M/M/M Jiraiya. Orochimaru. Reader all men. Warning for imprisonment, manipulation and torture eventually leading into Stockholm syndrome of our boy

"Look on the bright side," they said.

"You survived it." They encouraged him.

Hardly.

Jiraiya sits against the uncomfortable unevenly cut stone wall rubbing his head. It won't stop hurting. This is stupid. He feels a mixture of so many things. Anger. Disgust. Frustration. If he gave into these emotions too deeply, especially anger, it gets worse.

He casts a look to his arm and grimaces. He tugs on his sleeve to hide it. This... mark. Poison. Curse. Thing his nemesis placed on him. A battle gone awry against Orochimaru had ended in his complete failure. Overcome with emotion after learning of Hiruzen's death had made Jiraiya a hasty decision. He bided his time as he contemplated about if he should do it or not but after seeing that careless murderer had dead arms and was propositioning Tsunade with a manipulative deal he just lost it even more. Once he got her, Shizune, and Naruto back to Konoha he left to settle this as it should've been settled years ago. So much damage was caused because he failed to kill this monster when the time was most opportune.

At the time he knew... It wasn't too late to settle the score.

Despite being so determined to win, the Great Toad Sage ain't so great. He lost with the surprise of Orochimaru suddenly having the use of both arms back and fighting at full strength. Jiraiya slipped right into a trap and before he could gain distance something happened that still shakes him.

It happened so quickly yet it felt slow. He remembers every little detail. Throwing his arm up instinctively to protect his chest and face. Staring right into the amber adder eyes of a man he's known his whole life and for the first time he felt fear in Orochimaru's presence. Those fangs dug into his flesh. It was followed by immediate searing pain that he couldn't handle. He collapsed immediately. It was absolute agony.

As he writhed and tried to get a grip on himself, it got worse. Orochimaru smiled at him. He shook with a need to get away but his body wouldn't listen! He was at the mercy of the enemy and being very aware of that fact only makes it scarier. Especially when the enemy smiles at him like that. Like he's a foolish child. Or a helpless idiot in over his head. He flinched back as much as he could when that pale hand caressed his cheek. It felt like ice and seaweed grazing his skin. Then his breath was stolen when the other man kissed him. Not in the good way either. It was more like a punch to the gut.

"You'll be just fine, my dear. Just let it happen." Orochimaru cooed at him like he was a lover and ran a slender thumb over his lips. "It will all be okay."

It was too much. The pain. The shock. Jiraiya passed out and next he awoke he was in this dim dark awful prison. He's in a cell alone. Beside him there's cells filled with desperate angry prisoners stuffed together like sardines that are reaching between the bars and clawing at the air trying to get to him. Some are propositioning him for favours. Others want to kill him. Some are begging. Few are encouraging.

"All those who survive getting marked are only alone for so long! Just wait until I get my hands on you!" The raspy crazed voice of one of his neighbours threaten yet again.

"Charming, aren't they?"

Jiraiya looks up. This isn't a voice nor a face he hadn't seen before. You. You're young and... really cute. You're close. He didn't hear the door open but you are right in front of him only a foot away. Around him the prisoners are quiet and cowering. By your garb... You're with Orochimaru.

"Have you changed your mind?" You ask with a smile and a tilt of your head.

"No." He replied curtly.

A flare of pain shot up his arm and he gripped it. For an endless amount of hours that dirty traitor has been doing everything he could to break Jiraiya into obeying. Much like how you... how any of the talented shinobi allied with Orochimaru are.

Each resistance was met with mind numbing pain. Breaking out. Fighting. Yelling. Activating his chakra. Anything. That curse mark would stun him and knock him to his knees. Unable to do anything until the pain and freezing left he had no choice but to obey to a degree. If he does it's easier but he won't ever betray his people like his teammate had. No amount of pain will convince him otherwise.

"You have no idea what you're missing." You say. You squat down to his level. "Master's cock is quite amazing."

He stares at you dumbly as he processed what the fuck you just said.

Until now he figured Orochimaru wanted him for fighting and the spiteful joy of succeeding in breaking him. Something to show off and intimidate the enemy with. That creepy bastard hasn't exactly been forthcoming. Anything he says, Jiraiya ignores. He gets too angry to listen to his old friend... Which leads to more agonizing pain so bad he can no longer think.

