by Sessha Batto
By this point the ninja was feeling painfully stretched, with one more to go. He glanced at the remaining man from under lowered eyelids. Oh, just great, they had to save the biggest for last. Yoshi took a deep breath and closed his eyes, willing his body to relax as stubby fingers tugged at his overextended ring. When the blunt head of the last man's cock began to force its way through the elite felt himself tear. Surprised it took that long, he mused as he struggled to suppress the pain.
Once all four men were seated to the hilt they began to move. Each surrendered to his own rhythm, leaving Yoshi feeling like there was a badger in his ass fighting to get out.
After what seemed like hours, his tormentors began to peak. The shadow wolf was smothered in mounds of hot, sweaty flesh as they collapsed against him before pulling out. The Yakuza and his companions moved away to clean themselves and grab glasses of wine. The shinobi was left dangling, blood and semen dripping out of his abused ass to puddle on the floor.
Yoshi pulled himself out of his daydream when the gigantic servant strode into the room and lifted him out of the swing, turning him to lie face down on a soft couch. He heard voices, and was relieved when he felt healing salve being applied, soothing and helping repair the inevitable injuries caused by the crime lord's games.
The shadow wolf slowly sat up, waiting for the surge of pain that never came. “Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Have some water,” the giant rumbled. “They’ll expect you back soon.”
Yoshi gratefully took the offered glass, gulping down the water and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “Thank you again,” he said more clearly.
The giant bent and hoisted him once more, carefully maneuvering through a set of connecting doors into a room dominated by the biggest bed the elite had ever seen. “Wait here,” came the rumbled command before the door swung shut, leaving Yoshi alone with his thoughts.
****
Makoto shouldered his pack and set off toward the gate. It takes three days to get to Kanegawa on foot. Yoshi only arrived today, I’m sure he's still fine. Having thus reassured himself the interrogator set off at a feverish pace. He was determined to halve the usual time for the trip, hoping to retrieve the shadow wolf before he suffered any further abuse.
The clan heads remained in the teahouse, arguing about the problem at hand. “If not Rin, then who?” Daichi asked. “Yoshi is the only one anywhere near her strength, and knowing what I know now I couldn’t in good conscience support him.”
“That's a lousy thing to say, Narita,” Tatsuya shot back, lifting his head from the cradle of his arms. “You all know Yoshi is a talented, dedicated, shinobi. Why should what was done to him change anything?”
“It is unfortunate, Tatsuya,” Hoshu interjected, “but think of the repercussions if, in his capacity as Shuhan, Yoshi was forced to deal with the same men who abused him. I doubt they would take him, or this shuudan, seriously. Not to mention the fact that our shadow wolf might just choose to kill them himself, making a messy situation even messier.” He stopped and took a breath, eying the men around the table. “I propose we set a new standard. The Shuhan doesn’t necessarily need to be the strongest, merely command the loyalty of the strongest. Perhaps, we should be looking for a man who is respected and admired instead.”
The assembled shinobi pondered Hoshu's words. What he suggested made sense, but it went against everything they’d been taught to believe.
“I take it you have someone in mind, Hayashi.” Naoki broke the silence. “Why don’t you just tell us who it is.”
“Sato Daisuke,” Hoshu replied. “Everyone admires him. He's always cheery, has trained most of the younger nin in weaponry, and it only takes one trip to that karaoke bar by the armory on a Friday night to see how he manages to keep everyone in line.” The elder trailed off uneasily, unsure of what the others were thinking.
“I have no problem with Daisuke, at least in theory, although he is a bit young,” Akihiko ventured. “But won’t the other shuudan jump at the opportunity to take advantage of our Shuhan's weakness?”
“How on earth would they know how weak or strong he is? It's not like the Shuhan engage in a wrestling match when they meet. Most of the duties are administrative; I’m sure our day to day affairs will run much more smoothly under Daisuke's care. As for the question of age, he's twenty-eight, hardly a child, and he's been on active duty for fifteen years.” Hoshu watched as realization dawned on the faces of Aya and Daichi.
“Well, someone should go get him then,” Naoki suggested.
