Rustic Servitude
Pairings: SasuNaru, ItaKisa, implied KakaIru, some SasuSaku (There will NOT be any mouth kisses, oral, or penetrative sex between Sasuke and Sakura. This story is SasuNaru.)
Warnings/future warnings: Au, Yaoi, Het, BDSM, D/s, S/M, bondage, slavery, lemon, possible angst, spoilers, OOC, etc.
POV: 3rd Omniscient
Setting: Middle America where there is nothing but farmland and is often referred to as the 'middle of no where'. Present-tense.
Notes: Sasuke is about eighteen-twenty; same for Naruto and Sakura. Itachi is about twenty-three/twenty-five.
Further notes: I was suddenly inspired after reading Slaves and Their Masters by Ougon no Ryu who was inspired by Tepee712's 'Cattle House challenge' which, in turn, inspired me even further, and so this came about. I was also inspired by Hestia's D/s Naruto, and I've been wanting forever to write a D/s story, but I didn't want it to seem like I was just taking Hestia's idea and running with it. I wanted to make something my own even if I'm taking part of Tepee712's idea, I'm infusing things that I've experienced. (All of these mentioned are on adult fanfiction dot net.)

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"You're acting childish."

"This place looks shabby."

"This is where you'll pick out your present," Itachi gestured to the wooden planked building. The building did indeed look 'shabby' as the wood was a discolored gray and splitting in some areas. There was a porch with benches just outside the front door that was trimmed in metal while the rest was glass. The interior didn't look much better than the outside, but looked warm. Outside it was freezing, and there would have been snow if the weather permitted, but today was a dry cold with lax winds that permitted a breeze every now and then.

Sasuke took in his surroundings other than the building that looked about to cave in on itself, the grass around the place grew in sparse patches here and there, but was mostly sandy patches and hollows where there had been puddles or ruts made by automobile tires. A glance to the side of the building revealed curved iron fencing painted a bright orange though the paint was fading, flaking, and dirty. The open area that was fenced and to the side of the building was deserted, but there was a similar area directly behind the structure where noises could be heard. Howling, wailing…it sounded as if this were a sort of livestock exchange.

In short, the place Itachi had taken his little brother looked like a shack with a door that didn't exactly fit the surrounding dismal backdrop that was located in the middle of nowhere.

Sasuke hopped out of his older brother's Dodge Ram 3500, and slammed the passenger door with an overly excessive amount of force. Itachi did not flinch as Sasuke thought he would after attempting to hurt his older brother's 'baby'. This 'baby' was 'brilliant black' with a crystal pearl coat, a quad-cab with chrome accents on wheels, bumper, grille, and grille guard. The interior was decked out in khaki colored leather with black vinyl floor mats, and was kept immaculate.

This truck was a badass that sat high, and was a six-speed stick shift. Essentially it looked too big to any onlooker when noticing the driver, but Itachi's ego would permit no less, and it wasn't as if the truck was just for looks. It was used quite often and if the scraped paint and dents in the bed of the truck was any indication, used quite often. Other than the bed that was in severe need of a bed liner, the truck was flawless.

Itachi gracefully slid from the confines of his 'baby's' cab, and shut the door with ample force, without slamming as Sasuke had.

The parking area only had five vehicles at tops in front of the building that remained a mystery as to what was inside, though it was possible other visitors could have parked on the other side as Itachi had parked on the empty right side of the building to avoid getting the exterior of his 'baby' scratched by some novice driver.

Sasuke scowled at Itachi as he walked to where Sasuke stood near the hood of his truck. His younger brother crossed his arms over his green winter jacket complete with hood and bordering fur around the edges of said hood. It was one of his working coats despite how expensive it looked.

Underneath that coat a plain cotton t-shirt could be seen through the unzipped front, and under that an unseen long sleeved thermal housed the younger Uchiha's body heat. Plain jeans adorned Sasuke's lower half with most likely a matching pair of thermal pants underneath the denim. Lastly, his feet were clad with light brown steel-toe boots.

Itachi wore much the same, though wore a light gray jacket without a hood. His jacket color matched his boots, and he wore a black long-sleeved tee under instead of plain white as Sasuke had.

