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Training
By : djserani
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Yamato steeled himself and stepped through the door. The rooms in Ninenjin looked the same as those on the level above. The same rice paper walls, wooden floors and low lighting, even the same basic furniture.

She was sitting at a small table, reading a book that Yamato recognized as one of the Icha Icha novels. He smothered the snicker and cleared his throat. She looked up quickly and smiled at him. "Hello!" She grabbed her bookmark, stuffed it between the pages and stood.

"Hi." He was beginning to think maybe the day off wasn't such a great idea. He found himself more nervous again than he'd been before. "Hoshi?"

She nodded and came over to where he still stood by the door. "That's me," she said, with a big smile. Yamato noticed she was rather short, with cropped chestnut hair and deep brown eyes. And try as he might, he couldn't miss the large set of breasts, even under the yukata. He may not have been a breast man, but those could not be missed. Realizing where he was staring, his eyes flew back to her face. Her smile widened. "What can I do for you?"

He cleared his throat and forcibly got a hold of himself. "I was told you're interested in bondage."

She nodded. "Is there a particular type you're interested in?"

Yamato caught himself, having nearly said 'booooobs.' He mentally smacked himself. "I was visiting a lady upstairs who's been teaching me about it. However she and her, um, friends prefer to stay with the more minor forms of bondage."

"Ah, yes. Ichienjin is a bit more basic for that. Well, I'll be happy to help you out. Do you have a name, hon?" She asked him as she took off her yukata and hung it on a hook by the bed.

He blinked at her, wondering why they always asked if he had a name, not what it was. Shoving the distracting thought aside, he said, "Tenzou."

"Well, Tenzou, come on in. One of the things that I prefer is called 'Shinju.' It's specifically breast bondage. I like to have mine tied." She grinned at that, then continued. "There are, of course, many ways to do it, but I'll show you a nice basic version first." She turned and picked up a bundle of rope from a pile that looked just like the one Riku kept upstairs. "I'll need your help for this."

She handed him the bundle and turned around. After unraveling it, he noticed it wasn't knotted like the initial rope that Riku had used. "Double it over and hold the loop in your hand, then you want to wrap it around me, under my breasts."

Yamato did as she said, and he forcibly kept his eyes averted as she lifted her breasts for him to put the rope under them. He breathed a tiny sigh of relief when she turned back around. "Now, feed the end through the loop and bring it back around again." As he came around the front, though, she said, "but this time, it goes over my breasts."

He blinked, realizing just what this was going to do. He had to remind himself that they liked this stuff and that it felt good to them. So that even if it looked painful and maybe even was, they wanted to do it. After wrapping it the way she directed, she turned again. "Now, feed it through the new loop you made when you wound it back around me. After that, you'll wrap it around again over my breasts, and we'll want to adjust the tension. Then it gets really fun."

He tugged a little on the ropes, but yet again found himself having difficulty pulling it too tight. Hoshi sighed. "Here," she said and reached behind her, pulling much harder than he ever would have, tightening them quite a bit. "You're not going to hurt me, hon." She said in exasperation.

"Sorry," Yamato mumbled, blushing. "I'm new to this."

She smiled. "It's okay, but really, I'm not worried about you hurting me. It would take a lot. Now, when you wrap it back around, bring it under the ropes and then up over my right shoulder."

He blinked at it, then did as she said. "Good! See? That wasn't so hard." Then she grinned and her hand came down to gently rub the outside of his pants. "But you're getting there, aren't you?"

This time he did squirm a little and she laughed. "You're a cutie. Okay, it goes under the bottom set of ropes, then twists around itself and over my other shoulder. When you get it back to my back, you can just tie it off."

He concentrated on the instructions instead of the breasts in front of him, trying desperately to not embarrass himself again. But when he'd twisted it around, she stopped him. "Okay, you have to understand that getting this tight is part of the appeal. For some women, myself included, I like having it very tight. It makes my breasts extra sensitive. So, go ahead and pull more."