“I’ll go.” Tatsuya was eager to volunteer. “I could use some fresh air.” He rose and left the teahouse, heading for the training center in hopes of finding Daisuke. He slid through the doors behind a group arriving for a workout and took a place at the end of a long queue of children. As he waited he took a good look at the man he would soon be serving under. Medium height, slight of build, with a long fall of sable hair and twinkling chocolate eyes, the cheery expression on his face seemed its natural state as he joked and chatted with his comrades.
“Tatsuya-san.” Daisuke was surprised to see the clan leader at the training center, normally the elite trained privately. “I didn’t know you were assigned to help out tonight.”
“I'm not exactly here to help. Some of the clan leaders would like to speak with you. Would you mind coming with me when you finish here?”
“Is this going to take long?” Daisuke fretted as he stuffed his belongings into a satchel.
“Don’t think so.” Tatsuya smiled and slung an arm around the instructor's shoulders, steering him out into the night.
When they reached the teahouse, Daisuke slowed to a halt. “Am I in some kind of trouble? I just want to be prepared.”
“It's nothing bad, Sato-san, I promise,” the elite replied with a wide smile. “You can trust me, I wouldn’t lead you into a trap.”
“Of course I trust you, you’re a shinobi of Kobayashi shuudan. I trust you with my life.”
“Ah, Daisuke,” Hoshu exclaimed with a welcoming smile as soon as the pair stepped inside. “Come and join us please. We have a favor we’d like to ask of you.”
“Of course, I will be glad to assist you in any way I can.” The younger man bowed politely to the assembled elders. “What is it I can do for you?”
“We have decided to remove Rin from her position as Shuhan. It has come to our attention that she has been misusing her power and encouraging the abuse of one of her men. We will no longer allow her to sully the name of Kobayashi shuudan,” Aya explained.
“When Rin came to power circumstances were different. We had just found out that Nakamura shuudan was trying to incite the other clans to move against us,” Daichi continued.
“What they are trying to say is we would be honored if you would accept the mantle of Shuhan, Daisuke.” Hoshu smiled at the stunned look he received.
“Me?” the young man said. “I’m just a weapons instructor. Why in Kami's name would you want me to be Shuhan?”
“Everyone likes you, Daisuke. All the shinobi know you and respect you. You are one of the most capable people we have when it comes to organization and administration, and that's a lot of what a Shuhan does. If you need help you’ll have the clan heads to lean on,” Daichi explained. “Just say yes already, there's no good reason not to. If you don’t I’m not sure we’ll be able to come up with another candidate we feel comfortable with.”
“I need to understand why you’re doing this,” Daisuke said. “It sounds a lot like treason to me. No offense to anyone here, but I am loyal to the shuudan.”
“No offense taken,” Hoshu replied. “It seems that Rin has ongoing expenses for her opium habit. Add to that her outstanding debts and she found herself in dire financial straits. She decided that the best way to meet those obligations was to force one of her high-ranking elite to act as a sex slave for hire.”
“Oh, Kami,” Daisuke managed, covering his face with his hand in dismay. A shudder r
an down his spine as he wondered how he would react to being given such an assignment. “Who is it?”
“Takahashi Yoshi,” Tatsuya blurted out. “I feel so guilty, Daisuke. My own father started this whole horrible mess, he used Yoshi's father in the same way. I can’t stop thinking about how much he must hate this place and everyone who lives here.”
“It's alright,” the instructor assured him, wrapping an arm around broad shoulders and drawing him down to sit. “I’m sure that Takahashi-san loves this shuudan and its people very much. If anyone could have survived without our protection it's him, yet despite what he's been ordered to do he's remained loyal. And didn’t I see you two at the barbecue stand last week? I’ve seen how well he dodges Jun-san. There's no way he’d eat with you if he didn’t want to.”
“And that is a good demonstration of why we want you to be Shuhan,” Naoki remarked. “I think the people of Kobayashi shuudan deserve a leader who cares about their well-being.”
“I guess I accept,” Daisuke replied in a daze.
