A vibrator… which would do exactly what?

Sasuke had lived alone. He surrounded himself with friends off the same age like Naruto, Sakura and the rest of Rookie 9 and as far as he knew, they knew nothing of anything perverted. His parents would have been a little bit relieved that their younger son had chosen his companions well. Even in school, Iruka had thought them the most basic concepts of sex during their periods of sex education. He knew where people should never touch him and what to do when he was being violated.

And by violated, he meant non-consensual… touching.

He had readily accepted the bet and he was tied to the rules. Naturally, he would have to allow the people involved to make physical contacts. If they were only going to hug, kiss and maul over his body, he would not mind. At least it was not hurting him bodily.

Did it scar him psychologically? Dear Itachi had already done that to begin with.

He made a mental note to drop by the local bookstore and cart home all the books about petting and homosexual love though the storekeeper might look at him strangely and alert the shinobi council. Did he have to use Henge on himself again?

"Folks, are you interested to know what Sasuke-kun should do with this?" San blared into the microphone.

Sasuke would like to know too. He turned his back onto Aoi and feigned disinterest at the speaker. By right, he should know what a vibrator does, yet he did not; it must have raised suspicions among the organizers.

"The challenge is," San began with a malevolent glint in his narrow eyes, "to have this switched on for 24 hours straight, without pausing halfway through."

And the crowd went mad. Sasuke's head snapped to their direction. He was beginning to get a little worried; they were watching him hungrily with eyes like a predator, completely fixated on the lower region of his body. Sasuke shuffled uncomfortably on the floor, his hands twitching in the pockets subconsciously.

What was he going to do?

"Sasuke-kun?"

If the commoners did anything unpleasant to him, he swore he would castrate all of them clean.

"Sasuke-kun!"

He looked up immediately and blurted, "What?"

San was beckoning him to come nearer. The teen obeyed, instructing his lead-like limbs to move towards the stage where the older man was talking from. Aoi followed him with an expression of a hawk preying upon a stray duckling. Sasuke carefully ignored the man and proceeded to take his place beside San.

"Sasuke-kun, we will have Aoi tailing you for the rest of the 24 hours. It's not that we don't trust you," San added hastily at Sasuke's fierce eyes. "It's the procedure. He will ensure your safety since you'll be quite… vulnerable throughout the whole day and of course, at the same time he will make sure you keep this baby intact until the time limit is exhausted."

Sasuke nodded, watching Aoi shifting a casual wooden bar table onto the centre stage.

"So it's okay with you. We shall begin Round 1."

San walked behind Sasuke and pushed the younger male by the small of his back, forcing him to lean forward on the table before them. Sasuke allowed himself to be manhandled like that in front of a lot of people and swallowed his pride when San held his thighs and pushed them apart. Sasuke gripped the corners of the table to gain balance and tried to ignore the close intimacy he shared with the bulky form.

A rough hand fumbled around the front of his shorts, searching frantically for the zip. Sasuke averted his gaze from the crowd out of embarrassment – he could not believe that he was going to bare his all in front of so many strangers. San was sneaky; his thumb purposefully brushed against the small lump concealed beneath two layers of articles while he tugged at the zip.

Sasuke felt steam emitting from his forehead…

Finally, his shorts were undone and San slid them down to his knees, leaving Sasuke in his underwear.

"Sasuke-kun, I don't think you'll need to wear this," San said, a finger pulling the rubbery hem of the briefs from his waist before letting it snap on Sasuke's skin. "It'll be less troublesome if you go commando this month."

No way was he going to do that. That was unethical and would feel somewhat awkward.

With that, San removed the article and allowed it to pool around the teen's knees. Sasuke picked up fox calls from in front. Nasty men…

"Watch where you're touching!" Sasuke yelled when he felt callous palms caressing his naked buttocks.

"Manners, Sasuke-kun," San reminded. He then persuaded Sasuke to part his legs further by kicking lightly as the latter's shoes before pulling the cheeks apart with his own hands. A deep blush painted the younger boy's face.

No one was supposed to see that. It was highly humiliating.

"What are you doing?" he asked shakily. "I thought you were going to start Round 1 immediately."

Sasuke did not consent to parade himself in front of the audience. He definitely did not want San to look at him there.

