The Missiion (Asuma / ???)

“You can go now.” Tsunade said without even looking up from her papers at the bearded ninja standing in the middle of her office.

“Yes Ma’am.” Asuma Sarutobi said and saluted her before leaving her office. Asuma had just been given a mission to go check on an abandoned building. The client had remained anonymous but had asked that someone be sent to take care of the thugs that had taken up residence there. It wasn’t exactly a class S or A mission, but the pay would be good so he didn’t have any complaints.

He left immediately. The building was to the south, so he headed in that direction. Walking most of the way, but as it became dark, he climbed into the trees for cover.

The building soon loomed into view; it was now the dead of night. There was a slight chill in the air. The building was bathed in the pale light of the moon and he could see light through several windows.

He made his way to the perimeter of the building. There were no guards. He snuck in easily. The first two floors were empty. He climbed the stairs to the third floor. Light spilling out into the hallway from an open door. He silently made his way to it. It opened suddenly and someone came out. He drove his knife into the persons’ chest and entered the room; prepared to take the rest of the occupants out with a few quick kunai, but as he stepped past the threshold, the man he had just killed exploded in a puff of smoke and became a log. He looked further down to see that his foot was on some sort of painted seal. He could no longer move. There was a sudden pain in the back of his head and he fell to the floor unconscious.

Asuma’s mind slowly came back to consciousness. What had happened? He opened his eyes, but was blinded by a bright light. He looked down and away. He saw himself completely naked. His ankles were bound to a bar that spread his legs apart. He looked up and his wrists were bound and were being hung from the ceiling.

He had been captured, but by whom? They were obviously ninjas to have used a substitute and to seal his movement. This mission wasn’t going as easy as Asuma had expected. But what would happen to him now? Asuma quickly realized he was to be interrogated. Damn, he should have been more careful.

“Ahh, you’re awake.” A voice said. It looks like its time to get started.

Asuma squinted into the bright light, he could barely see a dark figure move toward him. He struggled against his ropes. He tried breaking them with chakra, but nothing happened.

“Using your chakra won’t work. I’ve sealed it. You won’t be getting away.”

His mysterious captor moved in front of the light as he got closer. He tried to look into his face but he wore a black mask. The only thing he could tell about the man was that his body was huge.

“Mmm, what a wonderful body you have.” The masked man cooed as he rubbed his hand down Asuma’s huge muscled chest. His hand reached Asuma’s privates. And cupped them tightly. “And so well hung too. This is turning out better than I had hoped.”

“Get your fucking hands off me.” Asuma roared, struggling against his bondage. He then realized: “So you planned this? What the fuck do you want?”

“Hmm, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” The man said, now moving away, beyond the blinding light.

“I wanted you: Asuma Sarutobi.” Asuma’s heart skipped a beat. “I saw you and just knew I had to have you. Such perfection.”

Fear began to run up and down the ninja’s spine. What was this lunatic talking about? He saw him move back into the light, this time with something in his hand. The man grabbed Asuma’s muscular forearm and gave it a squeeze, giving rise to a vein. He was stabbed with the syringe the man held and Asuma watched as the clear fluid within was pumped into his system.

“I can see the fear in your eyes, but don’t worry,” He cooed, giving Asuma’s face a gentle, almost loving touch. “I’m not going to hurt you. In fact, I think you are going to enjoy this as much as I will.”

Confused by the man’s actions, Asuma soon began to feel an amazing sensation move through his body. His heart began to beat faster, his breathing became heavier, and the biggest surprise, his limp cock, grew quickly into a rock hard, throbbing erection. Globs of pre-cum began forming at the tip and running down the enormous shaft. He couldn’t believe how horny he was.

“Mmm yes, the aphrodisiac works wonders, doesn’t it?” He asked, trailing his finger up his shaft, and then slowly rubbing the head with his palm.

Asuma let out a low moan of agonized pleasure. “Ohhhh gods. Don’t do that, it feels so...”