Shoving his reticence aside, he did as she told him to and he couldn't miss the sharp intake of breath she took when he did. There was also no way to avoid brushing against her breasts and he noticed her briefly close her eyes when he did. When he ran it over her shoulder and went to tie it off, he was a little short on rope so, yet again ignoring his instinct, he pulled it even tighter, then made the knots.

"There you go. Now, you can see it's already affecting me a little bit." She turned around and he could see that her breasts seemed to be straining against the rope. "They should never be bound tightly for too long, there's too much risk of damage to the tissue. But I, for instance, can comfortably be like this for a good twenty minutes." She lifted his hand and put it on her breast, his palm right over her erect nipple. Despite himself, he was getting harder from it.

"There are many other ways of binding breasts. The rope can simply be wound around the breasts themselves, but that usually only works for larger ones like mine. Now, let me show you just how much it does for me, hmm?" She grabbed his other hand and put it on her other breast and he figured out that she wanted him to play with them. Just by brushing his rough fingertips over the skin, she moaned, so he continued, tracing circles, massaging gently, even lightly scratching them to tease and then, after glancing at her face, he took one nipple into his mouth and she nearly screamed. "Yes."

His hand trailed down and he pushed his fingers between her legs to find her very wet. He himself was hard as a rock, so he glanced up at her. "May I take you?"

Even in her lust-induced haze, she smiled at the question. "Yes." She climbed onto the bed and turned around, presenting her ass at him. "Please don't finish inside me," she said and spread her legs a little. He nodded, stepped up to her, opened his pants and released his straining cock. He'd have given just about anything to take Sakura instead, but he couldn't, so he closed his eyes and imagined her pink hair, face twisted in pleasure and plunged his cock into the woman in front of him.

"Fuck. That feels good." She moaned loudly and moved against him. He had to grit his teeth because he was going to have a really hard time lasting. Between Sakura's preparation and the moans he was hearing, it was almost too much.

The words from Sakura floated back to him and he stopped fighting it so much, and pumped into her harder. He reached around her and rubbed her clit a couple of times, grateful when she started to scream and clamp around him. He held on carefully, too damned wound up not to. When she released him, he pulled out and let go, the strength of his orgasm a surprise, his cum shooting over her back.

He took a moment to get his breath back. He realized that, even as bad off as he'd been he still couldn't just fuck this woman and come without giving her pleasure. He sighed mentally and stepped back from her, tucking himself away.

Hoshi turned and sat on the bed, looking up at him. "Well, I guess you enjoyed that."

He smiled and nodded, working to suppress the blush. "Yes. Um, would you like me to help you out of that?"

She chuckled. "How does a gentleman like you end up down here?" She stood up and turned around and he was grateful for the ability to hide his face.

"By being interested in things that my girlfriend isn't interested in. Yet, at least." He answered as he concentrated on undoing the knots, trying to avoid the mess he'd made on a few of them. She moaned as they released her breasts and he did his best to ignore it. Finally, when she was free, she turned back to him.

"You're welcome to come back and keep working on it." She grinned and dropped a kiss on his cheek.

"Well, thank you." He smiled at her awkwardly and made his escape.

* * *

Kakashi found the room he'd been referred to and stepped inside. This was set up differently than the ones upstairs. There was a small entryway with another door leading to the main room, which was currently closed. To his left another door was open and through it stepped a woman that looked similar enough to Sakura that he had to do a double-take.

She had medium-length red hair and blue eyes, but was otherwise built almost exactly the same as Sakura. Her breasts were plenty without being too big, she was petite in the right places and had long legs that looked made to wrap around a man's waist. She had on a longer yukata than he was used to seeing on the women down there, this one in a deep red, but nothing else, not even shoes. "Hello, there." She greeted him with a smile. "I take it you're my next appointment?"

"Hello." Kakashi replied. "I am."

She looked him over. "You don't look like a teacher." She grinned.

