, and he'd fucked quite a few, as required by missions, of course, the azure-eyed performer's was by far the tightest, hottest and most stimulating. Not wanting to bruise his self-esteem by mulling further on the incredible sensations coursing through his loins, he released the other man's thighs, allowing the latter's shapely bum to land heavily on the floor. By the time the ebony-haired hunk's backside landed, however, the dog-nin had turned on one leg while swinging the other over the bound man's body and landing on his knees, massive rod still nestled deeply within the other man's tight ass. Now face-to-face with Kai, he hooked an arm under each knee and moved upwards, causing the latter's lower back to arch off the floor. The hung ninja, then, assumed a push-up position and resumed fucking with long, powerful downward strokes that would have reduced to bony fragments the pelvis of a man of lesser constitution.
Kai writhed in blissful agony as he was impaled with astounding animalistic ferocity. His anal muscles clenched repeatedly, as it had been since he began his "retaliation." These last ones, however, were not from his conscious efforts. The muscles at the base of his cock had begun to seize much like during the beginning of a cumshot. They lurched in vain in a series of pulses that ended abruptly midway, leaving him gasping for true release. The Platinum King's sexual prowess was such that he was on the verge of breaking his own technique.
"It's about time we ended this, don't you think?"
The Silver King swallowed hard and braced himself. He could almost sense the taller man's fingers hover over his perineum, ready to release his pent-up climax with a simple jab. He silently wished he had the brawn to take the impending orgasm head on without succumbing to it. The mix of dread and excitement was mind-boggling.
A murmur from the audience drew both men's attention.
Onyx eyes shot up to see what had incited the crowd's reaction. What, or rather, who he saw was certainly unexpected. 'Eiji-san?' he asked mentally.
The tanned bartender stood at the edge of the stage and was in the process of whipping his black shirt over his head when the well-endowed shinobi caught sight of him. He was just as ripped as any of the kings—corded muscles danced under tattooed skin with every movement. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and, in one swift movement, pulled down both the said garment and his boxers. His monstrous, nine-and-three-quarters-inch cock sprang free, bouncing up as if hoisted to a spring.
"Kami! Why'd he retire!? He's so fucking yummy!" hissed one patron to her companion, who only nodded in assent as he fanned himself daintily with his hands.
"Look at that huge cock! So thick and veiny! And it looks so fucking hard! What I'd give to have that in my ass!" mumbled a male audience member.
Eiji walked slowly towards the pair, gargantuan cock bobbing with every step.
"Eiji-san, what are you…" the Platinum King trailed, unsure of the other man's goals as the latter insinuated himself between the former and the Silver King. The jōnin was forced to pull back from his push-up position and settle into a kneeling position with the raven-haired man's spread wide on either side of him.
'Eiji-san?' the sapphire-eyed man burst out mentally in reflex to the revelation. 'What's he— O-oh! K-kami!'
The amber-eyed hunk bit his lip as he slid Kai's enormous cock inside his tight hole. Thankfully, the previous cumshots had adequately lubricated the rock-hard organ, allowing it to go in smoothly despite its daunting size and the resistance offered by his virgin hole. His arms shook from the mixture of pleasure and pain. After several seconds and a few deep breaths, he began to move up and down, impaling himself deeply with the other man's massive pole.
Now the brown-haired ninja became even more confused. Thankfully, the older man was facing him, and was quick to note the perplexed look in his eyes.
"Jin, you have to, ah, stop this," the older man whispered.
The Inuzuka's eyes shifted from baffled to hateful in a heartbeat. "Stay out of this, Eiji-san. You have no idea what this sick fuck has done!"
"J-Jin! Please…" the amber-eyed man moaned, finding it difficult to reason with the Platinum King while his prostate was being stabbed ever so deliciously by a monstrous slab of rigid flesh. Talking to the man after the show would've been exponentially easier. However, he could not stomach Kai's situation any longer, nor had he the power to stop a performance outright. Outrageous as what he was doing was, it was all he could think of at the moment.
Kiba frowned at the former king's insistence to interfere. With an angry huff, he decided he would not allow the Eiji's body to hinder his own as it ravished the blue-eyed man's. He leaned forward, pressing himself flush against the bartender's body as he thrust even harder into the bound man's twitching hole. His sweat-slicked abs glided erotically against the older man's massive cock, causing the latter to moan in pleasure. "Fine, then. I'll just pump harder so that the same amount of force reaches that fucker's body."
