D/s Naruto

D/s Naruto by Hestia

Note to the Reader: Hi! I'm glad you are going to try this very long story out! I've added pairing info in the chapter titles, but that doesn't exactly correspond with lemons or tell the POV of the chapter. You can get that info at hestia.ws/ds.html

There are a number of pictures people have drawn for the story, which you can find at Y!Gallery where I am known as RegencyCathy. Some of the readers here at AFF have gone there and started a D/s Naruto Club, where you can find other images and fanfic involving Naruto and D/s as well.

I've tried to add additional warnings for the things that readers told me in reviews bothered them, such as water sports. There's some enemas and fantasies, but no one actually gets peed on or drinks urine until you are seventy or eighty chapters in, and it's never a big thing. Almost all of the sexual abuse happens in the past (as does the Uchiha incest) and is clearly presented as wrong and not glorified or sexualized. Five characters have some sexual abuse as minors in their past (Sasuke, Neji, Sai, Kimimaro, Hiashi). There are two rapes in "real" time (Neji, Hiashi), but both oddly end up bringing happiness, which is something that only can happen in fiction. There's not a lot of blood either, as that's not my thing.

I try to put a lemon in every chapter or at least a hot sex fantasy. I also sometimes get caught up in putting pretty things in my chapters--gems, minerals, clothing, gardens, earrings, dishes, etc. Well, that's all I can think of to say. Oh, yes, the biggest slut is Shikamaru, with Sasuke as a close second--I love writing sex with sluts! Ok, now I'm out of things to say except I hope you enjoy it, and I really, really love reviews and gifts of art.

Thanks,
Hestia

Prologue

Iruka’s apartment was downtown, and the short cab ride from the train station was cheap. If it wasn’t already 8:45 P.M., Naruto would have walked—it would have taken only thirty minutes or so, and he only had his backpack and a small duffle. It was late May, and the night was warm here in California. Naruto hesitated on the pavement outside the apartment complex, putting off the moment when he would have to go into the light of the apartment lobby and push the buzzer. There was some feeling, something he wanted to understand. He sniffed, and the smell of the night-blooming jasmine in the stone planters outside the complex hit his nose in a heavy wave of scent.

The memories bloomed in his mind at once—it had been in June, June of his last high school year, shortly before he’d left the city for college and to get away from this place with not many happy memories. Iruka had found him breaking into the high school where he worked and where Naruto had been a student. He’d been drinking and done an 8-ball of meth. Iruka had trussed him up like a Thanksgiving turkey and dragged him back this apartment. He’d gone through what might be called rehab in Iruka’s apartment for a month—chained up. It had been the worst—and the best—month of his life. He’d never know his high school teacher was a dominant, heavy into the whole Dominant/submissive (D/s) lifestyle. But he had found out.

And his sub, his submissive—as a teen he’d never imagined that Kakashi, the judo master whose skill had won a thousand competitions, would ever be a sub. But he was just that, a collared sub. That innocent-looking silver chain was soldered around his neck. Everyone thought that the kanji dangling from it was a good luck charm or part of the tall slender silver-blonde Caucasian’s effort to look more Asian. It wasn’t. It was Iruka’s name, labeling Kakashi as his slave. In the D/s world, that was as serious as it got—a permanent slave collar. No dom in the city would touch Kakashi ever. He was Iruka’s and Iruka was his until death do them part.

Naruto’s cock was standing at attention now. He knew now he had been privileged like few were to see the intimate life of Iruka and Kakashi. Privileged—or cursed—for having seen it, he couldn’t forget it. He’d left the city that summer after the month in Iruka’s care—he’d left clean, sober, and hooked on the whole D/s, BDSM scene. He’d gone to school, got his degree, and gotten various jobs. He’d found his way to the D/s scene in other cities. But he hadn’t found the sub he was looking for. He’d seen what Iruka and Kakashi had—and he didn’t want anything less. He’d trained. He taken his turn in bondage, under the crop and paddle and whip—every good dom had to sub a bit to learn what to do. To use an instrument of discipline or punishment you had not experienced yourself was bad form, even folly. No sub of Naruto’s would ever scar or be maimed because he didn’t know how to use a crop, a cane, or a whip. No they would feel just what they needed to feel—pain, the sweet pain a dom gave to his sub.

Naruto looked at his watch—9 P.M.--and went into the lobby and hit the buzzer. The voice over the intercom said “Umino residence.” It was Kakashi’s voice.

“Naruto, here.” The buzzer releasing the door lock sounded. Naruto entered and decided to take the stairs—he could adjust his pants in the stairwell so his erect cock would be comfortable. He would be erect for a while since Kakashi was here—Iruka and he were fucking hot—hell, they were what he’d masturbated to for years until he began fantasizing about his own sub. Hands in his black cloth pants, arranging his cock to be upright, front and center, Naruto gave himself an extra stroke or two, thinking vividly of his dream sub. He would be pale, pale like Kakashi. Pale skin showed so much—blushes, sex flush, hand prints, paddle marks, crop stripes . . . But his sub couldn’t be a silver blonde, not like Kakashi—that would feel wrong, feel like he was getting off on some sort of copy-Kakashi, some substitute sub feeding a sick desire for Iruka’s slaveboy. His sub, his boy, always had dark hair in his fantasies, black hair.

Naruto liked the look of the goth boys, the would-be vamps with their pale, pale skin and died hair in deepest black or that color he liked best that rich blue-black. Black with tones of purple, crimson, or dark green was nice too, but that blue back made his heart beat a little faster, made his cock a little harder. But that playing vampire shit—Naruto snorted. Anyone who wanted to play vampire or vampire servant was not for him. That drinking blood shit was crap. Anything involving lots of blood was crap—a good dom didn’t need to draw a drop of blood to dominate. No, no hardcore pain sluts, for Naruto--he was into the BD or D/s more than the SM.

Finally, the fourth floor—Naruto knocked quietly on the door, knowing Kakashi would likely be kneeling on the other side, waiting to open it. As the door opened, Naruto felt his hope rising. Surely Iruka could help him with his search for the perfect sub. He was somewhere out there, wanting and needing Naruto’s control, needing Naruto to take away his choices, take away his pride, and take away all the things that prevented him from fully submitting, from surrendering to the pain, to the pleasure, to the will of his master. Somewhere he was waiting—his boy, his slut, his toy, his sub, his slave—his love.