He couldn't help but return the smile. "I am. Have been for a number of years."

"Well, then. Let me guess, you have a particular student that's caught your eye and you're here so you don't risk your job?" She asked.

He nodded. It was close enough. She didn't need to know he was now engaged to the student he'd lusted after for so many years. "Yes. So, um, what's your name?"

"Sakura." She said. "What's yours?"

He blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Sakura�unless you'd prefer I use a different name?" She turned a look of polite inquiry on him.

He shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, that's fine."

She smiled. "Okay. There are a few rules here that don't exist in the other areas of the club. Role play like this is dealt with a little differently. First off, if I say the word 'red' you stop, no matter what's going on." He nodded. "Just about anything is a go except that you don't break skin and don't leave permanent marks with, of course, the caveat that if I use the word we stop, anyway. And lastly, I don't much care where you finish, but I'd prefer if you didn't get my clothes messed up."

He nodded again. "That's fine." This was a little different, especially the use of a safe word, but it made sense. He reminded himself again that this was all consensual and even if it was taboo, it wasn't exactly dangerous. He tried not to think about what might be going on two floors down.

"Good." She grinned. "Now, go on in and make yourself comfortable. I'll be in in just a few minutes."

"Alright. Thank you." He opened the other door, stepped through and stopped. The room was set up just like a classroom. There was a chalkboard on one wall with a large wooden teacher's desk in front of it. Behind that was a wheeled wooden chair and in front of the desk was a single student's desk. Completing the room was a set of bookshelves along the back wall that even had a globe and school supplies on it. The rest of the room looked much like the other rooms in Jigoku - rice paper walls, wooden floors and low lighting.

He went up to the desk, pulled the chair out and sat down. He had no idea, really, what to expect of all of this. So, while he waited, he let his mind wander back to Sakura earlier before they'd left her.

She'd worked both of them over at the same time, sucking on one while stroking the other, then switching. She'd managed to keep it at just the right pace that they'd both nearly climaxed at the exact same time. Then, of course, she let them go and now he was damned near desperate to do something about it. Which was, of course, her goal. He had no idea how she'd managed to develop that particular skill and when he said as much, she just grinned wickedly and told him that having two future husbands at the same time did a lot for her skills.

With that thought firmly in his head, the door opened and the other Sakura came in right then. His mouth dried up as he looked her over and he knew that, at least this time, he wasn't going to have as much trouble with the scene as he had before. She wore what might be considered a standard high school uniform, except that the white button-down shirt was two sizes too small and the pleated green skirt about fifteen centimeters too short. She had knee high white socks, black shoes that would be standard uniform shoes if they didn't have high heels, and completing it was a red tie, loosened around the open top two buttons of the shirt. He could see the black lace of her bra peeking through the parted fabric.

The real kicker was the hair. Done up in twin ponytails. He swallowed hard. "Sensei?" She asked and stepped up to his desk.

He had to take a deep breath. "Yes, Sakura?" He asked. He couldn't help but wonder what his Sakura would look like in an outfit like that and when he realized that she would look very much like the woman in front of him, the thought caused his cock to harden even more.

"Sensei, I need to talk to you about a grade." She set her books down on the desk and leaned over them, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. "I don't think it was fair."

"Oh, really? What wasn't fair about it?" He patted himself on the back for being able to keep up with the conversation.

She held up the paper that was obviously a fake report of some kind with a big red "F" on it. She frowned at him. "I think I did much better than this."

"Now, Sakura, I can't change a grade once I've put it in." He said, leaning back in the chair. He had to shift, it was too damned hard to sit the way he was.

"Oh Sensei! Isn't there anything I can do?" She batted her big blue eyes at him, pouting, and he was damned glad he didn't really have students, much less one like her. He'd have been putty in her hands. She stood up and moved around the desk to lean back and show off her legs at him.

He wondered just how long he'd be able to last in this scene. "I don't know, Sakura. There are still a few reports left this semester. You might be able to get a better grade on one of those."

