Life of a Pet

A/N: A special thank you to Drivven for being a fab beta.

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Hello, my name is Uzumaki Naruto, and I am a pet. That may sound… odd to most, but in this world being a pet is one way to a higher station in life. There are rules set in place for us and for those who would own us. It’s not a bad life really.



My first owner, who bought me just after I turned thirteen, was kind and gentle. He never treated me roughly, nor had me service him at all. I was a replacement for the little brother he had lost. Sadly, he lost interest in me when I turned eighteen and returned me to the ‘farm.’ That is to say the original auction block I was sold at.



Instead of immediately being put back on the block I was studded out. Thanks to my sire, dam, and my looks, children from me were highly desired. I know for a fact that somewhere out there I have a minimum of five offspring, though I am almost positive that there are more since they also put my seed into a sperm bank for future use. I know my sire’s and dam’s names, and I know that they were high-stationed citizens. Though I would never let on to that I knew this fact, if I did it would get me and my first owner into a lot of trouble. Had my parents lived I would have automatically been a citizen, but since they died without a will, when I was a babe, I was not. As a result their assets were liquidated and absorbed into the state, thus leaving me with a large debt to pay off.



One might ask what debt an orphan could possibly have… well there is the food and housing bills, the education bill, and the medical bills that occur with any normal child. Nothing was free in this world. It sounds unfair doesn’t it? But since when has the world ever been fair?



I think I was lucky in the fact that my last owner’s only had me for a few brief months, when I say that I mean six maybe seven months tops, before their house was raided and they were put in jail for slavery, crimes against pets, drug dealing, embezzlement, and murder. I shudder every time I think of what would have happened to me if the Uchiha brothers had grown tired of me.



The Uchiha’s had a bad habit of selling their pets off to underground labs once they were tired of them. This was one of the pet laws that they broke. They didn’t see pets as humans, only animals to beat, break, and do with what they pleased. There were a few who didn’t go to the labs; Haku was one of the lucky ones; he was sold to some of their friends rather than a lab. Being who they were, and being stationed so high, the Uchihas thought that laws and rules did not apply to them.



But due to their treatment of me and the retraining, medical attention, and physical therapy I needed, I came away with more debt than what I had went to them with. Again I am lucky that I was one of three people that could continue life as a pet rather than being put out to pasture.



If you are put out to pasture with a debt still in tact, there is no hope of ever becoming free. When you are put out to pasture you are automatically sterilized, so no breeding fees come in to help pay off your initial debt, and you become a servant to whatever business or household purchases you without pay. You work for food and housing. In a way they have it easier than pets, but to never be able to be free… that would have surely killed me.



Even with all this said, I am not bitter. I was raised knowing I would be a pet, so none of this is a surprise and I do hope that one day I will be free of my debt and become a citizen; at least this is what I would tell myself at night.



So, there I stood on the auction block once again. Nude, legs spread and chained to the floor, arms bound behind my back, my member erect and cock ring in place. I kept my face blank; as a good pet should, until the time I would be bought and told to do otherwise. My handler stood behind me with my pedigree papers and answered questions while I was poked, prodded, stroked, and a few times put to a test. Some just walked away when they found out that penetration could not be included in the test, meaning they couldn’t just walk up and fuck me.



Some seemed interested, but ultimately decided that I wasn’t what they were looking for. I would not and could not show how much each rejection hurt me. To do so would drop my value as a pet.



I silently watched two handsome men approach me and felt my breath slightly hitch. “What is his name?” the pale man with silver eyes asked my handler.



“His name is Naruto, sir.” I wanted desperately to roll my eyes at the man’s simpering. Though, if he was simpering instead of acting arrogantly and answering the questions as he had with the others, it could only mean that at least one of these men were stationed very high.



The slightly older one talked to my handler and looked over my papers while the one with the high pony tailed hair looked me over.



I was surprised, though didn’t dare show it, when both men looked at me and requested my hands be un-cuffed.



“My name is Neji.” The silver-eyed man said while holding out one of his hands. I looked to my handler and received a nod to go ahead and take it. I was surprised at how warm his hand was when I shook it. “The proper thing to say is; I am pleased to meet you.” He continued to say, when I had said nothing.



“S-sorry, It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” I stammered out. I am not used to being talked to as an equal, especially not when I am on the auction block.



“My name is Shikamaru.” The man with the high ponytail said while holding out his hand as well.



“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” I said as shook his slightly cooler hand. Before standing back in my position with my hands behind my back. I felt more comfortable this way.



“This says your last owners were the Uchiha’s, is this true?” the one who had introduced himself as Neji asked while pointing to my papers.



“Yes sir.” I answer honestly. There was no need for me to lie, it was right there in black and white.



“I see, do you remember any of your time there?” he continued after I had answered his question.



“No sir.” I lied. The papers said I went to rehab, aka they supposedly erased all of the memories of my time there. At least that is what I led them to believe, if they knew that I had remembered everything then I would have been put out to pasture.



“I see. Do you mind if Shikamaru examines you?”