But this?...

Is he insulted or flattered?

He's unsure.

"I'm not into men." It's the only thing he can think to say.

"Are you sure about that?"

He tenses when you put your hand on his knee. You stare into his eyes with a strange attraction and gentleness. It's the most compassion he's been shown in a while but it comes with a dose of bitter reality.

"Once... long ago you admitted to a boy that you liked them. What's so different now?" You ask.

The spike of immediate rage that followed only irritated his mark more. Ow. Fuck! He hissed and dug his nails into his skin. He hates feeling like this.

"That boy turned into a monster that does shit like this!" Jiraiya shouted at you.

There's a moment of silence as he breathes heavily from pain and anger. He flinches away when you reached towards him. He sweeps his leg and knocks your feet out from under you. You fall backwards into your ass.

"Get away from me!"

You stand. Without another word you leave. He watches as you phase through the bars as if they are made of air. For some reason that made him angrier.

You can just leave?!

He scrambled to his feet and rushed the bars. It doesn't matter how many times he breaks out he can't escape! You turn around and stare at him with that annoying little smile. He shakes the bars.

"Let me out!" Jiraiya shouted. He yanks the bars hard enough to hurt his joints. "LET ME GO!"

"I'll let you go. When you join us." You reply.

The metal groans as he gripped it harder. It gets difficult to hear above the hammering of his heart. Heat breaks out from the curse mark on his arm and crawls upwards to his face. It burns. It's fire engulfing his skin. It stings and he can't get away. He wants to get away!

Get away! Get out! Go away! He hates you! He hates all of this! Rage overwhelms him like it never has before.

Then it all goes black.

When his brain turns back on the sight of his cell is different. Jiraiya looks around, confused, exhausted, and slumped against the wall. It's quiet. The normally rowdy prisoners are silent. None of them are clawing at his cell. They're hiding away from the bars that connect to his.

There's splatters of blood on the ground. Following the splatters reveals that it leads to a puddle and trail that runs into the cell to his left. His arms tingle and sting. Looking down at them reveals dozens of wounds. Cuts and punctures that are weeping blood. They feel Boulder heavy but he can lift them to inspect. His hands have gory coat of red on them.

A figure appears in the top corner of his vision and he raises his head to look. You are in front of him again, smiling. You kneel down. It's only now does he notice a black mark on the right side of your collarbone. The pattern is different than his but it's clear that you have gone through a similar struggle. For the first time he sympathizes with you.

"You poor thing." You coo gently. He doesn't have the strength to move away when you caress his cheek. "You make quite the mess when you get mad."

Your touch doesn't feel bad. But what you said did. He's brow furrows as he processed what you just told him.

"I... did that?"

"Mhmm. I can teach you how to control that better."

"..."

Jiraiya stares at you. His gaze becoming more gentle by the second as you comfort him.

"I'll take care of you."

Maybe he shouldn't leave.

He's never been the type to attack without reason. Yet he lost his temper this one time and became something he hated. A flicker fear dances inside of him as he worries of what he could become if he isn't watched over. You hush him and place a gentle kiss on his cheek. A wash of warmth floods his cheeks. But he's too tired to dwell on everything he's thinking about. He shut his eyes and felt... cautiously safe with you as he passed out.

You do take care of him. Jiraiya stares at you blankly as you bind his wounds. He's not sure what to think. For the first time your actions match your gentle face. You're so... pretty. He's never been with a man before. But when he thought about it he'd picture someone like you.

The last few days have been a blur of regret. His cell neighbours got riled up again and they were plain about their outrage. He accidentally killed one of them. Now they're all against him. They yell at him. They threaten him. No one is on his side and he doesn't blame them.

At the moment you are the only person showing him an inch of kindness. He doesn't lash out... because he doesn't want to be alone. The small taste of human decency from you sustains him one day at a time. If the only person willing to be near him is the pretty boy protégé of Orochimaru then he'll take it.

Days...?

"How long have I been here?" Jiraiya asks quietly.

The passage of time in here is hard to gauge. But he knows it's been a while. And it sorta just dawned on him. He has been here a long time. Tell tale signs of that are beginning to show. He's lost weight. He's somewhat fortunate to have slow growing facial hair and he can feel the uncomfortable itch of whiskers poking through his skin. And... no one? Does anyone in Konoha care?

