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A misty dark forest at night. Kiba Inuzuka is ambushed and violently dragged into a clearing by two tall, masked thugs. They pin him tightly between their bodies, pressing close against him. One thug rips off Kiba’s hood and buries his nose deep into the boy’s messy brown hair, sniffing loudly. The other presses his face into Kiba’s neck, inhaling his scent greedily.
Thug 1: “Mmm… so sweaty after all that fighting, huh boy?”
Their hands slide down. One grabs Kiba’s crotch firmly, fondling and squeezing before they yank his pants down and pull out the boy’s member. The boss steps forward, tapping a wooden cane. One thug grips the base of Kiba’s dick and pulls it outward, presenting the soft length and glans. Kiba glares at the boss, teeth clenched tight, refusing to speak.
Boss: “Don’t look at me like that boy, all you had to do was tell me where the scroll is.”
*WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!*
Three hard strikes from the cane lash across Kiba’s sensitive glans. Kiba jerks and thrashes violently, letting out sharp, pained moans, but the thugs hold him completely still while continuing to sniff his hair and neck.They finally release him. Kiba collapses to his knees, hands clutching his reddened, aching dick as he bends forward, crying and moaning. The three men laugh.
Boss: “Tough little guy… Still not talking? Fine.”
The thugs start beating Kiba while he’s on the ground, punching his body and kicking him while laughing. Kiba endures the beating but still refuses to reveal anything about the scroll.
Kiba is back on his knees, bruised and breathing heavily after the beating. The two thugs kneel beside him again. One sniffs deeply into his hair, the other into his neck and ear. They forcefully pull his hands away from his crotch, exposing his sore, cane-whipped member once more. Kiba struggles weakly to cover himself, but they keep his arms held open. The boss lights a cigarette and stares down at him.
Boss: “Still keeping quiet about the scroll, boy? Then we won’t stop until it hurts just to pee.”
He leans in, sniffing the top of Kiba’s head, then presses the burning cigarette directly onto his glans. He rubs it slowly across the sensitive skin and forces the lit end hard into Kiba’s peehole. Kiba screams and shakes in agony. The thugs laugh while sniffing him even more aggressively. The boss grinds the cigarette until it’s fully extinguished inside the peehole. Smoke rises from Kiba’s burned, twitching dick.
Thug 1: “Your little birdie is getting so red and swollen already…”
Thug 2: “Don’t pass out yet, boy. The night is still young.”
The boss stands up, tossing the cigarette away.
Boss: “Still nothing? Looks like you need more encouragement.”
The thugs drag Kiba up and beat him again, punches to the body and slaps across the face. Kiba still refuses to talk. After being beaten, Kiba is forced down on his knees, badly bruised and exhausted. The two thugs hold him firmly in place. The boss returns with a black electric baton crackling with electricity.
Boss: “Still not talking about the scroll? Alright, boy… this time I’ll make sure your dick suffers even more.”
He aims the baton straight at Kiba’s exposed glans. The second Kiba tries to cover himself, the boss presses the baton against his glans and turns it on.
*ZZZZZZZZAP!!!*
Kiba screams loudly, his whole body convulsing. He desperately grabs his own shaft with both hands, fingers digging in, but the boss keeps pressing the crackling baton harder against his glans, zapping him without mercy.
The thugs hold Kiba’s body steady, sniffing his hair, neck, and sweaty crown deeply.
Thug 1: “Look at you squirming, your dick is twitching like crazy.”
Thug 2: “Hold it in, boy. If you piss yourself it’s only gonna get worse for you.”
The relentless zapping continues. Kiba sobs and screams, helplessly squeezing his own abused dick. Suddenly, Kiba’s body betrays him. A stream of pee shoots out from his member, splattering onto the ground. He can’t stop it even while squeezing tightly.
The three men burst into loud, mocking laughter.
Thug 1: “Hahaha Look at that, he’s pissing all over himself!”
Thug 2: “Poor boy couldn’t even hold it!”
Boss : “What a mess. Since you still won’t talk, I guess we’ll just have to keep torturing this useless dick until you break.”
All three men continue sniffing Kiba intensely while laughing at Kiba. As piss continues dripping from his abused member.