"Patience, boy. This is necessary after all."

Aoi snorted. Sasuke heard him loud and clear and clicked his tongue. Keeping his mouth firmly shut, he gripped the table harder and said nothing more.

"Sasuke-kun, mind if you keep them apart for me?"

"WHAT?"

How could the man chuckle at such terrible situation?

"I said, would you mind holding them in place for a minute?"

If it was possible, his face was on fire by now. Slowly, Sasuke released his death grip on the wood and moved towards his buttocks, grabbing a cheek each in pale, cold hands.

"I can't see it properly. Pull them wider."

That man was despicable. Sasuke's act was even more despicable. His hands were positively shaking as he felt San's horny gaze on his hole.

"Damn… get it done already…"

And then, he felt a warm, stubby stick invading him. It was as if a plug was inserted and the feeling was far from soothing. Sasuke's muscles clamped down hard of the foreign object and he flinched at the warmth of the object. It wriggled a bit, urging the muscles to relax. Sasuke would never allow that. He wanted that thing out.

"What are you thinking, Sasuke-kun?" San spat almost silently by his ear.

Sasuke replied with dead honesty, "I don't like what you're doing. Stop it this instant."

"No you can't. You're bound by the rules of the bet."

And San thrust his stubby finger deeper by a section into Sasuke. The latter almost gagged on his tongue – he was about to utter strings of expletives at the old man. San was practically sawing his inner skin away as he pushed and pulled with force since Sasuke would not allow free entry. As the pain intensified, he had no choice but to relax and open the canal for the man's finger to explore.

"There, isn't it easier to comply in the first place?"

Then, San's free hand came to rest on the flat region right below his navel. Half lifting Sasuke up, San removed his finger and reached for the vibrator.

Tsk, so it's going in there…

Swiftly, San pushed the rod into Sasuke's hole. It slipped in easily and when it disappeared from view, Sasuke released his hold on his butt cheeks. There was a significant odd sensation there. He heard the sound of duct tape being unrolled and the next thing he knew, a black box was secured neatly on his outer thigh.

"Stand straight," San commanded.

Gingerly, Sasuke straightened up, adjusting his body to the new feeling in his bottom. It would make moving difficult but if he had to keep this up for 24 hours, he would pass with ease.

"And then, we turn on the switch."

Something rattled within, rubbing against the walls. Sasuke frowned. Was that the vibrator?

"To remove all handicaps, we shall set it to the highest level."

When the last syllable left his lips, vigorous movements racked his anus. His lower part churned and he faltered in his stand. Wrong movement; his legs shook and he dropped to his knees, his hand holding the edge of the table for more support. It was bad… it was more than bad… how should he walk back home?

"San-sama, isn't it too much for a kid to handle?"

Sasuke turned a little to face Aoi. San was stern in his visage when he argued that the vibrator's speed would be kept the way it was. He expected Aoi to laugh his heart out at how wretched Sasuke look on the stage but the man showed no such indications. If anything, Aoi was more sullen than ever.

"That's enough nonsense, Aoi. The boy will have to take it. It's on papers and he signed it. Now can we move on?"

Not waiting for a response, San switched the microphone on and ignoring Sasuke's condition, he spoke, "Okay, we know that a shinobi is made of stone. Their hearts are that off diamonds, beautifully solid, not chipped on abrasions. So shall we add one more difficulty to this round?"

Sasuke rested his forehead on the table. He heard that San was going to add something more to this round. There better be more gold pieces to the reward.

"A cock ring!"

Sasuke's eyes snapped open. What exactly was that? Instinctively, he shot a questioning look at Aoi. Much to his disappointment, Aoi merely shook his head weakly and pulled his lips thinner.

San knelt in front Sasuke to bring himself to the latter's eye level. He smiled kindly, "One more item to add on. We'll up the stake, so don't worry."

San stretched the rubbery band and held it closer to Sasuke's crotch. The teen could guess where that new thing was going to be placed and when San held his limp member between his thumb and his index finger, Sasuke tightened his grasp on the table.

He did not like being touched there either. He had never touched himself there on purpose even, save in bath, and the idea of Aoi looking over San's shoulder as the old man eased the loop around the girth was abnormally disturbing. When San let the ring clung onto his manhood, he flicked his thumb over the slit. The younger man gritted his teeth; his penis was getting number by the second.

