Becoming a Slave

Hi there! This is a new story I have just started. It has actually been floating around in my mind for a while now, and I decided to write it all down today. I am heavily influenced by the work of Hestia, especially her epic D/s Naruto, so if you find some elements of D/s Naruto here don't shoot me. I have contemplated posting this on FFN. Do you think this is too heavy for FFN? Oh, and I will say this once and I will say it only once. This involves very heavy D/s action. Very kinky. Don't like don't read.

PS: This is not the story I was talking about when I said 'highly personal'... That one hasn't been published yet.

On with it!


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Sasuke looked down at the naked sub he had for tonight, kneeling at his feet. Another one to be trained. He worked at Konoha, one of the nation’s most famous D/s club as a slave trainer, as one of the most sought after trainers of the club. He was also a top level Dom, which meant that slaves that came to be trained by him were either at their last stages of training, or needed retraining. That also meant he was the best of the best, the crème de la crème of all trainers, as he was here only to reinforce the training, and to make sure everything was in order.

Eyes cast down; a high black leather collar was the only clothing he had as it encased his neck, making any movement by his head painfully hard. The sub raised his hands above his head and presented the leash that was connected to his collar to Sasuke, his eyes never leaving Sasuke’s boots.

Instantly a rush of power came over Sasuke. That’s right. That is why I work here.

Sparing one last cold glance at him, Sasuke took the collar and confidently walked across the room that he had for the night. The sub was forced to scramble on his knees and follow his Dom across the room.

Stopping at the foot of the bed in the middle of the room, he looped the leash around one of the beams of the bed, and stepped back.

“I am going to prepare for the session, slut. Do not move unless you are told to”

“Yes, Mast-”

The sub couldn’t finish his sentence as a hand slapped his face, stinging his cheeks and throwing him slightly off balance.

“Did I give you permission to speak, bitch?”

The sub resumed his kneeling position at the foot of the bed, not daring to even move a muscle or make a sound.
Satisfied at that, Sasuke walked across the room and pulled out a spanking bench and positioned it in front of a mirror. Sasuke looked at himself, and smirked. He looked sexy, scratch that. He looked like a walking, talking sex god.

Black, tight, leather pants encased his perfectly shaped ass and thighs, and were tucked into high, gothic, black leather boots that had numerous buckles strapped across them. He had a white leather belt on, which contrasted deeply with the all black outfit he had on. He was not wearing any shirt, as pale, alabaster skin wrapped tight against his visible but not overtly big muscles that flexed with every movement. A thin, silver necklace hung around his neck, with the Uchiha symbol, the uchiwa shaped as its pendant.

Sasuke walked over to the cupboard beside the mirror and opened it. He spent a few minutes choosing a few items he wanted to use tonight, and shut it. Walking over to the spanking bench, he lay them down in a pile, before walking over to the sub. The sub that he didn’t even know the name of.

Untying the knot around the beam, he jerked harshly on the leash before walking towards the spanking bench.

“Get yourself on that bench now, fuckhole”

His sub quickly scrambled up, following his Dom across the room and draped himself over the bench.

Sasuke leaned down, and pulled the sub by his hair to position him the way he wanted. Once he was satisfied, he leaned over and buckled the metal restraints that lay at the four corners, securing his sub’s hands and legs in place.

He then walked over to the pile he had made, and retrieved three leather belts. He draped them around his sub’s body and the bench, before securing his back tightly against the bench. He checked the restraints by trying, and failing to put his finger below the belt wrapping around the body. Finally satisfied that his sub wouldn’t be able to move, he walked back to his pile and retrieved a leather cock ring. Sasuke then proceeded to secure the cock ring on his sub’s cock and balls, making sure to put the buckle in the tightest hole, making his cock and balls bulge a deep red in both need and pain as he heard his sub choke back a hiss of pain. Still, he had heard it.

“I didn’t give you permission to make any sound, did I, slut? One more sound from that slutty mouth of yours and I won’t be so forgiving”

He walked over his pile and retrieved an extra large ring gag and a bell, and proceeded to fit the gag into his sub’s mouth, and the bell into his hand. Making sure everything was as tight as it could possibly be; he finally walked back to the pile and retrieved the remaining items: a bullwhip and a vibrating buttplug with a remote control.

He shoved the buttplug mercilessly into his sub without any lube or preparation, and was satisfied to hear a surprised whimper of pain.

