Pleasure

Pleasure
Chapter 1:

Author's words:
Hiyo. Thanks for taking the time to read. I do not expect much from this story. Lol in fact I'm not even holding my breath as there was not much planning going into it but I really do hope that I'm wrong and you'll like it and will write me a nice review. Hey if not you can still just tell mewat you needed fixed. Please enjoy pleasure. Depending on the response then it will probably remain a one chapter story.
~Vague

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Born heir to the lands of Konohagakure, Uzumaki Naruto was a pampered and most loved prince among his people. Innocent in the matters of the world, he wandered his lands with the cheery smile of a child. At the tender age of sixteen, the young prince had about him an air of purity that many dared not touched and even more envied and sort to corrupt. But so great was his charm and youthful abandon that not any could seek to harm the smile that so readily greeted them

It was on this, is sixteenth birthday that the innocent prince of the lands was faced with a new knowledge that would forever cause his tender heart to pound in an unknown thrill and fear.

As prince of the lands it was his duty to have with him not a wife but many fruitful vessels to carry his seed. It was only upon the day that the prince fell the fierce grip of love would he be allowed the pleasures of wedded bliss. Laws dictated that until such a fortuitous time should make itself known, if ever, the heir of their treasured lands would ensure the continuation of their line though the carnal acts with any that he or she felt aroused within them a lust to procreate.

It was luck that had allowed the most cherished prince on the earth the fortune of being born to mated parents who shared a love more profound than the fathomless wonder which created the universe. And he had never had the misfortune of witnessing the unscrupulous behaviours of other insatiable heirs of their lands. His home had never been graced with the continual scurries of scantily clad pleasure slaves.

Yes his was sheltered and most protected life. And so as the young prince visited his parents on that blessed morning, which heralded his birth, but a scant sixteen years previously he was to receive the shock of his life


The fiery flickers of sun played across the eyes of the slowly awaking prince of the lands. Stretching most luxuriously, the feline move unkinked muscles that had knotted up with the touch of the sand man. Sheets rustling across his silk PJ-ed body, pale blue eyes greeted the dawn with a smile to warm even the coldest winter. Eyes explored the room that had grown familiar wit the years of occupancy as a heart slowly began to pound with barely suppressed excitement.

The grin of sweet serenity grew into a full show of exuberance as in the speed of youth covers so closely wrapped around a warm body lay in a puddle at the edge of the bed as a shout of pure joy escaped the quickly departing youth.

“Today is my birthday WOOO!” Sliding on the previously discarded sheets, the young prince nearly met with a slit that would have ensured continued bed rest. Catching his body with practice of a klutz, a tiny blush registered on his face as his eyes darted around the room. Reassured that no one occupied his room to have witnessed the near accident the grin returned and was barely caught as the youth continued his way out the huge room that belonged to him all the while informing the castle of the joyous news.

Many of the most indulgent attendants who vacationed at the palace smiled their dulcet smiles as they showered their prince with gifts paid for with their own very hard earned money, but those dollars spent were well worth the joyous look of pleasure that crossed his face with each present bestowed upon him. With the slowing of his joyous sprint to the chambers occupied by his parents, the young prince’s impatience and excitement grew.

Bursting through the guarded chambers, the prince felt heat rise to his face upon seeing his parents locked within each other’s arms. With a blush and a muttered apology the young prince scrambled out the doors to sag against their closed weight. How many times had he been told to knock before throwing himself into their chambers? But he now knew the reason and so he knew that from then he would always remember.

Thick mahogany doors opened behind his weight, and being caught in thought he followed them to land on his back. Big eyes staring at them with the love and innocence of a child

“Good Morning mom and Dad,” he said looking into their slightly heated face. The smile of an angel lit his face as they aided him up.