"It can harm you if the ring is kept on for too long. Aoi will monitor you. You can lose it anytime you want, but if you keep it on for more than 2 hours, we'll not subtract 500 gold pieces from your reward."

Sasuke was busy taking in breaths through his mouth. He heard enough to know that the numbness was going to be there for a couple of hours more.

"Gentlemen, the stake is upped to… 10 500 gold pieces! That is how much Sasuke will earn if he wins this round!"

Notes after notes littered on the table Sasuke was adhering to. So much money… Majority of the players betted on Sasuke losing. He could not be bothered; all he had to do was keep that vibrator embedded in him for one damn day and that 10 500 pieces of gold would be his. That would fetch him enough money to cover several years' worth of expenses.

For you Itachi…

Sasuke pushed himself up, using the table as leverage. He took one step at a time, slowly adapting to the whirring vibrator. By the third step, he was ready to fall over but caught himself just in time. He would not forgive himself for falling flat on his face in front of Aoi.

Aoi actually was already waiting for him by the main entrance.

"What are you going to do after this?" he asked icily.

Sasuke wobbled past, not making eye contact with the other man. But he did reply his question, "Groceries and training. Then I'll be going back home."

Aoi snapped, "Groceries? Training? You expect to move an inch without that pathetic expression on your face? You're going to mingle with people in that condition?"

Sasuke lost his temper and stopped, keeping his legs further apart than he usually would. "Shut up. Why are you so worked up? I have my duties to complete as a shinobi. You're one too, aren't you?"

"I think a complete amateur like you will do best hiding in your room."

"That's what a coward will do," Sasuke retorted. He concentrated chakra on his feet and projected himself forward. The least he could do right now was to put as much distance as he could between Aoi and himself. He did not need more irritation.

Truthfully, he was not sure if he could get used to the weird feeling at all.

If he remembered correctly, the length of that rod was not as impressive, but it took a totally different dimension when it was, as Aoi said, deep inside him. When he moved his feet, the rod moved slightly as well, massaging the muscles. At first it was just utterly disturbing. It messed up with his coordination. Now it felt different. It felt as if it was rubbing against something it should be rubbing, something that would send Sasuke up to heaven of blissfulness, but it did not. It was a little bit frustrating, Sasuke thought. Since he was going to suffer for the whole day for not being able to move properly, at least he should feel gratified by something. The vibrator almost provided him that, but it painfully did not.

So he darted forward on his chakra enhanced feet, hoping that the energetic action would drive the rod to the spot which would make him feel complete.

He felt so stupid…

Sasuke leapt from one roof to another, each leap more forceful than the previous one. When he passed by a water tank, he stretched his left leg at a slightly different angle and a slight jolt of electricity ran up his lower abdomen. He landed clumsily on the tiles, pressing his thighs closer unconsciously. Another jolt shot up his body.

Aoi came to him a second later, watching the younger boy collecting his guardedness. He sighed as he parked himself beside Sasuke.

"I told you to quit because I know you know nothing about this business."

Aoi gave a once over at Sasuke. Convinced that the boy was still holding up fine, Aoi continued, "Ichi-sama wanted to check your sensitivity level to determine how much you're worth. The more sensitive you are, the higher your reward will be."

And Sasuke thought Ichi was having plain dirty thoughts about youths like him.

"But you came out of your Henge and he was forced to increase the money anyway. I'm astounded by your determination though. Seems like you need quick money in a short period of time."

"Mind your own business."

The man was delving too deep for Sasuke's liking.

"Can't do that, not when I know you're not going to last long. You can pretend all you want, but the truth is staring at all of us."

Sasuke turned to him. "What truth?" he enquired bluntly.

"That you're a virgin."

Dusty breeze swept the floor they were standing on. When it died and Sasuke could hear the drone in his mind, he turned his heels somewhat unsteadily. "I'm leaving."

"You can't put on that tough guy mask forever, Sasuke!"

Aoi marched forward agitatedly. Some people could be so stupid.

"I felt it. Your body is so innocent to touches! You can't control your reactions so you can't lie through it!"

"Yeah? Well I thought you've proven to those dirty old men how responsive I was to your molestations."