"O-oh, k-kami! It wa— F-fuck! It was m-me…"
The hung jōnin's query coincided perfectly with the ebony-haired man's thoughts.
"I was the one who drugged Mikoto," Eiji clarified, "It wasn't Kai."
The well-built shinobi's thrusts stopped abruptly—the first time his hips stilled since he began fucking Kai. He shook his head in bewilderment. "But why? Why would you do that?" he asked, his voice rising in volume.
"Because Kyoko asked me to, because…" He averted his eyes. "Because she wanted you for herself," he finished. The hurt and jealousy in his voice was overwhelmingly obvious. "Ever since you fucked her, she'd spent her waking hours daydreaming about was the next time she'd have that fucking monster of yours up her pussy. She'd talk and talk about how you'd fuck her for hours on end without ever needing to rest. She'd masturbate until her pussy was raw thinking about your cum flying across the room and splattering against the walls and ceiling. So she had me drug Mikoto when Kai was nearby so the two of them would screw each other. Meanwhile, she made sure you'd catch them."
The murmurs of confusion began to grow in volume with every passing second. The dog-nin paid no heed to the sound, however. The drone was but secondary to the words that were slowly sinking in.
"Jin, I-I'm sorr—"
"You fucking bastard!" Kiba hollered in unsuppressed rage, shocking most of the audience. Barely thinking, he grasped Eiji's wrists and slammed them onto the floor. He withdrew his gargantuan cum cannon from within Kai and pressed the bulbous head against the bartender's severely stretched opening.
Amber eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "No!" he barely managed to get out before immeasurable pain exploded in his loins.
The blue-eyed man gasped as he felt the Platinum King's monstrous slab of rigid flesh grind against his own, the added volume stretching the bartender's walls a mere hair's breadth from the point of ripping. The tightness around his cock increased exponentially, like a woman's pussy in orgasm. He whimpered as the onyx-eyed man's thick rod slid briskly against his own. The implications of everything that was happening escaped Kai's hazy mind entirely. Friction was friction, and the pleasure it brought him was unbelievable. The muscles at the root of his cock pulsed haphazardly once more, reminding him of that which he could not attain.
Eiji's limbs lost all power and slumped. His body plummeted upon the Silver King's like deadweight, causing all ten and a half inches of thick man-meat to impale him. All he managed was a choked gasp as the sensations threatened to consume him. He felt as if he was a nudge away from being torn in half. To his surprise, he remained as hard as a steel pipe throughout the entire ordeal. While the other man was making him feel pain like no other, the admixed pleasure was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The cocks sliding inside him jabbed points that sent him panting and his cock twitching—virgin territory never before reached and never to be touched again. The washboard abs grinding against his shaft was simply divine. He now understood what Kyoko saw in the man—he was indeed a sex god.
The former king's eyes managed to regain focus after what seemed like an eternity. He caught a glimpse of the taller man's eyes and saw nothing but anger. A split-second was all he got. He cried out as the man above him withdrew roughly and slammed back in, once again causing him to see stars.
A few dull thuds echoed—the sound of audience members hitting the floor as they fainted. No screams of distress were heard, though. Neither did any of the bouncers move to take them away. All eyes were on the spectacle before them.
After but a few strokes, the amber-eyed hunk was ready to explode. His glorious body hummed as his peak approached. Muscles became taut and corded under silky tanned skin, akin to sculpted marble. His breathing became shallower and more frequent. "I-I'm gonna— Oh, fuck! Fuck!" he managed to holler before he felt something deep inside him yield. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and with a primal roar, he came harder than he had ever cum in his life.
Thick, pearly fluid shot forcefully from the tip of Eiji's massive cock, hitting him square on the chin and splattering messily about. The next wave was no less powerful, painting the rapture-bound man's neck thoroughly. The next splashed against his chest; the next, his abs.
Breaths hitched as the crowd drank in the image of the former king in the throes of orgasm. So enthralled were they with his handsome face twisted in pleasurable agony that they didn't notice the faintest trace of blood admixed with the fruit of his loins.
The amber-eyed stud lost consciousness altogether—the stimuli brought by the two monstrous cocks too overwhelming to bear. Nobody fully realized that the thunderous roar he had released had been one of immeasurable pleasure and pain. As he came with an intensity he had never experienced before, his pelvic muscles, already stretched to their limits, contracted forcefully around the two unyielding colossi that were the two kings' ramrods. Tissues were torn apart as his loins heaved, sending his bloody seed soaring in a display of agonized virility. The bliss each mind-blowing pulse gave him alternated with the agony in his core became too much for the well-built bartender, causing him to black out.
