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Exhibit N
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Exhibit N
Chapter 5
Sasuke walked along a dark dilapidated alleyway behind a small strip mall near the edge of his neighborhood. A few bright bulbs along the rear of the brick building created ample circles of light every hundred feet, often to illuminate one of the back doors to the various stores. The delivery trucks would apparently navigate this narrow crumbling asphalt path and somehow slip into one of the three delivery bays that ran parallel to the alleyway. Sasuke looked to his right at all the dumpsters blocking the path and wondered how any shipment could ever be successfully dropped off. He shook his head and looked to his left at the long chain-link fence spanning the other side of the alleyway. There were dark plastic strips laced through its metal wires to prevent random passers-by from staring into the residential area on the other side.
He moved at a lazy pace with a small bag of groceries in his hand. It had been two weeks since he had crashed Naruto's show, and he had become increasingly apprehensive over what the backlash might be. Maybe the guy would've taken the point and stopped his shamelessly self-impassioned public pursuits… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn't in Naruto's highly competitive nature to accept a loss, and a humiliating one at that. Unless the entire thing had been one big prank - which he found no reason to believe - he expected the blond would be back for another round, and this time with the intent of winning. But whether it would be slightly competitive or outright aggressive, he wasn't sure.
And so he erred on the side of caution, avoiding his regular spots, going out late at night, and taking more obscure routes to and from the places that he truly did need to go. It was currently past eleven o'clock as he returned from the small food mart where he had picked up some bread, a milk jug, and a large bowl of fruit. As that place was at the far end of the complex, he had opted to walk in the alleyway behind the stores rather than out in front where he could easily be seen.
As he passed another dumpster, he came to a recessed block of the building. Some of the stores had slightly different lengths, and this one was relatively shorter than the two beside it. The rear wall ran back about thirty feet from those of its neighboring stores, and there was a single light illuminating a dark brown door in the center of the wall. It had a small cement step in front of it, with black bags of trash piled to the side. As Sasuke passed the first corner, there was yet another dumpster against the wall that spanned the distance between the rear wall of the lengthier store and that of the recessed store.
He briefly wondered how such small stores could produce so much garbage, but shook his head once more and continued down the alleyway. As he passed the center of the light and watched his shadow begin to slip into view on his distant left, he noticed the increasingly visible outline of his body showing some unusual and swift motion beginning from the area of his legs and quickly rising upward. Sasuke looked down and to the right to see what looked like an enormous erection slipping into his view, before a massive hand immediately grabbed the back of his neck.
He dropped his grocery bag as he began to be dragged down the alleyway like the bag he was just carrying. He found himself watching the cracked asphalt go by, legs trailing behind him, as the large hand that had wrapped itself nearly all the way around his throat in an iron grip now pulled him forward at a steady pace. To his right were the sleek swelling curves and deep shifting grooves of an incredibly muscled pair of legs that pumped and flexed in steady rhythm with every step the figure took. If the brief glimpse of the approaching erection and the size of the hand around his neck weren't enough to identify the antagonist as Naruto, then the Herculean legs certainly were.
And boy did he seem mad. He held Sasuke's neck just below waist level with his left hand, the body he was dragging alongside him apparently not straining him in the least. Sasuke tried to bring his legs in to stand up, but without being able to raise his head, they only slipped back behind him, and his shoes dragged along the cracked asphalt once again.
He was hardly content to be hauled ahead to wherever Naruto was taking him, but at the same time, breaking free meant physically fighting with the powerful giant… and winning. The notion was absurd, but he had to try. He reached his hands behind his head to try to grip the thick arm carrying him along. He was able to get his hands around the lower arm by the wrist, and he squeezed as hard as he could. For all he could tell, he might as well have been trying to leave an impression of his hands on a steel pipe. He released his grip and tried digging his fingertips into the arm. He didn't have long nails, but they were sufficient to leave scratches or slice through plastic wrap. He dug and gripped with all his might, attempting to wound, if not break, the skin beneath. He also clawed at the arm, trying to make some scratches, but nothing drew the slightest response. He slid his hands further up the arm, feeling the muscles expand as he neared the elbow, then dug in again when he reached as high up the rippling forearm as he could. Compared to when he could interlock his fingers around the wrist area of the arm, now he couldn't even wrap both hands around its large upper circumference. His fingers slipped into the grooves between the dense muscles, but it was like trying to dig into a thick cord of intertwined steel cables wrapped in skin. And of course, he felt like smacking himself. What was the point of trying to break through the most muscled part of this guy's forearm? He dropped his hands back toward the wrist and gave it one last dig, this time being sure to mash his thumbnails into the tendons along the midline of its underside… but again, no response.