"Don't kid me!" Aoi barked, half laughingly. There was no mirth in it, just bare bitterness. "You were distressed, Sasuke! Not aroused!"

Not aroused…

Aoi's verdict came as comfort. Sasuke was surprised. The angry sentence actually pacified his roiling soul. He had not submitted to Aoi's doings. Even his inner mind dictated his body that he was not condoning them. So he was cleaner than he thought. Good, good…

Sasuke hunched, his fingers curled up unnaturally stiffly. Even from behind, Aoi discerned ragged breaths as he counted the erratic tempo of the rise and fall of Sasuke's back. It had only been 20 minutes – had the boy reached his limits already?

"Hey, are you okay?"

Sasuke stood his ground, closing his eyes for a short while.

"Yeah…" he breathed. "It's getting deeper…"

"You moved too much."

This time, even without moving, the vibrator had successfully rubbed against where Sasuke wanted. It felt like it was just the edge of the excitation; Sasuke just knew with his guts that the stimulation could send him soar higher. As much as he wanted to experiment with that sensation, he did not want to lose his sanity in public. Even if it was going to be pleasurable, that could wait until he was safely locked in his bathroom.

"How long…"

"Only half an hour had passed."

Sasuke regretted propelling himself on the roofs just now. If the vibrator had stayed put in its original position, he need not feel this restless.

"Damn… that's a long way to go…"

"Yes it is."

Sasuke reopened his eyes and looked at Aoi. "I'm just wondering. Can I block the tenketsu which induces euphoria and hyperventilation?"

He could guess Aoi's answer – he just wanted a confirmation. And true enough, Aoi said doing so was considered cheating and his presence was to prevent that from happening.

Sasuke was going to lose.

"It's about your willpower. Don't give in and don't think too much about it."

If that was the best advice Aoi could give, Sasuke would happily chuck it back into his sorry face.

"You try doing your best ignoring something shaking inside your ass…"

Sasuke was ready to carry on his walk to the grocery shop. First tiny step, second tiny step…

"Ghh –"

He tripped on his foot, his body making its way towards gravity when Aoi broke the fall by grabbing his elbow. Pulling Sasuke back to standing properly on his feet, Aoi studied Sasuke's face. He was sweating a lot and it was not out of Konoha's temperature. He still had not caught his breath which was weird for someone with an Uchiha's stamina. But most importantly, his hand kept inching fleetingly towards his groin area.

"Sasuke?"

"It's uncomfortable…"

Things like that could be dismissed easily but not when the speaker was saying it so softly as if he was going to fade away anytime soon.

"Where is?"

The teen breathed in deeply before nodding downwards. Aoi trailed his eyes down and saw the growing bulge inside his shorts.

"Is it painful?"

He was supposed to keep tract of the timing. San had told him so.

Sasuke shook his head once. Aoi allowed him to gain composure. They could not be standing here forever, basking under the sun. And did Sasuke not say about his chores?

"You have to do some shopping I believe?"

Sasuke understood; it was time to depart. So he eased himself out of Aoi's grasp, cleared his head of the thickening haze and jumped off the roof. There was a shop downstairs. The price was a little higher than the other one few blocks away but right now, Sasuke would not mind paying extra. He just had to get his groceries done with.

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Sasuke ambled down the racks of milk and cereals, paying absolutely no attention to the price tags. The vibrator was clearly doing its thing. His neurons posted fiery impulses to his manhood each second – he could feel it growing inside his briefs. When a group of housewives walked past him with a trolley, he had to turn to the shelves to hide his erection. Looking into his reflection at the many aluminium pieces lining the wall of the cold storage area, he realised how red his face was.

People would think he was actually drunk.

To hell with dinner then. He chucked a couple of apples and potatoes into his basket and reached for a pack of peaches. That was when a huge cart of watermelons rolled past him. The mount of fruits blocked the view of the department assistant who was steering the wheels and she inadvertently knocked into Sasuke. The teen, caught by surprise (he was busy willing the pulsations in his member to go away) bumped into heaps of lemons. Sasuke groaned loudly; the chilly fruits pressing into his erection.

And the peaches he was holding crushed pitifully in his hands.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry young mister! Are you okay?" the assistant asked, tottering closer to the blood-red Sasuke.

"I'm fine," he wheezed.