"I think it's been month." You answer in your usual sweet tone. You lean in closer until your nose is almost grazing his. Your hand strokes down his chest. It's almost comforting and then you say something truly bitter. "Isn't amazing how quickly people forget about you?"

Jiraiya chews on the inside of his cheek. It's too exhausting to get mad about that. It's more like he's disappointed yet not surprised. Maybe you're right. You probably are. No one cares about him. They don't even know he's gone, do they?

Maybe he deserves this.

He probably does.

What makes him so special?

No one should waste their time on someone like him.

Even so he does feel gutted. Maybe he wasted his time. Finding Tsunade and having her take the position of Hokage. Doesn't she care? Or is she living her life unbothered that he's gone? If he had just taken the position maybe he wouldn't be here. But... he'd still be lonely.

Is he so forgettable? So...

Unloved?..

"We never forgot about you." You whisper.

Your words... give him hope. Someone, even if they are bad, cares about him. You lean in closer. He finds himself touching your hips. You're so warm. His head tilts a little and lips part. You kiss him. It's a quick gentle press against his lips. When you pull away he follows to keep it lingering for as long as possible.

You care.

"You're good at that." You say.

He's blushing. He knows he is. His face is hot. For the first since he got here there's no pain in his arm. You go back in and he gladly accepts. You weasel your way closer until you're body is pressed against his. Your tongue plays with his. A moan escapes when your pelvis connected with his.

A moment later he's pushing his hips against yours. In alternate motions, one after the other, you move against him. Quiet breathy moans escape past your lips. He paws at your ass and tries to keep control. Through layers of clothing your erection rubs against his. It feels so good! It's the best time he's had in so long! The pain... His fears... The loneliness. The negatives disappear for a while as he gets off with you.

"Hn!" Jiraiya bites back a cry.

It's hard to remain quiet as it feels so good. But even through his haze he's well aware of the fact that you and him aren't alone. The leering eyes of the curious and perverted prisoners are always near.

"They're just jealous. I don't let just anyone have me." You purr into his ear before your breath hitches into a breathy mewl.

The next words you say burn into his mind.

"You're special."

His eyes roll back before fluttering shut. With you he finishes on a high note. And it's the highest high note he's been on in a long time. Then you leave. Your fingers drag along his jaw to his chin as you stand and go. He asks you not to... but you promise you'll be back later.

And for the first time he began to feel something other than the cold reality of this purgatory.

Someone cares. They know he exists. He's not forgotten.

He doesn't want to be alone anymore!

You are just so perfect. Hands so gentle. Voice so soothing. You bring him his meals along with a little dessert. You help him groom and tidy up. You never push his boundaries. But with your silver tongue, loving attention, gorgeous body, and years of experience he is easily seduced.

First you used your hands. Then Jiraiya finds himself comfortable touching you. Soon after that he's gripping your head and gasping your name as your tight throat milks his cock for all it's worth. It's amazing! It quickly has him hooked and eager for more. After that he's learning the ropes of trying to fuck you. The prisoners around you and him can watch all they want. You feel so good he doesn't care.

Tight and sweet. Better than any woman he's ever had. Better than anything he's ever written. Better than anything he could ever imagine! Where have you been his whole life? You make the right noises. You tell him all things he's wanted to hear from a lover his whole life. He's special to you and you're special to him.

His prison mates... they're warning him. But they're just jealous. They hated him for killing their friend. No doubt they hate him for bagging the babe.

You picked him.

"Don't you feel better?" You ask lovingly.

"Y-Yes!" Jiraiya stammers between staccato breaths .

"Do you want more?"

He nods eagerly. You smile. You run your fingers through his hair. It's so comforting when you do that. He whines when you stop moving. He's on his knees while you ride him to near death. His clothing his half on him. He was too excited to wait for undressing.

"You're ready for master... Aren't you?"

He stares at you for a moment as he put together what you mean. A shudder is forced through him as the mark on his arm reacts. It's painful but not like how it was before. It's like a low candlelight flame being held close to his skin rather than a roaring fire. Or water that's slightly hotter than expected rather than boiling. He's accepted it. It's followed by a feather like sensation along his arm then through his body.

A pale hand touches his throat and the familiar presence of only one distinct man has. The front of Orochimaru's body presses against his back and that wet long tongue licks over his shoulder up to his ear.