He dropped his arms in frustration and began pounding his right fist against Naruto's burly thigh. A series of deep thuds emanated as he attacked the steadily pumping muscles. But after some twenty punches and an incredibly sore fist, even he had to laugh at the futility of what he just attempted. As he collected his wits to plan something more thoughtful, he noticed the blond was walking barefoot along the jagged fractured asphalt. He dragged his right leg forward and began kicking at the bare foot and ankle. He drove his heel into the tendons atop the foot and kicked at the small bulge on the outside of the ankle. His foot would slip as he was dragged, but he brought it back up to continue his attacks. He kicked the ankle even more, and even drove his heel into the toes as accurately as he could… but it still drew no reaction from the blond.
He again relaxed his limbs and let himself fall into being dragged, but he was thinking. He looked at the cracks in the asphalt. Some were incredibly deep and wide, and there were occasional stray chunks of it scattered about. He would wait for the right one… there! It had rough edges and was small enough to fit in his hand. It also had one particularly sharp corner, and two other pointy bends around its sides. With a swift motion of his right arm, he snatched it up as he was dragged over it. Once in hand, he twisted it so that the sharp corner was protruding from the outside of his fist, and began attacking Naruto's massive leg again. He jabbed it into the large sweeping muscle that ran along the front and side of the thigh, trying to focus on hitting the same spot over and over. But after so many jabs, it seemed that the only thing that was eroding was the chunk of asphalt. The corner wasn't nearly as sharp anymore, and while Naruto's leg had dirt and other small pieces of sand and gravel attached to the point of attack, his skin certainly wasn't broken and he definitely wasn't bleeding. Sasuke tried to hit his ankle with the other pointy corner, but could only reach mid-calf. With the robust thigh being impervious to the asphalt chunk, he knew the only thing left to do was throw it. He was going to make another attempt at the ankle, but then he looked up at the bobbing erection. With a swing of his arm and a flick of his wrist, he launched the chunk at the enormous organ. It impacted the side of the upper half, letting off a sound like a fleshy snap, then spun upward and landed against one of the walls. The erection, however, barely shifted in its path, and once again the blond gave no reaction.
Still looking upward, Sasuke's attention was drawn to the other side of the blond's waist. A tall round muscle was puffed out like a balloon from his behind, swelling and contracting in rhythm with his steps. After watching it pump a few times, it occurred to Sasuke, '…that's his butt muscle!'
From his view at the side, its bottom angled sharply outward from the rear of the upper thigh at slightly over forty-five degrees for what Sasuke estimated to be one of his hand-lengths, before rounding off to an ever so faintly arced surface that he estimated to be one of his foot-lengths, and finally curving off in a perfect quarter-circle as it connected to the exposed lower back. As the leg closest to him stepped forward and the further leg stepped back, he could see the second muscle mimicking the motion of the first in alternating sequence. He stared at the two perfect glutes pumping and bulging, before he realized, '…this guy's completely naked!'
And he had only realized now, for the reason that his face had been pushed down immediately when Naruto approached and grabbed a hold of him. Granted, he did see the unrestrained erection slip into view first - but to be fair, you could see plenty of that before you could ever see what it was attached to.
Now realizing that something was different - and clearly not good - about this encounter, Sasuke resumed his struggle to break free. His attempts to stun Naruto into dropping him had proven futile, so perhaps he could break the grip directly. He reached up and wrapped his hands around the blond's giant thumb and pinky finger, wriggling his neck to allow a full grip. With all his effort, he pulled on the two large fingers in opposite directions. He figured he didn't to loosen all of them - the thumb comprised one half of the grip, and if only that could be loosened, he could simply roll his neck out from the partial grasp of the remaining fingers. But even as he pulled and tugged with all his might, he couldn't make either of the two fingers budge even the slightest bit. The blond's iron grip was indomitable.
And perhaps breaking free would have been pointless anyway, he decided as he glanced to his right. There was no way he could outrun those long and powerful legs. He would have to do something that would stun and delay the blond long enough for him to gain the distance necessary lose his trail - and even if he wanted to use his milk jug to attempt replicating last time's encounter, it had fallen from his grasp much farther back down the alley.
But! He realized, he did still have some possessions with him. He quickly reached his hands into the pockets of his shorts and felt some spare change, a student id card, a driver's license, a keychain flashlight, a key ring with his home and car keys on it, a pen, and a marker. Not much to work with, but there were a few possibilities.
The flashlight and the change were definitely out. The flashlight couldn't blind a person if it was held directly in his eye, let alone shined on it from such a distance. And if jabbing and throwing a chunk of asphalt at Naruto didn't faze him, he doubted the change would have much of an impact - nor he didn't take Naruto for the kind of person who'd drop everything to jump at some free laundry money.
But maybe the plastic edges of his cards were sharp enough that they could make some slash marks? He wasn't dumb enough to think he could actually injure the blond at this point, but he just had to make himself irritating enough that the blond would decide that carrying him along wasn't worth the hassle. And plastic card slashes could certainly be irritating, so he quickly grabbed them from his pocket and began swiping them against the side of Naruto's hefty moving thigh. He sliced back and forth, up and down, one after another in rapid succession. He tried to center them around the spot where he had jabbed the asphalt chunk into… but again his efforts drew no response, even though he could see thin remnants of his swipes on the skin of the shifting muscle.