"Are you sure?"

Too pushy.

"Dead sure," he growled, picking his shopping basket and left immediately for the counter.

The peaches lay forgotten. And he was not going to have eggs for the rest of the week due to his… inability to purchase fragile foodstuff. Once out of the store, he exhaled gratefully and impelled himself upwards to the roofs. Up here, no common citizens could reach him, see him or even bump into him. He would be safer here, a lot safer.

"Sasuke," a voice greeted.

Sasuke took his words back - safer save from the reach of Aoi.

"Hn, still here?" the teen acknowledged.

"I told you, I'll be following you until the round ends."

Sasuke swirled about and prepared to jump to the next roof. Bending his knee a fraction, he said, "Fine. Do as you wish."

And he was gone.

Aoi did not hassle to follow. He knew he would spot the youth somewhere on the next roof… and there he was, spent, on his knees.

"Damn," Sasuke cursed, beads of sweat dripped onto the floor. He had foolishly forced the vibrator inner and it would not budge to its previous location no matter how much Sasuke contracted his muscles. In fact, the more he did that, the hotter his nether region became.

Now he felt stuck. No, he should say, both front and back felt stuck.

"You need release?"

Sasuke blinked, not getting what Aoi meant. He clutched at his lower abdomen since it was where all the uncalled stirrings originated. It felt as if something was squirming in there and they sent fire down to his member.

"I – don't understand you…"

"Tsk, I meant, do you want me to remove that cock ring so that you can ease yourself?"

"Ease?"

He did not need to empty his bladder…

"I don't need to go to the toilet."

Aoi sighed with impatience. The prodigy sure was a complete idiot when it came to this aspect.

"Not that kind of release, Sasuke."

To get his point across, he knelt down like Sasuke and placed his palm wide open at the base of his spine. He had to do something radical.

"It's this kind of release."

He palmed Sasuke's erection from the outside of the fabric, relishing in his innocence. To Aoi's shock, Sasuke had not gone rigid to the maximum. He started to fondle it lightly, earning a soft cry from Sasuke.

"Ahn – idiot, what are you doing? It's getting hotter!"

"It has been 1 hour and 15 minutes and you're only this hard? It's kind of impossible for an amateur like you. Most of them will lose it within the first half an hour."

"Probably because I have higher tolerance. Now get off!"

Aoi held Sasuke closer. When he felt the latter's hot breath on his neck, he deemed it extremely dangerous – he could have taken Sasuke there and then. So he ordered, "Turn over to the other side. Your head I mean."

Idiotic order…

"Look," Aoi resumed talking once Sasuke was looking into the sky instead into his Adam's apple. "It's impossible for you to walk or stand in this condition. Not without letting it all out. You keep this on and you'll be in serious trouble young man."

"But I have 45 minutes to go…" the teen challenged, struggling to keep his voice steady as Aoi's hand shifted on his groin.

"Yeah, and once that 45 minutes is over, you're going to stay impotent forever."

Sasuke should not have lasted this long, Aoi mused. The reason was either one of these two; he lacked sexual desire or San had intended for him to last this long. The aforementioned was ridiculous. An impotent 16-year-old teen? He should be raging with hormones… As for the latter – considering how so many people bet on Sasuke's defeat, the five men would put their money on the opposite outcome. For that to happen, San would have to make sure the vibrator was not hitting Sasuke in all the right spots so quickly.

The plan would have worked if Sasuke had stayed quietly at home like a statue but with his active schedule, it was all in vain.

"Sasuke, listen to me. I'm advising you to lose the ring. That's more important than some meager 500 gold."

To Aoi, the sum was frugal. To Sasuke, it was a lot.

"You're not going to go anywhere further than 100 meter from here. You're unable to. I'll show you your actual condition if you don't believe me."

He pulled the zip down with ease. Sasuke did not resist and Aoi assumed Sasuke wanted to see how he looked like down there. So he pulled the briefs down and fished out the hardened penis out from its confinement. Upon seeing it, Sasuke was awestruck.

"You want to hop around with this in your pants?"

The ring was holding it back. Even as they spoke, more heat accumulated in his member. Sasuke did not know what to do.

"Lose the ring Sasuke," Aoi whispered. "Then, I'll help you ease your sufferings."