"Relax, my dear." The other man encouraged him.

"Ah!..."

For the first time ever during sex, Jiraiya is the centre of attention. For the first time he's feeling quite bashful. You kiss him while pushing off his kosode. Orochimaru takes over and with each inch of newly exposed skin on his back a kiss was placed. The other man pushes away his hair to kiss up his spine. Goosebumps break out along his skin from the sensation. Why does it feel so good to be touched like this?

"So flushed." You say. You touch his cheek and peck his lips again. "You must be enjoying this."

He sucks in a breath and holds it. Slick slender fingers pushed into him. It's a very new sensation. But it's not unpleasant. They play around, pushing in and out of his hole slowly. It's starting to feel good. He cries out as they curl and spread apart. The other set of fingers tighten around his throat.

"You're doing so well." You encourage.

More pleasure overloads him as you rock your hips. Good god this is unbelievable! You pull him forward and run your hands down his back. You grin as you dance your fingers along his hot skin. Your lips press against his ear.

"Now for the best part. Don't clench up, baby."

Jiraiya freezes up in anticipation. The thin lips of Orochimaru's mouth kiss his shoulder and back of his neck. The tip of a familiar appendage presses against his entrance instead of fingers. They slide away and push apart his cheeks with your help. With the path unobstructed and backside ready, Orochimaru takes another part of him.

"You're so tight." The sweet purr of the other man's honeyed voice grace his senses.

It's getting hard to think.

Can anyone blame him?

On one side his cock is getting squeezed and enjoying your hot wet insides. On the other his insides are being rearranged and it feels so good. He doesn't even have to move as the residual force from Orochimaru's thrusts rock his hips and thrust into you. Your wanton cries echo around the walls of the cell. The hot breaths of his other lover is washing over his neck.

"Gah!" Jiraiya cries out in pain.

Sharp teeth dig into his skin. Orochimaru just bit him. Then that wet tongue lapped up the blood. Then another bite slightly higher than the first. Each wash of pain was a break from this mind numbing pleasure. Somehow it made it all feel better. It's not long until he's got bites from one shoulder to the other. And he's begging for more.

His wish gets granted and the pace gets picked up. His own lustful crying and begging fill the underground prison as it's all he cares about. You lap at his wounds and move to match the speedy thrusts. Orochimaru breaks the skin on his hips and bruises his tailbone with blinding hard thrusts.

Caught in the middle of it all, Jiraiya has no choice but to do nothing and take it. And he doesn't last much longer. Tears are falling from his eyes and he doesn't know why. He can't shut his mouth lest he die from lack of oxygen. He can't control himself! He quivers and whines as he finished inside of you. Incredibly aroused by that you follow suit. You cum all over your belly and his. At this point the smell of sex is so potent it's almost suffocating. He falls forward and pins you to the ground as he whimpers and begs for Orochimaru to finish. It's starting to get to be too much.

"I told you it was great." You whisper.

Jiraiya stares at you as you smile at him, looking absolutely pleased. You were right. This is great. A grunt sounds from behind him as the pace loses its rhythm. He bites his lip as he feels the other man cums inside of him. Right now he's not sure how to feel about it. It's a lewd feeling. Especially when it leaks out and runs down his thighs. It's mixing with his sweat that's also running off of his body. Fucking like that was strenuous. It's... kinda sexy.

And it doesn't stop there.

He's more than just a means to get off. Both men showed him with affection. He finds himself relishing in it. He's blushing and smiling as you kiss and worry about his wounds. Orochimaru pecks over each bite and tells him how pretty he is all marked up for him.

"I've always liked you too." Orochimaru admits to him. His thighs get some soft loving attention with light strokes and it moves back to massage his ass. "Doesn't it feel better to finally have someone love you back?"

Jiraiya has never been so adored. He nods. He really likes it. No one, whether it be an ex or a hook up, has ever stroked and loved every aspect of him. He never wants to stop feeling this good...

It never stops.

And Jiraiya can't remember why he was ever mad at Orochimaru.

He stares blankly into the eyes of someone he doesn't know. His hand gripping the bars of his neighbouring cell tightly as his lover fucks him behind again. He has no shame anymore. They stare back at him blushing and worried. Or maybe they're just confused why he was chosen over them. Plus it's kinda hot to have all these poor souls looking at him in envy. Even more so when he finishes with his partner and they all know they won't ever get it as good.