He quickly pocketed his cards and moved on to his key ring. If card slashes were ineffective, then perhaps key scrapes would do the trick. He gripped his house key, the sharpest key on the ring, and jabbed it into the mighty thigh, twisting it sideways and sliding its sharp grooves at indiscriminate directions. He scuffed and scraped the skin on the side of the thigh, again centering around the target area… but still drawing no reaction.
He pocketed the keys and moved on to his pen. Clicking the ink tube out from its barrel, he began jabbing the tip into the side of the unyielding thigh, directly aiming at the target area once more. When he realized he wasn't being thrown to the side, he delivered a desperately rapid series of stabs to the thick moving thigh. The tip was making visible divots in the skin, and after a matter of seconds, there was a small cloud of them in the target area. And when his efforts once again drew no reaction, he thrust the tip into the skin and dragged it downward. The tip quickly broke off, and a small blob of ink formed on the skin.
That gave him his final idea. Perhaps Naruto wouldn't want his masterpiece physique vandalized by a marker? Sasuke threw away his pen and pulled out his marker. He flicked the cap off and began to make a mark on the side on the giant thigh. Immediately he was hoisted up and tossed over the blond's broad right shoulder. The front of his right thigh was pressed against Naruto's meaty right pec, his left thigh hanging off to the side, and his face was staring at the small landscape of crests and grooves that made up Naruto's wide back. His waistline and lower abdomen were being supported by the blond's large round shoulder and the thick muscle that rose to connect it to the back of his neck, and the blond's brawny right arm and massive hand were holding him there by the rear of his waistline. Success?
Well, there were only so many options at this point. His arms and fists were free, and his legs were somewhat free. He could either pound the backside, or knee at the front side. He knew neither would be effective. After the torrent of punches, asphalt attacks, card slices, key scrapes and pen stabs he had unleashed for the sake of weakening a single point of the blond's thigh had failed to produce even a mild flinch or a slight mis-step, it was blatantly clear that a little more scattered pounding and kicking would be futile. There may have been no stopping this muscle machine. And yet, in the face of this futility, he found it didn't matter if his efforts were effective or not. It was his spirit that counted, and he would put that on display, defiant to the end.
Sasuke looked "up" to see Naruto's tremendous butt muscles pumping back and forth, calves and ankles systematically appearing and disappearing from beneath them as the ever-strident steps continued. He could reach the blond's butt, but wasn't sure if he considered that a 'private zone.' Granted, he didn't seem to be a very private guy, especially on this particular night, but it would be best to play it safe. Besides, those glutes were by far the largest muscles in his body anyway, so they would be the most futile place to attack.
By now the odd pair of teenagers had reached the end of the alleyway, and when Sasuke watched the asphalt turn to grass as he was carried off the mall property, he suspected he knew where they were headed. There was a small field between the side of the mall and the main road that ran perpendicular to it, and in this field were some small circular concrete patios with benches installed around the edges. A handful of tall lamps with orange-cast bulbs were scattered around the field, most positioned near to the seating areas. The area would probably be public enough to meet Naruto's usual preference, despite being vacated at this hour of the night.
But Sasuke refused to go willingly, and began pounding the muscular back in front of his face. While unleashing his futile volley, he tried to figure out his leg range. He could stretch them back as if he were standing, which would leave them parallel to the ground. From there, he could thrust his knees inward - but with his waist being so far up on Naruto's broad shoulders, his thighs would only press into the thick pecs before his knees made impact, so he'd hardly be able to knee the blond with any significant force. Not that he could accomplish anything at full force either, but some small part of his ego still didn't want him to appear that weak, so he would refrain from anything less than full force.
However, he did have another move available. He was able to twist his right knee outward - which, in this case, would mean sideways, and into Naruto's face. So he did exactly that. With his leg pressed back, he quickly thrust it inward. He was being held too close to directly knee the blond, so he ended up clobbering him in the face with the top of his thigh. Though he was quite fit and athletic, his thigh wasn't exactly a block of muscle - but then again, neither was Naruto's nose. Perhaps if he could land enough hits, he could at least initiate a nosebleed.
And so he thrust his knee into Naruto's face again and again as he continued hammering on his back. Naruto, however, had simply turned his head enough to the left that Sasuke's thigh was only hitting his right cheek, and soon enough, he adjusted his muscular right arm, sliding it down from Sasuke's waist and restricting his thighs from further motion by constraining them against his pec and front shoulder. Sasuke's legs were now being squashed in Naruto's iron grasp - and yet, never one to let an opportunity go by, Sasuke turned his situation to his advantage and raised his back into an upright position, now essentially standing up by using that constraining grasp on his thighs as his support.