“Good?” He finished for the bound man. “This is just the beginning.”

He lifted his mask enough to expose his mouth. He forced Asuma into a deep, tongued kiss before moving down to his neck, kissing and licking it slowly. His hands moved to Asuma’s hairy muscled chest, squeezing his broad pectorals in his hands. His mouth trailed down and he began biting and teasing his nipples.

Asuma was now too aroused to want to resist anymore. The pleasure was too tempting to resist anymore. Every touch drove him wild. His muscles jumped and he began to thrust into the air.

“Hmm, looks like my plaything is more willing now. Breaking you was too easy.” He laughed

“P-please.” He gasped. Sweat was covering his muscled body and his cock was leaking pre-cum more than ever.

“Please what?” He asked moving his ear closer to Asuma’s mouth. He grabbed Asuma’s shaft and gave it a stroke. “Please this?” He asked. Asuma nodded furiously.

“Alright then.” He said, getting to his knees. He was face to face with Asuma’s throbbing manhood. With his hand still firmly gripping the shaft, he wrapped his lips around the swollen head of the ninja’s cock.

Asuma cried out with moans that filled the room. Within seconds, he came, filling the strangers mouth with stream after stream of his hot bitter cum.

The masked man was surprised by his captives sudden and massive ejaculation. His mouth was filled and his masked face was covered with large amounts of sticky seed. He lapped it up as it came and after a few minuets the flow subsided.

“Mmm, you taste delicious.” He said licking the head and making more cum leak out onto his tongue. “Now it’s my turn.”

Asuma was too dazed from his orgasm to register what his captor was saying. He Watched as the man stood up and unzipped his pants. His eyes widened in shock at how massive it was. It had to be twelve inches at least.

“Impressed?” He teased, waving it back and forth before he turned Asuma around on his rope. He also felt his body lift up slightly so that his feet were barely touching the floor. He felt something cold and slippery go between his ass cheeks and be rubbed on his tight hole. He knew what was coming and he knew he couldn’t stop it.

He closed his eyes and waited for the unavoidable. A hand grabbed hold of his shoulder and he felt the cock head slip between his ass cheeks.

“You better relax or this is gonna hurt like hell.”

Asuma didn’t know how, and seconds later, he felt it forcing its way into his virgin hole. He tried to keep it out, but it pushed through and went in several inches.

“AHHH TAKE IT OUT, TAKE IT OUT.” He cried. His entire body felt the pain. He screamed and screamed, begging for it to be taken out, until a hand muffled his cries.

“Shh, shh, shh.” A voice whispered in his ear. “The pain wont last long.” He thrust in a few more inches and waited. Tears streamed down Asuma’s face. The pain was unbearable, but slowly it began to fade.

The masked man slowly began thrusting. Asuma groaned but he didn’t stop. He reached around to Asuma’s still hard cock and began to stroke it. He soon moved from slow thrusts to hard fucking. Asuma was a wreck of pleasure and pain. Under his captors hands, he came twice more before his cock was released.

The masked man was nearing his own orgasm. He took hold of Asuma’s hips, slammed his cock deep in his ass and emptied his balls with a deep guttural groan. After that he pulled out and spun Asuma around to face him.

“That was great.” He said, giving Asuma another cum-soaked kiss. “I’m gonna love fucking your ass again, but for now...” Asuma felt a stab in his neck and his vision began to blur, seconds later he was out cold.

He woke up again on the cold floor. His ass was sore, but he was no longer tied up. He slowly got to his feet. He found his clothes folded neatly on a table, and there was a note attached:

‘I made little video of tonight. Unless you want it to get out, you’re going to start doing what I say. Your pay for this ‘mission’ is in your vest pocket. You will be contacted again.’

Asuma’s heart sank into his stomach. He felt sick. He felt trapped by this whole thing. But there was a small part of him that enjoyed it, and that made him feel worse. Filled with the dread of their next encounter, he slowly got dressed and headed back to the village where he took a long hot shower.