Dial Defeat for Daemon (Pixiv Fanbox)

A Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Story

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“Oh wow! Are these for me?!” Himawari gasped with surprise when she was presented with flowers by the weird looking brat that had stopped her on the sidewalk about a day or so ago.

“Yes, they are. Take them!” Daemon said, holding the flowers in his hands out towards her, rather aggressively. It was a very strange sight and one not many were keen to interrupt.

Seeing the Hokage’s daughter getting hit on by another brat was none of their business, though, it did beg the question of what kind of marbles you had to have rolling around in there to bother. It wasn’t as if she was approachable in the best of times. Most people just waved it off as a weird thing between some kids.

However, Boruto Uzumaki, the older brother and the Hokage’s son, didn’t feel that way. He had seen this scene play out before. This rough brat with the ugly haircut and awful colors to match it had attacked his sister outside of a store just because he sensed some kind of great power in her. He didn’t really have too much in the vein of romantic interest for her, at least not at the moment.

Boruto happened upon that scene and guessed that Daemon was looking to get with her and said that as the older brother he’d forbid their union.

Nothing else happened that day but Daemon’s curiosity didn’t dissipate. That’s why he figured he’d try again. He heard that Himawari got really bent out of shape when a vase of flowers was smashed at one point. Maybe that meant she liked flowers?

He figured if that were true, he could grab a bunch of flowers, approach her, give them to her, and sucker her in so that they could actually spar and he’d be able to test her mettle. He had to imagine that if they fought it’d be something legendary.

So here he was again, attempting to reel her in by presenting these flowers towards her. The shocked look on Boruto’s little sister’s face when these flowers were put forth was astonishing. Daemon might have actually found it cute were it not for his one-track mind regarding his intentions.

His actual intentions don't matter to Boruto though. That’s why, once again, his plan was interrupted.

“Aha~!” A shout came from above. Over the awning of a building jumped Boruto and with a swift dive he landed right between the two.

His hand was already outstretched and as such he put his finger directly into Daemon’s chest, pressing it deep into him with a snarl on his face.

“I thought I told you that big brother wasn’t going to allow this!” Boruto said, looking rather serious.

Daemon snorted, clenching his teeth and showcasing obvious annoyance at having been interrupted. What was his problem now?

“Allow what?” Daemon asked.

“This,” Boruto, gestured around him, eyeing his slightly confused little sister too before facing Daemon again. “Whatever this is.”

“If you don’t even know what you’re trying to stop then why don’t you back off?” Daemon snapped. “God! You’re so lame and dumb. I bet you still crap your pants too. Go away.”

Boruto growled and clenched his fists. “Say that again. I dare you.”

“Now you’re hard of hearing?” Daemon raised a brow. Boruto’s face got steaming red with anger. He really hated this kid’s mouth.

“Uhm,” Himawari tried to interject. “I don’t think he means any harm, Boruto.” She stated about as calmly as she could.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Boruto said, crossing his arms with his eyes closed and mouth turned up.

“Ugh,” Daemon made a sound with his mouth that oozed disgust. This was a colossal waste of his time. “Whatever. We’re out of here.”

Daemon attempted to walk around Boruto but Boruto turned and grabbed his arm.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could leave y–!” Boruto began but was unable to finish as Daemon put Boruto’s arm into a painful vice grip. “YEAAAAAAAAGH!”

Daemon, a fire in his eyes, yanked Boruto’s down slightly and then delivered an upward palm strike to his chin that made his head reel back. Spit flew into the air as his body contorted a weird way.

“Don’t TOUCH me,” Daemon snapped.

Boruto fell to his knees, eyes looking upward and pupils dialating as they tried to remain focused. He couldn’t however and ended up getting a palm slapped across his face that shot snot along with his drool from his maw.

When Boruto hit the ground, a sprinkle of tears exited his eyes too but they remained open and confused as pain soared throughout his system.

Boruto was on the ground, jittering with pain.