With his body otherwise free, he again had a number of options available - and there was one move that was obvious above all others. He couldn't contort himself enough that he could deliver a forward punch to Naruto's face, but the top of his head was wide open. And so he brought his fist down, digging his knuckles into the top of the blond mop of hair that was now, beyond his most fanciful imaginations, directly below him. As expected, the blond didn't topple over with a single hit, so he kept his fists raining down on the top of the head. Still, once his knuckles began to grow numb after a moment, he had at least wanted some kind of response. Apparently this guy's bones were even stronger than his muscles.
Soon, Sasuke found himself being lowered from Naruto's grasp and placed, seated upright, on a cold black metal bench. He had been so consumed in beating the guy's skull in that he hadn't noticed they had approached one of the concrete patios. To think, he had almost believed he was being put down because he had successfully overcome the blond's resilience.
Not knowing what was going to happen next, Sasuke simply remained seated, hands unconsciously wrapping around one of the metal slats running the length of the bench as its wooden counterparts often did. He was in absolutely no position to run, not with Naruto directly in front of him with his arms outstretched. He shot the blond a defiant glare, but found himself ignored as his nemesis leaned forward, reaching his big rippling arms above and around Sasuke, to grab for something behind the bench. The enormous erection poked at Sasuke's chest and shoulder, and he found the top of his head nearly pressed into the blond's giant pecs.
It wasn't the ideal situation, but he finally got to see the blond's bare midsection. As expected, he had six large blocks of muscle stacked in pairs down the length of his stomach, with a final two blocks stretching down to his crotch. Feathering outward and upward from the sides of the sixpack were the sleek series of bulges and ridges that made up the serratus and intercostals, each individual section of the muscle popping with the same definition as any of his abs. On each side of his midsection was a thick grooved wall of muscle that began at the waist and spanned upward through the area where the love handles on an average person would normally be.
As Naruto's hands worked behind the bench, Sasuke's attention was broken from the view when he felt the sudden pressure of a thin binding drawing tight around his waistline. He looked down to see a thin white cord of rope had been wrapped around him, and the blond was tying it through the gap in the long metal slats to the support beam directly behind him. He quickly threw his arms over the rear of the bench, but its height prevented him from reaching to where the knot had been tied. The blond had now retracted his hands and knelt in front of Sasuke. He was reaching under the bench for something, and before Sasuke could even land a successful kick, both his ankles had been pinched in the grasp of one massive hand before the other wrapped another binding around them, pulling them upward toward the underside up the bench. When Sasuke tried to kick his legs forward, he felt the pressure on the rope around his hands. So it was a joint knot system made out of a single rope.
As the naked and aroused blond stood back up, Sasuke gauged his situation. His hands were free, but they were useless to grasp either knot. The one holding his waist had been positioned behind him, and when he tried to reach his arms back, the height and curve of the rear of the bench prevented his upper arms from going beyond parallel to the ground, leaving only his forearms to dangle far short of reaching the rope. Similarly, when he tried to lean forward to reach the one holding his ankles, the rope around his waist prevented him from fully leaning forward, and again he could only reach his all-too-short forearms below the seat of the bench. He was effectively trapped. Sure, his arms were free - but only in the same sense that a prisoner could reach his arms through the bars of the jail cell door. The plan actually showed some sign of intelligence and forethought. The blond wasn't just running on blind emotion or raw sexual appetite, and this made Sasuke genuinely concerned.
He watched cautiously as Naruto stepped behind the opposing bench, wrapped his massive hand around the large bar spanning the top of the backside, and pulled upward. The bench had six metal feet bolted into the cement, but with the brief accompaniment of sharp creaking and groaning sounds, the metal feet twisted and the bolts of the base snapped off as Naruto lifted the bench like it wasn't even attached. He walked forward and placed the stray bench in front of Sasuke, then stepped around and sat directly in front of him.
The blond placed his large hands around the seat of his bench and drew it forward, spreading his long sturdy legs so his meaty shins were pressing against Sasuke's bench, just next to the outsides of his own legs. Sasuke found himself staring at the large crimson tip of the erection pointing directly at his face. Naruto lifted his clenched right hand, extended his index finger with a swift snap, and made a jabbing motion toward the throbbing erection.
"Start."
The deep rumble that came from the blond's throat gave him a slight shudder. It belied his poised and dominant look, revealing a far more fierce and untamed creature lurking beneath the surface. The single spoken word of their entire awkward relationship had conveyed power and superiority as potent as any of his physical characteristics, and yet another little butterfly fluttered in Sasuke's stomach as the harsh utterance set in.
So that was his plan. Sasuke was going to get drowned like Naruto had, and he would be the one to do it to himself.
Before he could think otherwise, he felt the blond's large hands consume his own. He didn't resist as they were guided toward the throbbing erection. He could feel the heat radiating from it well before his hands were placed around its thick circumference. The blond slowly slid them up and down once, as if an example were necessary, then returned his grip to the seat of his bench.