“Good morning son,” his father said with an indulgent smile. “How are you feeling now that you’re all of sixteen?” he asked pulling his son to seat upon their ruffled magnificent bed, not made from the previous evening. With a happy giggle the young boy rushed onto the bed burrowing beneath the mountains of pillows and blankets. A sense of nostalgia assailed his conscious mind and he was reminded of those times he would spend with his beloved parents in those self same bed. Those memories brought joy to his face and in turn caused a matching look of love to surface within the expressions of his parents.

“Meh, just got LOTS of presents. They’re in my room and I can’t wait to play with them. So what did you get me?” he asked with excitement within his voice. His parents presents were always the most cherished for in those presents he knew there was love.

A curious look touched his expressive face as he saw a look shared by his parents.

“Naruto…” his mother said coming to sit beside him. Placing a kiss upon his forehead, she continued cautiously. “You know that you are heir to our lands right?”

The beauteous smile on his face grew as he nodded vigorously. “Yes mommy. One day I’ll be king and rule everything.” One must understand that the young prince has been incredibly sheltered through out his entire life.

“That is right my son. And at sixteen it is time that you gained your first royal present.”

Confusion marred the previously smiling face as he took up exploring the room. Unsure what this all meant he was happy to settle on a picture that he had drawn of himself and his parents at a young age. T always brought warm fuzzies to his stomach when ever he saw it and now was not different. The smile returned

Taking his smile as encouragement his mom continued. Taking his father’s hand who had taken his place behind her she sought the comfort needed to explain the delicate maters of their land.

“At sixteen every heir must visit the slave market where he or she will pick a few slaves trained in the art of pleasure. Their job is a dual one. They are to pleasure the heirs as well as aid in the extension of the royal lines.”

Te frown previously touching the face of the young prince deepened in confusion at what his parents were trying to explain to him. Pleasured? Nani?

“Ano… I—I do not think I understand…”

Taking his opportunity, the silver haired king looked to his son and said. “I know we haven’t said anything about it before but do you know what sex is son?”

“Yes!” he said proudly. “Sex is when the stock brings mommies and daddies babies.” He beamed up at them proud that he had known the answer.

“Oh dear,” his mom said elbowing his father who had been trying to stifle laughter.

“Well that’s not exactly how it works son. See sex is a wonderful act where two people come together. They must first like each other. They know this by the nice hot feeling they get in their stomach when they are around each other. To show that they want each other they kiss by putting their tongues in each other’s mouths and tasting each other. They enjoy touching each other in intimate places such as breasts and vagina for women and the penis for men. There are other areas of the body of course but those are the most common. Then the two remove their clothing and then the male puts his penis in the woman’s vagina. Or in the case of two men he puts it in the man’s butt. It’s quite pleasurable.” He finished with a gentle smile.

Silence reigned as the prince visited multiple shades of red. This was followed by a scream so earth shattering and frightening that all in Konoha swore that it had been the heralding of a demon.

“WHAT!!!! YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?!!” he screamed and burst into hysterical tears as he found himself clinging to his mom. “Mommy! Daddy is a bad man please don’t make me do those bad things. I promise I’ll eat my icky veggies from now on. I promise. Wahh!!” he sobbed

“Now, now son.” She said soothing her little boy as she shot daggered glares at her shrugging husband. “I’m sorry son you have to do it. It’s not as gross as your dad made it sound I promise.” She kissed his forehead and wiped away his tears with the gentle caresses of a mom. “Just remember you get to pick any that YOU like and only if you do. If you go to the market and don’t find any that you like then you can come home okay?”

“Really? You promise?” he asked with teary eyes tat seemed to eat at her soul. She would promise him anything with that look.

“Of course son. We love you no matter what?”

“That’s right,” Kakashi said moving over to touch his son comfortingly.

With a screech of fear and disgust the previously calm child moved away from the approaching man to cling tightly to the pink haired queen. “Bad man! Don’t touch me!” Receiving a fierce glare from his wife, the king chuckled deeply before leaving to get his son’s escort. It would be a long journey to the market and he needed someone who was trust worthy and able to protect his son. Sasuke Uchiha, Captain of his royal Guards and best friend to his son.