“We’ll all help you get sorted out and settled in. First though, we have a little housecleaning to do.” Aya slammed her balled fist into her hand. At that the clan heads rose as one, bowed to him and headed off, leaving Daisuke to wonder if perhaps he’d hit his head at some point and this was all a bizarre hallucination.
With that thought pounding through his brain the instructor slowly headed home, shoveling some cold rice into his mouth before tumbling into bed. I hope all this makes some kind of sense in the morning, he thought as his eyes slipped shut and he passed into sleep.
****
Yoshi tensed when the door opened, the Yakuza and his friends laughing and joking as they entered. “Are you ready for your reward, boy?”
“Yes, Master, whatever you desire,” the shadow wolf acceded. “Where do you wish me?”
“Right there on the bed is perfect.” The crime lord stroked sticky fingers over the elite's silky flesh. “You are going to get to try out those new piercings of yours. We want to see how well you can fuck, boy. We expect you to give us a good show.”
The door opened again and the giant strode in, dropping a boy of twelve or thirteen onto the mattress. “Have at him,” the Yakuza urged. “You earned it.”
“I will not,” the shadow wolf retorted. “He's a child for god's sake.”
“You will do as you’re told, boy,” the crime boss insisted.
“I will not,” Yoshi declared icily, turning his back as he quickly calculated his odds if it came to a fight. Damn ki block. Still, I can definitely take these four, it's the big guy I’ve got to worry about. He was unsurprised when the Yakuza grabbed his shoulder, whipping him around so they were face to face.
“Are you saying no to me, slut?” he growled.
“I’m saying hell no,” the elite snapped back. “No children. I’ll even go so far as to warn you. If any of you touch that boy I’ll have no qualms about killing you. Let him leave and you can go back to torturing me, I’ll not fight you.”
“You don’t order me, boy,” the Yakuza declared. “I’ll do whatever I choose.”
“Not this time.” Yoshi grasped a pudgy wrist in long fingers and twisted it, dropping the man to his knees. “Let him go.”
The crime lord sullenly gestured for one of the men to open the door. The moment he did, the boy leapt from the bed and bolted down the hall. As soon as the door shut Yoshi dropped his hold and returned to his submissive posture. “Your funeral, boy,” the Yakuza muttered as he stormed to the door and yelled down the hall.
“Jubo,” he began when the servant's looming bulk appeared at the door. “This boy refused his reward. I believe he needs a lesson in how to fuck.”
“As you wish, my lord.” Jubo strode toward the kneeling shinobi, sweeping him up and tossing him back on the bed. He settled himself on the edge and pulled a startled shadow wolf into his lap. Yoshi struggled when he found himself hoisted onto muscular thighs.
“Relax,” the giant rumbled as he stroked surprisingly gentle fingers across his chest. “This doesn’t have to hurt.”
A large hand grasped the shadow wolf's chin, turning his head so his lips could be captured in a deep kiss. The elite tried to pull back, only to have the fingers tighten cruelly. “I said relax. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”
I can’t, I don’t want to enjoy this. Yoshi began to struggle in earnest, drawing jeers and catcalls from the group of observers. Jubo, however, continued inexorably towards his goal, gently pinching and rolling a pale nipple before tugging on the ring piercing it, causing the elite to let out an involuntary mewl.
The giant smiled at the reaction and repeated his action on the other side, using the distraction to reposition them. The shadow wolf stiffened when he found himself stretched out on his back with Jubo hovering over him, but the large man merely smiled. He continued to toy with the nub even as his head dipped and he took the ninja's other nipple into his mouth.
The elite let out a throaty groan when the hot mouth slid lower and Jubo's tongue tickled the slit of his erection, arching and crying out when the giant swallowed him to the root. Yoshi thrashed his head from side to side, fighting his body's reaction.
The shadow wolf was startled out of his thoughts when his legs were folded up to his chest, bound in place by a strong arm. Jubo's mouth slid to tease and suckle his swollen balls, teeth tugging on the ring positioned there, sending ripples of sensation up Yoshi's spine.