Sasuke sat still for a moment, dumbfounded at his predicament. The thought of masturbating another male had never crossed his mind before. In fact, any interaction between him and another man's dick had been completely off his radar until Naruto started showing up. And when it finally did come time for him to grab a hold of the jumbo organ, it had only been for an act of retribution. Granted, watching the poor man on the bus get fiercely shut down when he made his cautious grab at the enormous erection had caused Sasuke to briefly wonder what it would feel like to hold something so big… maybe even to play with it for a while. But even if he had desired an opportunity like this, doing it under such punitive conditions was hardly enticing.
And yet, it seemed to be his only option. His legs were completely restricted, he couldn't shift his body more than a few inches on the bench, and he certainly didn't have Naruto's mammoth strength to somehow rip the bench from its bindings. All he had available were his arms, and all that was within their range was Naruto's knees and his erection. He could attack the erection… but after watching Naruto smash it with all his might between his monstrous thighs at the park, and unleash upon it a pounding he was certain would have left him bruised and bleeding at the diner, it would have to be one hell of an attack. And even if he did succeed, would it be wise to risk enraging the blond? True, he had all but been abducted… and yet, he hadn't been outright attacked. For all Sasuke's attacks while being dragged and carried, the blond hadn't directly fought back. But it was possible that such a lack of reaction was only because Sasuke hadn't truly hurt Naruto. In those instances, his grandiose musculature had served as a sleek and resilient suit of body armor, absorbing and deflecting every assault sent their way. And even though the enormous organ within his grasp was obviously immensely durable, he had no doubts that its endurance would fall short of the staggering thigh muscle he had so thoroughly laid into minutes ago, nor did he have any doubts that it would be far more sensitive to any damage it did take - which, at this point, would mean scratching off bits of the skin. No, enraging the blond in any situation would be foolish, but in this particular captive situation? Simply insane.
So for now, Sasuke would humor the blond and play the subdued captive. If he hesitated any further, Naruto would no doubt use other methods to make him cooperate. He could afford to go along with the blond's plan, at least momentarily. It would be a while until Naruto blew his load, and he would take it slow and steady to prolong his time even further. He could think of ways to turn the situation around while the blond was being pleasured.
Sasuke took a deep breath and adjusted his grip on the throbbing erection. His left hand rested a few inches above his right, both his thumbs positioned on the thick rubbery tube running the length of the underside. He squeezed his fingers, making the motion to pinch his thumb to his index finger, but his grasp could only encompass little more than half of the circumference. Beginning with a gradual pull, he slowly began to stroke up and down the enormous erection, watching the blond's eyes steadily close in satisfaction.
The warm skin slid under the palms and fingers of his cool hands. His slow motions easily glided along the silky smooth surface. It was an unexpected sensation for Sasuke. Words like solid, tough, raw, rugged, or iron came to mind when he thought of Naruto's body. Silken was never one he expected to be on the list. In a moment of idle curiosity, he removed his right hand from the erection and rubbed his fingers along the teardrop-shaped muscle spanning the few inches of thigh just above the kneecap. The skin there also had the same silky smooth texture as the skin on the erection did. The idea of such a powerful package coming in such a soft lustrous wrapping gave Sasuke another little butterfly in his stomach.
Sasuke shook his head, quickly returning his hand to the erection. He had to think. There had to be a way out of this. He was a quick-witted and crafty guy. He'd always worked things to his favor, one way or another. The problem was, the obvious solution was too obvious this time. The number one thing that Sasuke could use against Naruto had been directly handed to him. The blond had enough confidence to place his erection right into Sasuke's hands, and Sasuke was certain his confidence wasn't misplaced. There was no doubt that he wouldn't be able to turn the erection back on the blond when his wild ejaculating began. Naruto would clearly be prepared for that. He also suspected any attacks he might make at the erection had been accounted for and dismissed as insignificant. Perhaps Sasuke could surprise Naruto once more - but again, enraging the blond in his captive situation may indeed be the most foolish thing he would ever do, so he ruled out any such attempts.
Unbeknownst to Sasuke, his rising tension had worked its way out through his actions, and when the first stream of precum that came pouring from the tip of Naruto's erection drew his attention back to his actions, he found himself stroking the large organ rather fervently. Catching himself, he diminished his motion and pressed the erection downward so that none of the precum driveled down the shaft and onto his hands. With all his might, he lowered it just over a few inches, but it was enough to serve his purpose. When the sticky seepage had finished draining past his knees and pooling on the concrete below, he released the pressure and let the erection lift itself upward again. The blond's head was lulled backwards in pleasure, his eyes fluttering briefly in and out of reality. He was now past the halfway mark, and the small puddle at his feet brought about other concerns.
For a moment, Sasuke worried whether Naruto would press the pulsating crimson head into his mouth when it came time to empty his load. Even if Sasuke timed his breathing and swallowing perfectly based on everything he'd observed about Naruto's ejaculations so far, the outrageous amount of semen being dispensed would surely overload his merely human capacities. The possibility of genuinely choking flashed through his mind. The blond wouldn't seriously consider flooding his entire respiratory system, would he? Sure, Sasuke had sent him into an extended coughing fit when he sprayed his nose and mouth full of his own semen, but that had been more of an incidental bonus than the primary goal. No, no matter how angry Naruto might have been at the moment, he wouldn't risk inciting an official investigation into the culprit behind the young teen found asphyxiated from excess seminal intake beside the local strip mall - he would have left way too big of a sample for them to trace.