“Slut! What did I say about not making any sounds? For this, you have just earned yourself five more lashes”

“I am going to start with what I do with all my subs. Ten lashes of this” Sasuke cracked the bullwhip in the air before continuing: “You will have five added to that as extra punishment. I do not want to hear a sound, I do not want to see a tear, or I will double the punishment. Shake the bell if you understand”

The tiny bell rang weakly.

The first lash came down. Sasuke went easy on him. A pink welt appeared across his shoulder blades.

CRACK! T he second one was slightly below the first welt, and was slightly harder.

CRACK! The third one was an angry red one just below the second.

CRACK! The fourth one broke the skin, and a tiny bit of blood peeked out.

The next nine strokes were administered progressively harder and harder.

CRACK! The fourteenth one landed just above his sub’s buttcheeks, and broke the skin completely.

CRACK! The last and fifteenth stroke landed right on his sub’s buttcheeks, and created a thick line of blood across it.

Sasuke looked at the marks he made. Beautiful. From pink on the shoulder blades, to red in the middle, the marks slowly showed more and more blood, slowly showed more and more force being used.

Pleased at his own work, Sasuke smirked. “Worth it, slut?”

He asked that question every time. Worth it? Was this pain worth having the hottest, most desired Dom in the whole of Konoha train you? Even for one night?

He looked over at his sub who surprisingly did not shed a tear, make a sound, or use the safety bell. He then released the bonds and the gag, and the sub fell to his knees, and kissed his boots.

“Hn. Since you have been such a good boy tonight, I am going to give you a little treat”

Sasuke unzipped the leather pants and allowed his erect pale cock to spring out of the opening of his boxers and zipper hole.

“Suck it, fuckhole”

His sub looked up and began to take the seven inch dick into him. Bobbing his head quickly, Sasuke was pleased that he was using his tongue well. Sasuke then took hold of his sub’s head, and proceeded to ruthlessly fuck his mouth, pleased that the gag reflexes were not kicking in. He forced his dick all the way into his sub’s mouth, allowing his soft black curls to crush against his nose.

After five minutes, Sasuke could no longer hold back his orgasm, and pulled his sub’s head back.

Stroking himself a few times, he then came all over his sub’s face, the cum dripping down into his neck and onto his body.

Sasuke smirked, leaned down, and smeared his cum all over his sub’s body, making sure to put the most on the groin area and the thighs.

“Get dressed, bitch, and don’t let me catch you wiping my cum off you. You are a fuckhole, my fuckhole, and you deserve to wear my spunk”

His sub lowered his eyes in submission and used his knees to move over to the pile of clothes that were discarded oh so long ago, and proceeded to put on his boxers, then his leather pants. The cum made his boxers stick uncomfortably onto his skin, and he picked up his shirt.

“Leave it, boy”

His sub promptly dropped it and crawled over to his Dom, and presented the leash to Sasuke like he did in the beginning.

Sasuke took the leash, and bent down to lower himself. He then put two nipple clamps on his sub, and attached the heaviest weights he could find on them. Raising himself slightly, he then tested them by tugging hardly on the weights.

His sub was trying to hold the whimpers in, and looked visibly conflicted. Sasuke increased the pressure, and finally, a whimper escaped the lips that were now bleeding from being bitten to hard. Sasuke gave one last pull, and straightened up. He was impressed. This sub is really good. Usually the subs would be begging by now.

But still, he had made a sound.

“Boy, you have just earned yourself another five lashes of the crop. Every sound you make that I have not permitted, you will earn five more” He allowed his hands to lightly touch the marks on his sub’s back, before slapping them, expecting to hear another whimper, but impressed when there was none.

Sasuke leaned over, retrieving his white, silk, button up shirt, putting it on while rolling the long sleeves up and straightening the creases in it. He then proceeded to walk over to the door, pulling the leash, giving his sub, still in a slight daze of pain at having his nipples abused so much, not much time to respond. The result was that his sub was semi dragged across the room by his leash, before Sasuke stopped to open the door.

“Don’t you dare embarrass me, slut” With that, Sasuke walked over to the elevator and pressed the button with the hand holding his sub’s leash, while the other remained in his pocket. His sub began worshipping his boots, littering kisses and licks across them.

As he was waiting for the elevator to arrive, his fingers felt a remote control in his pocket. Smirking to himself, he took it out and turned the vibrator in his slut’s ass to the fullest setting.