“Hang on a second,” Daemon said to Himawari. The now quiet girl had decided she wanted to stay out of this for right now and gave a slight nod before backing up.

This is when Daemon leapt into the air and spread his legs. “YEE-HAW!”

The mounting of his new pain ridden horsey was extravagant. He slammed his body on top of Boruto’s and made his body fold up from both ends. Daemon’s weight was unbelievable.

Boruto’s eyes widened as his upper and lower half jerked up. His face was scrunched up rather pathetically. His cheeks puffed out before he spewed more drool and his eyes began to roll to either side.

When his arms and legs collapsed onto the pavement, Daemon raised his fist and began ramming it repeatedly into Boruto’s side!

“HAAGH! AAAGH! WAAAGH! DWAAAGH!” Boruto screamed and his body jolted like it was being struck by a bolt of lighting with each hit.

“Don’t. You. Ever. TOUCH. ME!” Daemon snapped and yanked Boruto up by his hair. “Got it?”

Boruto responded by drooling profusely and making gurgling noises.

Daemon didn’t like that. Despite this being the result of his own punishment, he just couldn’t help seeing it as another act of defiance.

He let Boruto’s head go and watched it smack against the ground. He then shuffled around while still on Boruto’s back and patted both hands onto his butt.

“Him. Bubbly. Firm,” He said, as if he were playing doctor and examining. “Perfect for a spanking.”

With that, he gripped the rim of Boruto’s pants and yanked upward. He tore the back half of Boruto’s pants away, revealing his fluorescent pink briefs with Hello Kitty images sprinkled all over them.

Boruto’s down and drooling face heated up with an intense blush. Despite looking destroyed with his cheek on the sidewalk and tongue lolled out the side of his mouth, he was aware enough that he could feel the wind against his backside. His pants were destroyed, meaning the open public could see his embarrassing underwear.

He almost lurched back to life when he felt Daemon grip the waistband of his briefs next though. Boruto tried to summon the strength to fight back. Maybe he could buck Daemon off of his back if he tried hard enough.

No go. All it ended up looking like was a humorous scene of Boruto humping the ground. He wasn’t even properly flopping like a fish.

Himawari had to giggle. Despite how intense this humiliating turn of events was, it looked rather funny.

It got even funnier when Daemon gave a shout of “YIPPEE KI-YAY!” and thrust his briefs upward into a wedgie so fierce it ended up lifting Boruto’s entire butt up with his underwear.

This was especially painful for Boruto due to the fact that Daemon was sitting on his back. As such, the impossible weight of the young brat kept his stomach pinned to the ground while his back arched and his butt was raised high.

Boruto’s scream was legendary.

All of a sudden his head was jerked up via a muscle reflex, and his jaw hung open as he belted out an intense cry of pain that eventually went on for so long it faded into the ether. The silent scream it was resulting in next was accompanied by his eyes crossing so intensely into one another that he looked like a dying clown.

When his eyes began rolling upward, his head tilted to the side and he ended up flopping back down onto the ground again. All that he managed to move were his fingers but even then it was only because of a terrible reflex they were having. It was just involuntary twitching.

By now, Daemon had the best seat in the house and a good view of Boruto’s bare butt. It’s shine was pretty great and even sparkled off the light of the sun.

“At least he keeps his butt clean,” Daemon shrugged. He had to give him that.

Still, he needed to be punished for being a lame, stupid, disappointing pretender of a ninja.

Daemon raised his hand and began spanking Boruto’s butt repeatedly. His cheeks jiggled back and forth with each smack and it caused his downed body to jolt like a separate strike of electricity every time.

“Maybe this will teach you to think things over the next time you get it into your head that you’re some kind of big shot,” Daemon snapped. “As if anyone would see you as a big anything, let alone a big brother! Doofus! Baby! Freakin’ idiot!”

He hurled insult after insult at him as Boruto’s entire body flopped about underneath him from each thunderous smack. Due to Daemon’s intense strength, Boruto’s butt didn’t take long before it turned a bright red.