Despite Eiji's condition, Kiba continued thrusting wildly, almost as if he wanted the additional pain to snap the older man out of his stupor and experience the ordeal all over again. He saw a couple of bouncers approach the stage, uncertainty painting their faces as they did. He paid them no heed. 'Not enough,'he thought furiously as he pounded the man's torn insides, 'Not nearly enough!' The faintest trace of blood began to seep out of the bartender's abused hole.
And then, the hung jōnin saw a billow of red from the corner of his eye.
At the threshold of the "corridor of princes" stood Kyoko, eyes wide and concerned. One of the bouncers had apparently called her upstairs the moment Eiji had joined the fray. In her haste, the bunko knot she often sported looked even floppier than usual, her hair was in a simple ponytail, and she wore no make-up at all. She glided hurriedly to the stage and was handed the microphone. Her hands trembled slightly as she took it, as did her voice when she spoke.
"Was that not enthralling, my dearest patrons?" the club owner managed to say in fake enthusiasm.
The audience members, their brains too lust-addled to detect the aberration in raven-haired woman's tone, roared in assent, and it took quite a while before the whistles and screams died down enough for Kyoko to continue. She forced a smile. "This is what separates The Three Kings from every other establishment here," she announced, gesturing at the erotic pretzel formed by three magnificent male bodies, "The surprise factor." She walked slightly, gesturing as she spoke. "Even I didn't know that Jin and Eiji had planned to spice up Kai's performance. Unfortunately, though, these lovely men have taken up the time for two performances, so this will have to count as our Platinum King's performance as well. Kyosuke's performance later will be the last for tonight."
"But Jin hasn't cum yet!" one patron was quick to supply.
"Yeah! C'mon, Jin, I want a cumshot!" a skimpily clad woman in her twenties from the back rows shouted, cupping her hands to focus her voice, "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" the middle-aged gay man beside her joined in.
Soon, the crowd was chanting the single-syllable word in a lust-fueled crescendo—a demand that Kyoko, as owner of an entertainment-driven facility, could not deny. Her fists tightened ever so slightly around the microphone. Her talk with Jin would have to wait. "Very well, then," she said, still with her faux smile, resulting in an eruption of cheers, "Let's allow our absurdly hung Platinum King enjoy our well-endowed Silver King's tight depths for just a while more until he… explodes." She glanced at the non-consensual threesome behind her and instead of the excitement the expanse of sweaty, cum-drenched and chiseled flesh she expected the sight would invoke in her, she felt nothing but worry for Eiji's still form, "I do believe our head bartender has had a little too much of Jin, though, so we better let him rest up a bit so you will have the pleasure of drinking his delicious creations later tonight."
Several sighs of disappointment fluttered about, but the audience made no further action when the raven-haired beauty gestured at a couple of bouncers to take Eiji away.
With the two employees approaching as per the club owner's command, the Platinum King had no choice but to stand down. He withdrew his monstrous fuckstick as roughly as he could to maximize the pain, the movement causing the rock-hard slab of meat to smack heavily against his abs. The amber-eyed man moaned briefly at the sensation, but did not awaken. The two bouncers lifted him slowly, causing the blue-eyed performer's cock to slide out of him and replicate the sound the brown-haired hunk had produced earlier as his cock hit his abs.
With Eiji gone, the onyx-eyed shinobi focused at the task at hand—to finish what he had started. Before he could slip his cock into the bound man before him, though, Kyoko swept past him. "My office after this fucking performance," she whispered harshly. His eyes met hers in a tension-filled glare. It was only at this point that his rage-consumed mind realized how pissing the kimono-clad woman off more than he already has could potentially ruin everything he and Sakura had worked for thus far. Silently thanking the kami for that much-needed moment of clarity, he let his eyes trail off, nodding imperceptibly in forced concurrence. With a billow of red cloth, she was gone.
Kiba leaned forward and spoke into the raven-haired hunk's ear. "Well, you heard everything," he whispered, "I guess it makes you some kind of victim in this sick and twisted shit, but don't think you're getting off the hook that easily." He slipped his glistening cock back into Kai's battered hole. "You aren't exactly faultless in this little stunt. I took one look at her earlier and knew she was high on something, and I'm not exactly the smartest guy in the world. You knew that she was drugged and you went ahead and fucked her."