“No sir.” Like I have a choice. If I said yes then they would know that the rehab hadn’t worked.



I bit back the moan that wanted to escape as a slender digit of the man’s hand brushed against my prostate and I was immediately sent back in time, to the time the Uchiha’s owned me.



When I was bought and brought into the house the first thing that happened was I serviced both brothers, one with my mouth, the other with my ass. It was not an uncommon thing for a pet to service two men at once, and both of the dark haired men were at least pleasurable to look at. Technically I was a virgin when I came to them, at least to men, thankfully I had experience with enough my own toys to know how to please them both.



The next day testing started. Again this is not uncommon as they had no idea of my limits and if truth were to be told, I didn’t either. The first test was my alcohol tolerance. Had I been a year younger this would have been illegal. The law did not, however, restrict how the alcohol could be introduced into the system.



It started with a simple bottle of beer. I was glad that they had lubed up the neck and that it was smaller than either of them. I was slightly buzzed and serviced the men again, sans the lube, without a care to the world. After the effects had worn off I was a bit sore, but not overly so.



The next, was a few weeks later, a long necked bottle of wine was introduced to my ‘system’. I was totally plastered. I serviced what felt like hundreds of men; though in reality it was only half that amount. I only know this because the Uchiha’s had taped the whole test and made me watch it. I would service two or three men at a time. When it was two it was usually the one in front and one in back. When it was three, I was riding two cocks at once while happily sucking another. Yes happily, or at least, if the sounds and look of my face on the video were any indication I was doing it happily. I wonder if I should have been ashamed rather than turned on by watching that video. Still… I was turned on so much that I eagerly serviced the Uchiha brothers and their friend without any alcohol introduced into my system, thankfully with lube.



The next test was the bull test. This happened during my second month there. I have no shame; by this time I was a cock-whore and enjoyed the bull test. Let me tell you about this test, which would eventually, became a reward for when I was a good boy.



They had a largish dildo, which was kept lubed by servants, fastened onto a mechanical bull, and it had straps to hold my legs in place and a waist strap that would only allow my ass to come half way off of the dildo when the bull was turned on. Usually they would put my arms in shackles that would dangle from the ceiling. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but Kami help me, it did. For the first test I lasted a good twenty minutes without a cock ring. They were so pleased by this that at their next get together that was how I was put on display. Though that time, I did have a cock ring on. The guests would come and adjust the speed up or down, depending on the sounds that they wanted to hear come from my mouth. According to the brothers, their guests were greatly pleased by my display. My reward? I got the cock ring removed and the speed of the bull adjusted to the highest level. It took less than five minutes for me to spill my seed.



The next test came at a party. I was put in a sling so that who ever needed serviced could come up and take what they wanted… I was a buffet if you will. This was not my first time to be put on display like that and I admit that I always enjoyed servicing the many men who came to the Uchiha parties. Orochimaru was there with his ever-faithful servant and was discussing buying me from the Uchiha’s. Luckily they had not finished with me, but they decided that they would allow him to conduct a test on me. A bottle of wine was introduced into my system, for they had learned that I had no inhibitions when they first used that, and a video set up again so I would be able to see what a good cock-whore I was at a later time.



I remember the servant pushing on my stomach after about ten minutes had passed; I suppose it was to rid my body of the wine that had been ‘given’ to me. I’m not sure how much time elapsed, but I am sure it wasn’t much later that my mouth was servicing Orochimaru while his servant, I think his name might have been Kabuto, serviced my ass with a small snake. With my cock ring and nipple clamps securely in place, this servicing continued for hours. I would service a man with my mouth, one man even climbed up and rode me, while Kabuto introduced my ass to bigger and bigger snakes. The whole time that this was going on, I was moaning and rocking my body to try and get the snakes in deeper. I know I should have been highly embarrassed and turned off while watching that video… still… I think by this time I was as sick and twisted as the Uchiha’s and was turned on by the show I had put on. Sasuke had developed a bit of a snake fetish after that; so the next time that snakes were used on me, there was no need to use alcohol, I happily and greedily accepted it. Like I said before, I had rather quickly become a cock-whore. It didn’t matter what was up my ass, as long as something was there. My reward for pleasing everyone at the party: the mechanical bull of course.



The last test I had, before they were arrested and I was sent to rehab, was what they termed a piston test. They tied me to an upright rack; arms above my head, legs spread wide, cock ring and nipple clamps in place, a ball gag in my mouth, and a new interesting toy was introduced to my urethra, yes a cock plug. They positioned a piston like device under me and adjusted it up until the dildo on the top was just barely in me. Then they turned it on full speed, and I was in heaven. The device drove the dildo deep inside of me and punished my prostate even more than the mechanical bull. I think that if I had stayed there longer, that would have become my new favorite reward.



I know this may sound sick to you, but I hoped that if these two men purchase me, they would not hold back and do at least some of the stuff the Uchiha’s did to me. I would probably happily stay a pet if that were the case. If they weren’t… then perhaps I could find some other way to amuse myself or twist them enough to have them do to me what I want done.

~TBC...