When he saw the literal sizzle coming off his behind, that’s when Daemon stopped.

He grinned and allowed his grip to finally soften, letting go of the waistband of his briefs and allowing Boruto’s butt to sink back down.

Boruto was on the ground, mouth caked in drool, and eyes rolled up but attempting to refocus.

He was having a hell of a hard time managing it though. Boruto blinked several times and eventually, thankfully, managed to get a semblance of something approaching normal vision back in his skull again.

“Got… got to… got to… get–HRRMK!” Boruto was trying to properly speak but he found the attempt futile. He was instead yanked up and off of the pavement, now pressed against Daemon’s chest as the young boy’s arm wrapped around his neck.

He was no longer being sat on but the pain he was feeling now was just as excruciating and far more humiliating. In this position, Boruto could see the faces of the onlookers who had stopped to observe his thrashing at the hands of this much younger kid. The fact that his undies were on display for them all to see made it worse.

In that interval of time, Daemon must have shuffled his briefs back onto his butt like he was some kind of baby getting changed by his charge at a daycare center. The mere thought of it made Boruto blush so the realization that this is what actually just happened made it even worse.

He couldn’t even fully dwell on that now though because he was currently in the process of being choked out.

Daemon’s rough and gruff breathing was scary. He had Boruto clutched close to his chest with all his might and Boruto’s squirming and jerking about was definitely pretty buck wild. He was attempting to break free with all his might but all it was doing was getting Daemon to shuffle about in the same spot. Daemon didn’t ever move from where he was despite Boruto’s movements forcing him to jerk back and forth a bit.

“Think you can push me off of you? Hmm?” Daemon asked, letting out his breathy, angry tone into Boruto’s ear. “Think you can win against me? Do you?”

Boruto’s response was a gurgle. More drool was pouring out his mouth. There was so much of it. He couldn’t even properly speak. He just kept squirming and attempting to pull away Daemon’s singular arm with both of his.

Eventually, this stopped as well. The attempts to pull Daemon’s arm away was futile from the start and the boy delighted in watching Boruto squirm.

He realized Boruto was out of time, however, when his arms slowly stopped clawing at him and eventually slumped off to dangle at his sides.

Boruto’s face was a mixture of red and blue which was making for a cute little violet color. Tears streamed down his face and his eyes were beginning to flutter as they started crossing again. Then, when they crossed as hard as they could, they began rolling upward as the fluttering continued.

Boruto’s squirms were replaced with a jerking motion. His lower region was humping up and down due to muscle spasms that were taking place as a result of his body shutting down.

Boruto tried to give it another go but Daemon just flexed his arm a bit tighter which had the effect of making Boruto’s arms flail around like the arms of a muppet. They dangled beside him once again.

PSSSSSssssss~!

Daemon’s grin widened.

Murmurs were heard amongst the crowd. Himawari had to cover her mouth. She was shocked. Utterly shocked and feeling extreme second hand embarrassment.

Boruto was filling up his briefs with pee. He was wetting himself.

“Ah. You’re soiling yourself,” Daemon nodded. “Good, good. Best to hurry and fill those briefs up for me. Go on. You can do it.”

Boruto’s eyes kept fluttering and eventually, he was just a ragdoll in Daemon’s arms. A cascade of pee traveled down his legs as he was a mess of wetness spreading along his underwear.

This didn’t disgust Daemon enough to get him to move away. However, the small little toots that Boruto began doing did. That was when he realized he needed to get the next step going.

With a mighty uncurling of his arm, Boruto was free. He immediately began falling forward, practically already asleep, but was quickly grabbed by his hair and flung upwards.

Daemon let out a harsh shout of triumph as he slammed Boruto’s face and body against the window of a pharmacy.

The blonde boy’s body was flat against the window, scrunched up and looking ridiculous. His hair was a mess. His underwear was on display and ruined with his bladder failure. Daemon had removed his jacket when he tossed him against the window so all he had to show for himself as he slid down it was his shirt and briefs.