Kai felt the head of the other man's huge pleasure pole stab at his insides, the strokes long and slow but punctuated in the end. He suppressed his whimpers as much as he could, but as the tempo built, he found himself unable to stop the moans and cries.
And then a callused hand grasped his steel-hard cock and began to tug at it roughly, milking him.
The azure-eyed stud's exhaled sharply as his entire body trembled. The strokes were perfectly synchronized to the thrusts, and that meant that the large hand slid back and forth the thick shaft at a very brisk pace. In no time, the strokes became shorter, focused on the top quarter of his cock, rubbing the sensitive head vigorously. Kai began to unceremoniously squeal into the gag. He arched his body off the floor, his brain short-circuiting from the sensory overload. Perhaps fate would be kind enough to let him slip into insanity rather than allow him to withstand such overwhelming sensations for another minute.
And then, without warning, he felt it—a deft jab at his perineum.
The world exploded.
Kai had no words to describe his orgasm as it crashed upon his thrashing form. Beneath the blindfold, brilliant stars erupted in his vision. His mouth flew open against the gag, a series of wails fueled by rapture rolling forth and threatening to rip apart the fabric by sheer amplitude. Every muscle tautened, making the corrugated terrain of his ripped body appear as if it were made of stone. His hips thrust up into the air in reflex, as if offering the fruit of its depths to the world. And offer it did. The muscles at the base of his cock pumped frantically, sending surge after surge of thick, steamy cum arcing a dozen feet into the air like fireworks at a festival, only considerably less wholesome and astronomically more impressive.
The Inuzuka grunted as the first jet of man-juice hit his jaw, the thick liquid splattering messily. He adjusted the spurting slab of solid flesh in his right hand, aiming lower so he didn't receive another faceful, maintaining a strong grip as he pumped away at the convulsing rod. He continued to spear the the Silver King, his thrusts short and sharp, withdrawing but a fraction of the way before slamming the rest of the thirteen-inch mammoth back into his shuddering depths.
The crowd could only watch in awe as the blue-eyed hunk came, wave after wave of jizz spraying as if the man's loins were a bottomless well. The Platinum King continued to plow away as the man below him flailed helplessly. It was only at the forty-second marker that the amount of cum per shot finally began to decrease, and it was at around the two-minute mark when the man was completely drained and apparently knocked out just as Eiji had been. Only then did the brunet stop as well.
"Holy cow," a brown-haired youth wearing a sequined, ruffled red blouse murmured shakily as he massaged his straining cock in his slim-fit, satiny white slacks, "You fucked the cum out of him!"
'Noburu,' the hung jōnin noted mentally after he tracked the sound, remembering the man's name from Sakura's accounts. 'If he's here then…'
Sure enough, beside the mass of red ruffles was a familiar dark-haired girl wearing a tiny black dress and dangling gold earrings. The last member of the trio was, again, missing. He was so focused on Kai and Eiji that he didn't notice the two slip in and take their seats in the front row.
Smoldering onyx eyes met his own similarly colored ones, lust and desire for him so great that he could almost feel her gaze. The dog-nin saw her eyes drop slowly, tracing the lines of his ripped form before landing on his pleasure pole, which was currently still buried to the hilt inside Kai. Like what any good performer would do, he withdrew himself to give Miyako an uninhibited view of his gargantuan tool. 'It's always wise to give the customer a good view of the goods,' he thought a smugly. The rock-hard rod jerked upwards as the bulbous head finally went past the tight ring of muscle, causing a wet plop as the massive organ struck his washboard abs.
Breaths hitched, but the only one that the Kiba heard and the only one that mattered right now to him was Miyako's. Still kneeling, he adjusted his stance to face her fully before grasping his cock with both hands. He moaned out loud as he began stroking at a languid pace, letting his hands slide over the veiny expanse from base to tip and back down.
The entire fiasco had lasted just little over thirty minutes, but already, the Inuzuka was feeling some tingling at the base of his cock. He swept his gaze to look at the Silver King. He had to hand it to the man. If Kai hadn't been in peak physical shape, he would've ended up like most targets of the technique—dead, with their hearts being unable to cope with the sustained tachycardia, not to mention the hypertensive spikes and the gamut of symptoms associated with the prolonged and exaggerated sympathetic activation during the technique-amplified orgasm. There was also the fact that the ebony-haired man had endured much longer stimulation than most other targets of the technique. Instead of kicking the bucket, however, the blue-eyed king had simply been knocked out as Eiji had been, but would be out of commission for a significantly longer period than the latter.