She smiled then and he had a moment to think she should be on the stage or screen, not down in a club like this, the way she could act. "Really? You think I could?" She paused then, and pretended to chew on a nail. "Is�is there a way that I could make sure I'd get a good grade?"

She bent over, then, and ran her hand up his leg. He got even harder from that. "Sakura, you know I could lose my job for that."

She grinned, then. "I made sure the door was locked. And the windows are all covered." She whispered seductively. "And if we don't make any noise, I'm sure we won't get caught." Her hand moved further up his leg until it was on the outside of his pants, over his sex.

She pushed his chair back further and knelt between his legs. "Come on, Sensei, pleeease�" she practically begged, then reached up and undid the button on his pants. Slowly, her eyes not leaving his, she unzipped them and pulled them open. Then, she pulled his cock out and wrapped her hand around him.

"S-sakura�" he said, losing the thread of conversation in that moment. She pulled her tie looser and unbuttoned another button, showing her bra completely now. Then she started stroking him and he closed his eyes on a moan. "Yes."

"Does that mean you'll give me a better grade, Sensei?" She asked with a purr.

When he didn't answer at first, she stopped stroking him. He opened his eyes and played along. "I�" he had to clear his throat. "I'm still not sure about this, Sakura."

She stood up, then, and slid herself back onto the desk, spreading her legs for him. He caught a glimpse of hair and realized she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. "What if I let you�touch me, Sensei?"

He stood up over her and slid his hand along her thigh. She sucked in a breath as he got to her sex and parted her lips with his fingers. She was wet and he wondered if it was the role play or if she got herself worked up like his Sakura did. He suspected it was a bit of both. "Do you like that, Sakura?" He asked, working to keep himself in the role play. He had to remind himself why he was here and who this was not. Of course, every time he said that name, at least, he thought of his future wife.

"Yes, sensei, I do." She moaned as he worked her clit over. With his other hand, he worked the last two buttons on her shirt out and pulled the tie off of her. She was moaning much more loudly by this time and he cupped a breast over the lace bra, squeezing it slightly. "Sensei�" she whispered.

"Yes, Sakura, like that." He said quietly, continuing to work her sex. She moaned louder and he couldn't mistake the fact that she really was responding to him. He pushed a finger into her, using his thumb to rub her clit at the same time and she started to shake a little. "That's it, Sakura, come for me." And a moment later, she did, shuddering as her orgasm hit her.

Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding, but she looked up at him. "Sensei, let me help you, too." She reached down and took him into her hand, stroking him. He groaned softly and she laid back on the desk, spreading her legs wide. She pulled the tiny skirt up and said, "take me, Sensei."

He closed the small distance and eased himself into her wet sex. He closed his eyes and replaced the hair and eyes with pink and green and began moving. He wouldn't last long, he was already too worked up. Sakura's ministrations earlier had made him damned near crazy and with what he'd just seen and done, he was ready to go off at any time.

So as he started moving, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out. He tried to concentrate on her, but it was very difficult. Then Sakura's words came floating back to him and he moved a little faster and only a minute later, he came hard, his Sakura's face in his head. He moaned her name loudly and he released into the woman below him.

He paused to try to catch his breath a moment. He was going to have to remember that little scene for later. He eased back out of her and stood up, adjusting himself. He looked at her to see her watching him. "You didn't tell me her name was Sakura, too."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think it was?"

She didn't answer him, just smiled. He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well, um. Thank you," he said, once again aware of the awkwardness in that moment.

"You're quite welcome. If you're interested in doing this again, I'd be glad to see you." She smiled, and dropped a kiss on his cheek. "Bye."

"Bye," he said and hurried out.

* * *

Gai was trying to decide if he'd completely lost his mind. He had a fleeting thought that Yamato had been correct in that this was the most bizarre mission he'd ever been on, but that was small comfort at the moment. He was trying to figure out exactly how he'd ended up the way he had.