Another stream of precum poured from the tip of Naruto's twitching erection and added to the puddle below. Sasuke kept up a steady stroking, trying to take it as slow as possible without making it obvious that he was intentionally drawing this incident out. Time was running short, but no good solutions were coming to mind. Maybe it would be best to just hurry up and get it over with? Maybe he'd trust that Naruto wouldn't attempt a move so radical that it would leave him the subject of the most awkward autopsy the Konoha coroner had ever undertaken? Maybe he should even attempt to initiate a negotiation? Sasuke was truly at a loss.
And then, in the distance, at the edge of the field where the parking lot in front of the mall began, a large black express van with darkened headlights swiftly and silently pulled forward into a nearby space. The dimming of the directional signals' ambient yellow glow indicated the engine had been turned off, and Sasuke paused his stroking for a brief moment to stare at the darkened windshield. Not a second later, a man stepped out from the door and began marching directly toward their spot, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
From what Sasuke could see through the ever-shifting highlights of the field lamps and building lights, the man was wearing dark baggy pants and a long-sleeve turtleneck sweater with an olive colored utility vest on top. As he passed by the light at the corner of the building, its glow revealed long brunet hair tied upward in a bristling ponytail that reminded Sasuke of the crown of a pineapple. He was also quite short, even compared to the large vehicle he had just stepped out from.
Sasuke found his attention torn between the two figures in his view. He quickly resumed his stroking of Naruto so as not to arouse the blond's attention to the sudden new arrival, but he also didn't want to catch the attention of the rapidly approaching individual, inevitable as such a thing was at this point.
Naruto was still blissfully lost to the ignorance of anything other than the sensations of his pulsating erection, and Sasuke gave him a few token strokes to maintain his pleasure. However, Sasuke wasn't particularly interested in being caught in such an act, no matter what the circumstance, and once it was clear that the man was getting close enough to be able to see what he was doing, he stopped his motion completely. Now unable to avoid focusing on the mysterious new arrival, his gaze scanned the man's face, the passing light of another nearby lamp revealing a horizontal scar spanning the tan skin across the bridge of his nose. With only seconds left before the imminent confrontation, Sasuke's hands slipped off the erection entirely and fell beside his legs.
As the small man stepped up directly behind Naruto, his right hand flew forward and grabbed the spiky blond mop. Naruto's head and neck immediately snapped back and his eyes sprung open with a look of surprise and shock as if he had been stabbed from behind through his lungs.
"IDIOT!" The man screamed directly in the blond's ear. With a twist of his wrist, he pulled sideways on the mop of hair. Naruto stumbled up off the bench and next to its side, spinning around to face the man - at least, as much as he could with his head being held just above his waistline.
Sasuke looked to his left in stunned confusion at the unexpected confrontation. At first he wondered if the small and slender individual had some kind of morbid death wish, initiating a physical confrontation with such a disproportionately larger athletic prodigy. But there was no way a man of his size could pull Naruto by force - which means the blond must have gone along with it willingly.
"Step over here right now!" The enigmatic man leaned forward and shouted into Naruto's ear, pulling him a few more feet to the side before releasing his hair and slapping his chin upward. Naruto slowly stood upright at the contact, but kept his shoulders hunched forward and face lowered as if attempting to avert the fierce glare being sent his way.
Whoever the man was, he had instantly smashed the blond's dominant bravado and left in its place a decidedly submissive character, now staring at the ground like a young child being scolded by an adult.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" The brunet roared upward at the blond. "What kind of absurd and utterly irrational thought process could possibly lead to the preposterous incident I'm witnessing right now?!?"
Sasuke watched as he took a step toward the blond, waving his arms at Naruto in a condemning manner as he screamed even louder. For such a small man, he certainly had a deafening voice.
"Do you ever think anything through??" He yelled with another step closer to the blond, moving to the side to avoid pressing his chest into the persisting erection. "Do you have no idea what the consequences for your blatantly reckless actions might be?!" The man took one last step forward, now standing face-to-abs with the blond, pointing a twitching finger directly at his lowered chin. "Has the word 'repercussion' continually failed to enter your narrow vocabulary, even after the countless hundreds you've suffered for your flagrant stupidity??"
"I-"
The blond began to turn toward the man to address him, but as his erection began swinging toward the small individual, it was immediately slapped across its pulsating crimson head, sending the blond turning back to his original position.
"Don't. Point that thing at me…" For a moment, the man stared at Naruto with an intensity that seemed it could set a person on fire through sheer will alone, but then he quickly resumed his scolding. "Is it beyond your infantile comprehension to realize the arrant damage and distress your wanton recklessness is causing?!" The brunet stepped back to wave his arms once more. "Was I an absolute fool to expect you to have relational or communicative abilities above that of a Neanderthal??"