“No, stop, please,” he cried when a hot tongue began to tickle his entrance. He trailed off into a startled shriek when Jubo pressed his lips firmly against the puckered muscle and growled, shooting burning tendrils of pleasure up the elite's spine. Gods help me, I’m so sick. Yoshi involuntarily pressed closer to the source of the pleasure, wailing when the tip of that wicked tongue finally slipped inside.
The elite finally abandoned all restraint in the face of the rising tide of pleasure, writhing and moaning wantonly as he tried to deepen the stimulation. “Hold your knees.” Jubo slid a hand under each buttock, easily lifting the lithe ninja and repositioning them so he was once again seated on the edge of the bed with Yoshi hovering over his erection.
Ever so slowly Jubo began to lower him, and they both gasped when the bulbous head of his penis finally breached the tight ring. An eternity later he was seated to the hilt, drawing a warbling moan from Yoshi as his prostate was firmly stroked. The shadow wolf collapsed back against the large body, head lolling on a strong shoulder as a tongue tickled the delicate shell of his ear. “That's it, feel me, enjoy what I’m doing to your body.” The giant slowly began to withdraw, smirking wickedly at the echoing shriek he garnered when he snapped his hips up.
“Let's get rid of this, shall we?” Jubo grasped the purpling length and gave it a firm stroke before thumbing off the constricting ring under the head.
“Aahh aaaahhhhhhhhh,” Yoshi moaned as blood rushed through the sensitive tissue.
“Feels good, doesn’t it,” Jubo husked. “Just like you feel good around me, so hot and tight.”
“No … please stop…” the shadow wolf whimpered as each thrust struck his prostate head on. He felt like his mind was melting, unable to accept the pleasure streaking through his body in light of the hatred he had for the entire situation. He managed to cope with his duties by refusing to allow himself any pleasure from the acts he engaged in. In fact, he never willingly engaged in any sex act, no longer even allowing himself the solitary pleasure of masturbation.
The elite began to writhe frantically, desperate to get away. Jubo merely chuckled and sped up his thrusts, adding a twisting stroke along Yoshi's shaft that sent a lightning bolt of ecstasy shooting through the piercings adorning his length.
“Kami, help me.” The shadow wolf's legs jerked spastically as he struggled to find a means to escape the tide of pleasure engulfing him.
“The only god who’ll be helping you is me.” Jubo forced his mouth over Yoshi's. He swept his tongue inside, easily d
ominating the panicked shinobi and reveling in the frantic fluttering of his tight ring as he fought to escape. “You’re going to come with me, beautiful,” he growled as he finally removed the cock ring at the base of the elite's shaft. The giant tugged the rings trembling in the swollen head and Yoshi let out a husky scream as he shot ropes of creamy seed across his chest. Jubo gave one more mighty thrust, burying himself balls deep in the quivering passage.
Yoshi only vaguely registered when his position changed, gentle hands lifting him off the giant's softening shaft and laying him on the bed. While his exterior was placid, inside it was quite a different matter. Dirty, filthy, disgusting, nasty, every epithet he could think of roared through his overwhelmed mind. Just admit it, you liked it, you sick fuck. This really is all you’re good for.
The shadow wolf stayed limp, locked in his own mental hell and oblivious to the fact that Jubo continued to rain kisses across his face. “So, so, sweet,” the giant rumbled. “It's been so long since I’ve had such a beautiful boy to play with. Look, I’m already hard again for you.” He lifted pale legs onto his shoulders and buried himself in one smooth stroke. The giant immediately set a punishing pace, his hot hand caressing the underside of the elite's shaft. The body beneath him shuddering as the barbells twisted the tender flesh.
At some point the giant dropped one of the shinobi's legs, wrapping it around his waist as he twisted Yoshi to lay on his side, massive hands kneading silky cheeks as he spread them wide so he could penetrate deeper. The shadow wolf remained eerily silent, staring blankly into space, even as his body reacted to the intense stimulation.
When he felt his balls tightening Jubo began twisting the rings through the tip of the elite's penis, nails dipping into the slit as creamy seed spurted over his hand. The giant pulled almost completely out of Yoshi's body, slamming back through the clenching passage, every muscle in his massive body drawn tight as he filled the submissive body with his hot cum.