Well, really, he knew how it he'd gotten here. At least, how he ended up physically in the room he was, and in the position he was. But what he couldn't figure out was how he'd gotten to liking it so much. And on the tail end of that, he couldn't help but wonder what Tenten and Lee would think if they knew.

His wrists were in cuffs and pulled over his head so that he was standing. He was stark naked, an anal plug inside him, his cock in a little plastic cage and his ass bright red. The cage was currently straining to keep him contained. His sex wanted to swell and get hard, but it couldn't with it where it was and that caused its own near-excruciating pain. His spanking had aroused him, and it had only gotten worse when she'd worked the anal plug into him, stimulating his prostate.

He was covered in sweat with the strain and to make the whole thing complete, he was gagged. He moaned behind the gag when she pulled the paddle back and brought it back down on his ass. "Did you want something, honey?" She purred in his ear.

She knew very well he couldn't answer. He held a small red ball in his hands that, if it got to be too much, he'd let go of it and it would get her attention. So far, he hadn't even considered letting go of it.

She reached down and stroked his balls. They were stretched between a ring and the cock cage and separated by a small bar that ran between them. He moaned again, as she stimulated him there. When he did, she squeezed them gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind him that she controlled things. His cock strained a little more.

She used the end of the paddle to spread his legs a little more and he strained to do what she wanted him to. She worked at the anal plug , then stroked the spot between his sac and anus. He desperately fought against the sounds that wanted to come out and as he did, tears of frustration leaked out. "Oh, I think you're getting close. You might� almost be ready." She murmured to him.

His tormentor was a tiny little woman named Naoko. She wore platform shoes with extreme high heels to give her height, tight black leather leggings and lace-up corset that emphasized breasts which almost spilled out over top. She had her pale blonde hair twisted up in a knot on her head and long blood-red fingernails. She used these to scrape across the sensitive flesh on his ass. He couldn't stop the squirm when she did.

"Yes, almost." She dropped another series of spanks on him and the tears flowed freely now. His cock was straining enough to be very painful and he was fairly certain his balls were probably taking on a blue tint.

Just as he was about to drop the ball, she leaned up to him and ran her hands down his back and over his ass again. "Now, I think." She opened the lock on the cage, pulled it apart and released him. His cock sprang to attention immediately, rock hard. She stroked him a couple of times, but when he was just about to climax, she stopped.

"I didn't say you could come yet." She spanked his sex slightly and he grunted. Even that felt good, it was insane. He couldn't resist fucking the air a little, trying for that tiny bit of friction that would give him what he needed. Unfortunately, all that did was earn him another few swats.

He couldn't hold in his groan and at that, she set the paddle aside and started running her hands over his skin, avoiding his cock but touching everywhere else. She worked the plug in him, stimulating his prostate again, but once more stopping just shy of his completion. Another sound escaped from low in his throat, and she finally gave in. She wrapped her hand around him, stroked him only three times and he came hard, his muscles tensing tightly, as it hit him. He screamed behind the gag, unable to hold any of it in.

When he calmed down and opened his eyes, he saw that he'd actually hit the wall that was a more than half a meter away. She carefully removed the plug, released the rope holding his wrists over head, unbuckled the cuffs, then untied the gag and helped him sit down. "Are you okay?" She asked when he winced.

He nodded. "Yes, my�bottom is just sore. I'll be fine. I just need a minute."

She smiled. "Of course. Would you like some water?"

What Gai wanted was a really strong drink after that. He was still a bit disturbed by how much he liked it. But he nodded, anyway, because his throat was dry after all of that. She brought a bottle of water to him and he drank it down gratefully. "Thank you."

He gave himself another moment before standing and walking slowly to his clothes. She helped him dress and, after assuring her that he'd be fine, he headed upstairs, wondering how the hell he was ever going to tell Tenten and Lee about this. He shook his head and sighed, figuring it might be easier after a couple of really stiff drinks.
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Training	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

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