The dog-nin felt the tingling sensations in his balls once more, forcing him to slow down his strokes a bit. 'Damn, that bastard's ass is the best I've fucked among all the guys I've screwed,' he admitted with an embarrassed frown. He knew he really didn't need to delay cumming, but cumming now after only half an hour would make the impression that he enjoyed plunging his cock inside Kai's ass more than he's willing to admit. 'Damn it, Inuzuka!' he inwardly cursed, 'You've fucked up a lot with this impromptu vengeance shit already. You're lucky the intel indicates that Miyako would most likely hire you even if you've fallen out of Kyoko's favor. If they had been any closer, you'd have ruined everything. This is an S-rank mission! Suck it up!'
With a huff, the onyx-eyed man began pumping his cock in earnest, biting the inside of his cheek as he prepared to let the cum fly, disses about an apparent decrease in sexual endurance be damned. This was probably one of the bitterest shit that he'd had to swallow in quite some time. Aside from their unrivaled tracking skills and their impressive attack coordination with ninken, the Inuzuka's pride came from their peerless sexual prowess anatomy-, endurance- and skills-wise. It was one of the most fundamental facets the clan's identity. Nevertheless, Kiba had heard time and again how senior clan members could sacrifice everything for a mission without even batting an eyelash. He might've had the combat skills to go toe-to-toe with kage-level ninja, but it was clear he still had some ways to go.
Kiba switched to the classic one-handed stroke, letting his left hand descend to cup his heavy balls. "Oh yeah," he moaned out loud and allowed his head to fall back as he concentrated his efforts on the head for a few seconds before reversing his grip and letting his rough hand wander back to the thick and veiny shaft. He bit his lower lip, as he played with one of his nipples with his free hand, pinching and rolling the nub until it stood hard and erect before switching to the other one. He was just getting the hang of it when he felt it—that concentrated spike of pleasure that stabbed directly at his groin.
The clones had dispersed. The accumulated sensation of three clones tirelessly fucking Sakura for over thirty minutes was compressed into an intant of dense stimulus that descended upon him like an S-rank jutsu.
He barely had time to process anything when the first jet of searing man-juice squirted from his cum-cannon and landed almost thirty feet away on the bar, startling Ren and his fellow bartenders as pearly ropes splattered noisily on the table's surface. The second traveled even further, painting the array of liquor on display. Ren watched gaping as the organic rain continued for a dozen or so more waves before the shots finally began losing velocity and landing on the floor.
Hollers erupted from the audience at the extraordinary display, almost drowning the Platinum King's own roars of rapture. Even as they cat-called and whistled and screamed and chattered to the patron beside them, all eyes never left the ejaculating man, afraid to even miss a split-second. He truly looked godly. Every muscle was steely and tensed, the sheen of sweat emphasizing every delectable cut and plane of his ripped body. His eyes were screwed shut and his brows were furrowed in sweet agony as his loins heaved over and over, each accompanied by a pulse of heat and bliss that spread from his cock to the very tips of his toes and fingers.
The brown-haired hunk had only ever used a clone once before on his birthday, and it prolonged his orgasm to almost a minute. With three, he really didn't know. The floor was already soaked and still the massive slab of rock-hard flesh between his thighs throbbed. At around the minute-and-a-half mark, he finally felt the contractions slow down and the jets become significantly less voluminous. In the end, his orgasm lasted almost as long as Kai's, maybe a few seconds shorter, but the power at which he came and the amount that he produced put the Silver King's performance to shame, not to mention that he was still conscious albeit with little dots of darkness in his peripheral vision. He looked at the flushed Miyako and smirked at her, stroking his still-hard cum cannon as he did before standing up a with a bit of a wobble. He bowed to the audience, drinking up the lust and adoration like a sponge.
The applause was deafening. Had The Three Kings been less architecturally stable it might have caved in. 'Talk about bringing down the house,' the Inuzuka thought.
Kiba, then, turned around to exit the stage as the lights began to dim, stepping over the bound black-haired man without even sparing a look. Before it got too dark, though, he gave his target a sexy grin and a playful wink to seal the deal.
The real show was just about to begin.

Author's Notes: Just goes to show that brashness is still Kiba's trademark, just as Tsume said all those chapters ago. Also, before you guys comment about the physiological impossibilities, I reiterate: this is a fantasy world. While most men still fall within what is medically possible, let's just say I've taken certain liberties when it comes to those aspects.
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