Instantly he heard a yelp then a buzzing sound. Congratulating himself once more, he looked down at his sub.

“Ten lashes”

His sub lay in a heap with his head on top of his boots, as just moments ago he was licking them.

When the elevator arrived, he walked into it, not sparing a glance at his sub as he was half dragged into the elevator.

“Slut, I told you not to embarrass me”

His sub forced himself to straighten up, but he could still see the slight tremors going through his body complementing the quiet but very audible hum of the vibrator in the background.

Finally, the ‘ding’ of the elevator signaled their arrival at the main dining area. He walked across the room, and instantly, the eyes of the diners turned to look at one of the most sought after trainers of this exclusive D/s club.

Sasuke led his sub across the room and sat down at one of the tables, while the sub crawled underneath the table and knelt at his feet, still shivering from the vibrations that not so gently prodded his prostate.

A shaky voice interrupted Sasuke’s thoughts: “Master… Please”

“Fifteen lashes. I am disappointed, slut” But Sasuke did take mercy and switched off the vibrator. The felt the sub lick and kiss his boots in gratitude, not daring to make any more sounds.

He was about to motion for a waiter to come when he saw a familiar face walking calmly towards him. Patiently, he waited for the approaching figure.

“Sasuke” A man that looked eerily like Sasuke, only taller with long hair nodded his head slightly, acknowledging Sasuke while not sparing his sub a look.

“Itachi” Sasuke allowed a rare smile to grace his lips, and looked up at his brother, one of the few men he respected.

Itachi smiled back lightly, before motioning to the sub kneeling at Sasuke’s feet.

“How has your night been?”

While one might interpret the question to mean whether the night was good or bad, Sasuke’s familiarity with Itachi made him understand the real question was ‘how has his sub been’

“Same old, same old” Sasuke remarked, waving his hand.

Itachi understood this as ‘the training has gone well’

“Then we have to schedule you to train another. Looks like you’ve managed to produce another fine slave, Sasuke” Itachi was the person in charge of training, and knew how high in demand the harsh but effective Sasuke was. Slaves not only wanted him because of his beauty, of his sex appeal and attractiveness, but because he was one of the best trainers, one that produced excellent top class slaves.

Sasuke nodded slightly “Hn” He then allowed his eyes to rake across the dining area.

Suddenly, a blond bob of hair catches his eyes. Quickly, Sasuke finds out more, and sees himself looking into intense pools of cerulean orbs. Sasuke’s breath hitches slightly. He has never seen someone so… Beautiful… And people called him pretty.

The blond man obviously caught him staring at him, because he made his way across the table and stopped in front of Sasuke.

“Hey Sasuke”

“Naruto”

Itachi watched the exchange in fascination.

“Who's the lucky boy tonight?” Naruto asked, smirking slightly, then walking slightly backward and peeking underneath the table.

“He is much better than you were”

Naruto’s face broke into an angry, but childish glare.

“Oi, teme, I am a Dom now, so watch your mouth”

Sasuke smirked triumphantly at being able to push his buttons so quickly.

“An idiot Dom. I don’t see how you could be a Dom after being such a poor sub” Sasuke said, shaking his head mockingly.

“Teme… ” Naruto’s childish anger turned real.

Itachi stepped between the two glaring man. “Enough. Sasuke, please don’t insult our patrons like that. It is not only extremely unprofessional but it is also supremely impolite”

Turning to Naruto, he nodded his head slightly before speaking: “Naruto, I am so sorry for Sasuke’s behavior”

“Apologize, teme” Naruto huffed.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed indignantly, before raising himself from the chair.

“In your dreams, dobe”

Itachi spoke once again, stopping Sasuke from leaving the table with his sub by putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Sasuke, you will apologize to Naruto”

Sasuke glared at Itachi before glaring at Naruto once again.

“I will not. I only speak the truth” Smugly, Sasuke shook off the hand on his shoulder and proceeded to pick up the leash.

“I see” Itachi turned to Naruto. “I apologize on Sasuke’s behalf. Naruto, to express my apologies, I will let you choose any one of our staff, or any one of out members, though we would have to discuss it more thoroughly if it were a member, to be your sub or Dom”

“Don’t worry, Itachi, I don’t want any member”

Sasuke was just leaving the table with his sub when the next few words froze him.

“I want Sasuke to sub for me”


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