Naruto began to turn to face the man. "But da-"
The livid man slapped the tip of Naruto's approaching erection again. "I said, do NOT point that thing at me!" The blond turned sideways and looked downward at the slap of the small hand.
The brunet let out an aggravated snort like a raging bull, and Sasuke could almost visualize the puffs of smoke blowing forth from the nostrils. "Never in all my years have I witnessed such crude and deplorable treatment of another on your behalf!" He stepped to Naruto's left side, now blocked from Sasuke's view by the colossal youth. "You're turning nineteen in a matter of weeks, and this egregious behavior is as mature an interaction as your insufferable 'intellect' can possibly accomplish?! Is this as far as you've come??" The man unleashed a brief volley of pens, batteries, markers, and other random objects from his pockets toward Naruto, while the blond simply let them bounce off.
"It's-"
"QUIET!" The furious brunet took a quick step to Naruto's rear side, back into Sasuke's view, and gave the humongous teen a swift kick in the calf. The man may have been tiny, but his speed was immense, and his thick boots elicited a deep thud when they impacted the large muscle. "You have no excuse for the outright unmitigated delinquency you just displayed!"
The man took another step to the side, now directly facing Naruto's bare behind. "Your inconsiderate misconduct is a disgrace to the discipline that should characterize an individual of your status!" The small individual delivered another sharp kick to Naruto's calf, resulting in another deep thud. "Your contemptible impropriety has transgressed all bounds of personal discretion and good taste, let alone appropriate relational conduct!" Yet another deep thud emanated from yet another harsh kick. "And most of all, you've done a grievous disservice to all the energy… all the dedication… all my labors in handling you!!" A final kick drew out the loudest thud yet. "What is anybody supposed to think of my efforts with you when they see you engaging in such a juvenile interaction… exploiting another person for your own misplaced sense of vengeful satisfaction?!" The man unleashed another volley of random household objects at Naruto.
As expected, the blond gave no response to the kicks, as they obviously weren't hurting him, and once again he simply let the incoming projectiles bounce off, this time with no attempted response other than to continue to stare at the ground in front of him.
"This is a complete embarrassment to every standard of courtesy and every relational virtue I've tried to instill in you!" The fiery man took another step to the side, now partially blocking Sasuke's view of the blond, and delivered another swift kick to the side of blond's other calf. "You're going straight home this instant, and you're going to re-learn… again… how to respect another person's inherent dignity, even if you have none of your own… how to handle a petty frustration, as distorted as it may be… and how to communicate like an educated human being, not a brazen barbarian! You won't dare subject anybody to this kind of exploitation ever again, and you're going to get this drilled through your thick skull until you comprehend just what a rash headlong foolhardy dimwitted buffoon you've been!"
The furious man finished his tirade by launching another volley of objects at the blond, among them being what could have been his school supplies for the year. Where was he even getting these things? Sasuke watched a pocket calculator land on the ground after bouncing off the grooved wall of muscle where the love handle would normally be.
Once the small individual had exhausted his inscrutable stash, he threw his arms, fists clenched, toward his side, and stood directly to Naruto's right, just within the blond's line of vision. His hollering had abated, and he now hissed through clenched teeth. "There are people who, for reasons that consistently elude me, look up to you as a role model. And I'll be damned if this kind of disparaging way of imposing yourself on others means they're going to be looking up in vain."
With a final resounding kick to Naruto's calf, he spun around to face Sasuke. The dumbfounded teen flinched as the man quickly turned toward him, but relaxed upon seeing a look of exhausted disappointment on his face. The small brunet took a few short steps forward and gave a slight bow, his demeanor suddenly that of a humble neighborly elder.
"I apologize for my son's complete inability to express himself in a civilized manner."
Lifting his head, he spun around and marched toward the blond, who Sasuke noticed was peering over his shoulder at him with a "do not tell" look… though it wasn't an angry or demanding one as much as it was an embarrassed and pleading one. For a brief moment, the almost pouting look on his face gave him the abashed air of an overgrown grade school child.
With a snap of the man's fingers, Naruto turned his head forward and tilted it to the side. The brunet stretched his left hand as high as it would reach, grabbed Naruto's earlobe, and gave it a tug. The blond bent sideways at the pull, his broad shoulders becoming lopsided, slanting down toward the small individual at a nearly forty-five-degree angle. With another tug, the blond was stumbling haphazardly behind the man, legs and feet floundering and staggering in erratic and wavering steps, trying crudely to keep his footing while twisted at such an extreme angle as he was dragged toward the van while the vehement brunet continued to hiss into the large ear he currently held level with his head.
"You're in it now, you brat! I won't even call you 'young man' when you're behaving like such a child! And what should I do for your punishment after you've been re-educated, send you to your room for a time-out? Would that suit your current mental age?!"