He was chosen for this. He's finally got the love he's always wanted.

"Do you want more?" Orochimaru asks.

That question is starting to sound dangerous. Like it's going to have consequences if he says yes again. But he can't help himself. When he's with you or Orochimaru he's not lonely. He feels safe in the arms of his lovers. No one else loves him like this. Everyone else forgot about him.

"Those who agree never return." The man in front of him warns.

"I don't care about what you have to say."

They're only saying that because they're jealous. He was picked over them. He has worth when he's with Orochimaru.

Jiraiya does want more. It won't ever be enough. He nuzzled his face against Orochimaru's and eagerly agreed. He smiles as he gets showered with the love and attention he craves.

"You're such a good boy."

Hearing things like that fills him with joy. He likes being good. The reward for it is so amazing. How could he refuse such a wonderful opportunity? He doesn't want to spend another moment away from the people he loves and love him back.

He gets freed from his cell. He willingly leaves and follows Orochimaru. He holds his clothing closed around him. He's cold without being held but he doesn't want to put in the effort of properly putting them on when he knows they won't stay on.

His arm never hurts anymore. Actually it feels really good. The mark feels like it's not even there. It's just another reward for being a good boy. But he knows... if he ever misbehaves it will hurt again.

He gets taken to a room. One with four solid walls and a bed. He sighs happily as he collapses into it. Comfortable. He missed the cozy feeling of a real bed with a blanket. This already a thousand times better than his dirty cell with nothing in it. The bed dips and your soft hand caresses his cheek.

"Welcome, my love." You greet.

Jiraiya grins at you. He does feel welcomed. This... is home. The only people he cares about and that care about him are around him. All he could ever want is here.

A moment later you are kissing him. Soon he's on his back with his butt scooted to the edge of the bed. Two pairs of hands undress him and touch him. Lips kiss his collar and thighs. Loving praises to how he looks for them has him incredibly aroused. Warm oil is being poured all over his cock to make it nice and slick. It trails down to his ass and while you play with his stiffening dick, Orochimaru fingers him. Although it doesn't take that much to get him prepared anymore. It's absolute bliss. It's heaven.

You undress. You straddle his waist and he's eager to help you like how you helped him. You look so divine aroused. With the oil he jerks you off to fully erect while preparing your equally as eager behind. Your beautiful lips form into a little 'o' as you slide onto his erection with complete ease. It hasn't been that long but he has been aching to feel you again. It's amazing!

"Ooo... Jiraiya.." You softly moan.

You leave him breathless with a passionate kiss. You rest against him with your head over his shoulder. He's clutching onto your hips tightly. He shifts his hips forward and you bite back a moan. You grip the back of his head and keep him facing directly up. He has no choice but to watch and anticipate his other lover's every move. He badly wants to be fucked. He's addicted to it. He's not above whining and begging to feel it again. All that's bad seems to melt away when he's stuck in the middle of two amazing men. He spreads his legs wider, hoping to entice Orochimaru into just pounding him.

But Orochimaru isn't going to give it up so easily anymore. After all, Jiraiya has been enjoying this all mostly for free. And that can't stand anymore. He watches with a smirk as his white haired beloved jerks, pleads, and writhes with a need. You are waiting patiently, but your shallow quick breaths are betraying how eager you are. Best to get this on quickly. His servants need release.

"Who am I?" He asks.

Jiraiya stares at him with confusion and wonder. It contorts into a desperate need as the tip of his cock teases the eager hole of the man underneath him. Shallowly pushing in and out only serves to turn Jiraiya on further and moan for more.

"Nuh uh ah, my dear." Orochimaru gently scolded and placed his hand around the throat of his eager partner. "Who am I? Tell me and I'll give you everything you want."

Finally a smile of understanding. Jiraiya grins perversely as it all makes sense now. Wanting more means one thing. Accepting his place. It means he knows exactly where he stands in the ranks. He's not a fighter. He's not intended for that. He's meant to bring pleasure. He's meant to be pleasured.

Jiraiya meant to be loved.

A gentle squeeze to his neck urges him to speak. He parts his lips and gives in. He wants to be put in his place now... and onto forever!

"Master~!"

With that word, Jiraiya gets everything he could ever want.

And he never looks back.