With his tongue out and teary eyes crossed, the wetness he was leaving behind on the window as he slowly slid down it was enough to give it a good washing all on its own.

Daemon didn’t wait though.

Instead, he dug through the pocket’s of Boruto’s ripped in twain pants. He stuck his tongue out as he searched around for what he wanted and went, “Aha!” when he found it.

It was his wallet.

As the Hokage’s son, he of course had money.

Daemon then stuck his hands in his pockets and whistled as he trotted his way inside the pharmacy, whistling a little diddy to himself as he went towards the baby aisle.

The people inside were still taken aback by what had just slammed against the window so Daemon had to tap the bell on the counter in rapid succession to get the clerk’s attention. Once he finally had it, he set down a package of Barney themed diapers and with a sparkling grin asked, “How many of these can I buy with all the money in this wallet?”

He showed off the money Boruto had and before buying the diapers, asked about other baby paraphernalia too.

It didn’t take too much longer after that before he was shown prancing out of the store with two large bags under his arms. By now, Boruto had efficiently sunk to the ground, upper half of his body still slightly propped up against the window.

Daemon grabbed him and roughly yanked him away, leaving a trail of spittle that was snapped apart by the wind resistance of him violently slamming the blonde loser onto the ground. Boruto’s arms and legs were spread out and he was spasming some more. He was done peeing but the toots from his butt were still happening.

Daemon had to hurry.

“Watch and learn everybody!” Daemon turned to the onlookers while hunched down on bended knees. “This is what you should ACTUALLY do to big babies who want to pretend their big.”

He grabbed Boruto’s briefs by the front, not caring about the wetness of the fact that he squeezed the excess wetness out of his junk by doing so. He yanked them right off, leaving his tiny little flag standing at attention for all to gaze upon.

Daemon laughed and Himawari let out a giggle but kept her composure for the most part.

“Getting beat up excites you eh?” Daemon commented a bit as he grabbed his legs and raised them up. He then placed Boruto’s butt down onto an unfolded Barney diaper, powdered him up in the front, and taped the diaper on.

With several pats, he got puffs of white clouds to flood the sidewalk.

Daemon then removed Boruto’s shirt and replaced it with a pink one that read, “The Littlest Sissy on the Block”. It seemed rather appropriate.

With that shirt on, he was let go to flop against the ground again, out cold and unable to resist the dressing taking place.

There wasn’t much left for him though. Daemon squeezed on some barely fitting baby booties, tied a baby bib and a baby bonnet on to him, and then shoved a baby pacifier into his still drooling mouth.

With that, he dusted his hands off and left the extra diaper supplies by Boruto’s body, grabbing his clothes and wallet to take with him.

“He’ll be needing those,” Daemon said to Himawari as he walked right by her, hands in his pockets as he jerked his head to the side a bit to usher her onward so that they could leave together. “When he wakes up he’s gonna need a change so he’ll have no choice. Really, I’m being nice here.”

Himawari was momentarily confused until she heard more tooting from Boruto. Daemon heard it too and patted her back, beckoning her to hurry.

“Let’s go. It’s about to reek here in a bit.”

They power walked away, not wanting the assault on their noses to happen at all.

They did manage to get away right as the eruption happened.

Boruto’s toots turned into something else as a loud trumpet blasting noise was kicked off and the back end of his diaper began to fill.

No one dared get close to him. The sun went down and he remained right where he was, snoring into his pacifier.

That incident was quite the turning point in Boruto’s life. When he woke up he had to change his diaper or face going home in the messy one like Daemon predicted. When he got home he got a stern talking to from his parents and the next day there was a video of his beating and public shaming floating around.

Boruto was stuck dealing with Daemon for far longer afterward but that incident would ensure it would never again be without the threat of a beating and a new diaper for him hanging over his head.

Go ahead. Try to assert your authority against him yourself. I dare you.

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That was a lovely story to describe. I find it rather refreshing to just do something nice and simple every once in a while. It still ended up being almost ten pages though. Fancy that. I guess I’ll see you next time.