As the bickering steadily became indecipherable over the increasing distance, Sasuke continued to stare in bewilderment as the very small and incredibly angry man pulled the extremely large and exceptionally naked blond across the sloping ground, his giant feet blundering and bumbling along some bizarrely twisted invisible path. When they reached the side of the van, the man released Naruto's ear and flung open the sliding door in the center of the passenger side with enough force that it bounced off the end of its track and began to slide forward again. With some more indistinct yelling and waving of his arms, the fuming brunet directed the now-standing blond through the door. Naruto leaned forward and began to get in, but stopped halfway, leaving his torso through the door and his bare butt sticking out. His left leg was resting its shin on the van floor while the right leg still stood straight on the parking lot asphalt. After a moment of pause, the short man began kicking the back of the standing leg in the upper thigh just below the butt. The blond hastened his entry, but apparently he slipped and fell over something, if the way the body of the van suddenly lurched to the right was any indication. The bottom of his legs now stuck out the door, feet pointed toward the ground. After some shuffling, they began to rotate upward, indicating he was attempting to turn himself around. However, the man started furiously slapping at the exposed feet and calves, and the legs were quickly drawn in as the irate brunet slammed the door shut and walked around the front to the driver's side. The van bounced side to side a bit more as the blond got himself situated, and soon the man was inside the van. After another brief moment of yelling and shaking, the van started up and sharply backed up from the parking space, making a quick stop to shift gears, then lurched forward toward the exit.
As the van sped away, Sasuke began to process the events of the last few minutes.
'…What the hell did I just see?'
The stunned expression on his face changed to confusion as it began to re-link with his recuperating mental functioning.
Slowly, key words from the final exchange began to register in his mind.
'…Son?'
Adopted.
Obviously.
But that opened up an entire lifetime of family history.
And he wasn't sure that would be the right place to start digging for answers.
'…Express himself?'
Express what?
A giant guy going around masturbating in public and blowing inordinate amounts semen all over the place was supposed to mean something?
Or was it the brief abduction and being held at dick-point that was supposed to be the expression?
Sasuke shook his head as the absurdities multiplied in his mind.
The sound of tires screeching drew his attention to the road. The van had exited the parking lot, and was coming to an abrupt halt at the stop sign of the distant intersection.
Leaving seemed like a good idea. Sasuke moved to get up, but found his feet unable to reach the ground. He leaned forward to look down, but found his waist held back.
At the frenzied sound of tires spinning, he frantically reached out for the van with a look of panic on his face as it zoomed away.
"Hey!" he shouted after the van as it weaved around the corner and sped out of his view.
"Hey, get back here and untie me!!"

Adoredra93: Aaaaahhh!!! You hoped for regular updates!! Look what happened :(
Nah, just kidding. Thanks for another round of thorough feedback. Really thrilled that you liked the little twist that Sasuke unleashed on Naruto. And now you probably see why that was the part I've always been wanting to write ever since the beginning. Sasuke's a genius, aren't I? ... I mean, isn't he?
But here we have another sudden twist, a part of which begins to ever-so-slightly address your concern about the suspense - and who knows, maybe even confound it further? But now you've got at least a vague hint about end-goals and logic (or lack thereof). Sasuke'll be getting his closer look at Naruto's life soon enough, though in a much more direct manner than Naruto's attention to him.
Anyway, yeah this update came slow. I knew the final scene would be a challenge to write. Big buff boys showing off, I'm quick at. Legitimate parental reproaches, not so much. But it was necessary moving forward, and I hope it turned out good enough (even if it was a highly unexpected deviation).
As for contact... apparently this site gives two user profiles, a general one that's accessible everywhere and an obscure one that's only accessible when somebody's visible online. That obscure one is the one that has the "Email" box, and yours says "(Email Hidden)"... as does mine, though I can't find a place to unhide it... so let's just do this: AvenaSativaPUB@yandex.com - drop a note if you want to go deeper than reviews/replies allow (or quicker, for that matter).
Either way, thanks again for the review!

Daga: Well, hey, thanks for giving it a try! Glad I could make a believer out of you :)
It's true, I tend to write for very specific audiences. But I always hope I write for the seasoned reader above all, so I'm happy you liked it even if it isn't your usual interest.
And yeah, really, the whole thing's a bit exaggerated. But such are the characters it's based on. I tried to take their cartoonish exaggerations and turn them into real-life equivalents. Though as for that specific part you refer to, it wasn't meant to be all that much more overdone. It just happened that I wanted every detail perfect, so even though it may take some minutes to read the events, they were meant to go by fairly quick in reality. In other words, if you bought into the first 3 load blows, this 4th one wasn't all that much bigger.
And believe it or not, Naruto's ejaculation sequence was based on a real video I saw of a guy who blew 15 streaming shots over the course of 20+ seconds and was sitting in a puddle at the end of it. Some of the shots were even spraying in arches and puddling on the ground before they even finished being launched. I just kind of up-scaled it and tweaked it for a guy Naruto's size. But that's where a lot of my descriptions are inspired from.
Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read and review!
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