Rage boiled within his heart. He was a royal prince, heir to the Suna throne. Gaara no Sabaku lay dirtied within a corner of the makeshift camp. Bared for the world to see his body was covered in dried up blood that had been drawn from wounds already healed. With a feral look on his face he dared any of his “handlers” to try attacking him. A smirk touched his swollen lips.

Since the war between Suna and Konoha had started, his people had began disappearing. Not turning up dead but disappearing all together. His curiosity had gotten the better of his and he had sort to find the reason for this. While on a peace treaty to a neighbouring land on neutral territory he had been forcible placed within a part bound and gagged like a trussed up pig.

Being a prince warrior he had fought to protect himself but that had resulted in cruel beatings to his person. Not that the cold prince cared. He had faced worse than hours of bone shattering attacks and if it helped ease his frustrations by taking them down with him then he saw no reason not to enjoy the hours of battle that had ensued. Now chained to the wall he had earned him the respect of being left alone.

The smirk on his face grew wider as a plump man dressed in fine robes and a swollen eye approached him hesitantly. “Filthy ingrate,” he said and spat on Gaara. The prince saw red as he lunged for the disgusting pig that dared sully his person.

“Who the fuck would be grateful at this…” he paused as if looking for the word, all the while his teeth bared in a snarl. “most hospitable treatment,”

Ignoring his comment, the handler said “Well little prince, I hope you enjoy the filth on your body currently as you will spend the rest of your miserable life in sties if I have anything to say about it. Which I do?” and he walked off with an arrogant look upon his face

The prince gave away nothing. He did not fear anything and he would face whatever the fates had planned for him with courage as had been beaten into him from infancy. And s he huddled into the corner ignoring the cold that attacked his naked flesh and awaited with silence and patience.

“But Sasukeeee! I don’t wanna choose one. Can we not and say we did?” A slight whine left the lips of the young prince as he tried his look on his friend. But years of seeing it pulled had taught the silent man immunity and with a bored shrug they entered the almost empty area.

With an air of disdain, Sasuke looked around. The crude building was hardly a place fit for his prince. The sits were old pieces of wood nailed together on a dusty desert floor. Taking the prince down to the front sit they prepared to view the selection. Out came men and women in the dozens. They were all incredibly beautiful yet as they threw looks of seduction to the prince he only blushed and looked away.

“Sasuke I really don’t want to be here. Can we please go now? Please?”

With a resigned sigh he nodded. “Okay dobe. We can go now.”

Getting up, the captain was immediately subjected to a happy glomp from the excited prince. “But I have to pee first okay? I’ll be back in a moment.”

“I’ll go with you.”

A stricken look showed up on the youth’s face. “You do that and I will ensure that you spend the next month in the torture chambers.” He said seriously. He had done it before and well Sasuke remembered it.

“Fine but don’t come crying to me if you get hurt.”

The grin returned as Naruto ran off. “Oops. I forgot to ask him where the bath was. Oh well ill just look around,” he smiled entering the handler’s tent.

Freezing where he was his eyes collided with that of a tied up boy. “Oh hello there. How are you? I’m Prince Naruto, the honoured heir. Why are you tied up like that? Are you in pain? Does that hurt? What’s your name? Are you a slave?” and the questions continued until the boy interrupted him.

“I’m Gaara also a prince. Come here.”

“I don’t think I should…” he said, seriously considering going to him

“Well Prince Naruto, You’re not very diplomatic are you? Were you not taught that you must always greet a fellow heir with a royal handshake?”

A blush tinged the golden youth’s cheeks. He had fallen asleep during that class and so had no way of knowing that the other was not being truthful.

“Ohh of course I knew that! I just forgot that’s all,” and with a happy grin he quickly made his way over to the tied up prince with hand extended. A yelp escaped his lips as he found himself face down in the dirt under the body of the tied up man.