"Why don't you just tell me what we're here for? I probably won't even like what you have in mind."

"I scoped this place out a while back, and if I know you as I think I do, you'll like it."

"Oh, God. Please don't tell me this is a whore house."

At that Itachi cracked a smile and stepped up onto the porch, "Nothing like that."

Itachi pushed the heavy glass and steel framed doorway open with Sasuke in tow. Inside there was more wood though not as discolored as the outside; it was a rich yellow and brown, depending on the wood grain, with a glossy coating.

Once again Sasuke took in his surroundings. There was another bench like the ones out on the front porch that faced a door much like a stable doorway that was separated in the center in the wall to their immediate left. The top half was pulled away leaving only the bottom to be closed which had some sort of small counter top attached. A woman sat at a desk behind the half door busy with a calculator and several piles of paper stacked and in file folders. She wore glasses, but not much else could be seen.

Itachi leaned against the sort of countertop and touched the top of a bell that alerted the busy woman there were customers present. She stood and both Uchiha brothers noticed she was wearing hot pants and a revealing shirt. Despite the cold outside, it was warm inside so her attire could be explained to an extent, but Sasuke was becoming wary of what Itachi was getting him into, if he was not before.

"We're together."

"Are you aware of wha-"

"Yes," Itachi cut her off.

"Will you need-"

"No," Itachi cut her off again.

She attempted to smile politely, but tension was building in the room as if she was about to blow a gasket any second, "here you go."

The dark headed woman handed Itachi a card on what looked like a popsicle stick with a number printed on the paper. Itachi then turned the opposite way they had come to large wooden double doors with a long rectangular sheet of glass near the middle on each side that ended at the large curved iron handles.

'Rustic' could describe this odd building randomly placed amongst bare trees on farmland that was surrounded by more farmland and more than five hours away from the nearest city and forty-five minutes from the nearest town, but Sasuke couldn't think of what this place could sell that would be a Christmas present from Itachi…

Itachi's hand befell one large iron handle to one of the huge lacquered wood doors and pulled.

Noise immediately assaulted Sasuke's ears causing him to wince as Itachi strode forward into the room that was much larger than the outside led one to believe. Sasuke reluctantly followed his elder brother and finally his eyes saw what this place was all about.

There was stadium seating though in the form of wooden like pews and simple table tops in front of each, on either side and down steps directly in front of the two brothers. The floors were concrete and littered with white sheets of paper.

"It's pretty slow today," Itachi commented as he gazed down into the pit at the back and lowest point of the huge room that was similar to a stage.

Where the seating ended, a fence of the same curved inch wide hollow steal that had been erected outside in the form of a pen, kept the stage of sorts separated from the viewers.

Few people sat while others stood on the outskirts of the fencing down below to get a better look at whatever was there. Unfortunately Sasuke couldn't see until he followed Itachi down the stairs to get closer to the pit. The noise got louder, and as Sasuke looked up above the pit he noticed a man sitting at a desk. He was revealed by a window in the wall above the stage with a microphone to his mouth as he blathered on at an unimaginable speed. The man paused as a door was slammed shut.

Itachi seemed unfazed by all this, but Sasuke was wondering just what this place was exactly. Even if Sasuke had never been to a cattle exchange, this place seemed to be what he pictured when he thought of one.

Their family extended their business to the cattle trade, that was no secret, but they had enough cattle and were more likely to sell than to buy in order to gain profit. Was Itachi going to buy him a heifer to raise? Sasuke honestly didn't need any more responsibilities around their farm, and was content with the work he was already doing even if it wasn't much considering it was the winter months. Or maybe a steer? Sasuke wouldn't mind having fresh steak, hamburger, ribs, roast, etc. That would make a good Christmas present especially for the Christmas feast they would have with all their relatives, but to go to all this trouble?

"Is this a cattle auc-" Sasuke began to question Itachi before a loud crack and a door slamming open drew his attention from his brother to the pit down below where a steel door much like the fencing to the right emitted a person whom stumbled and fell to his knees at the center of the pit that was lined with hay to cover the bare sandy ground. He was nude with his legs spread, arms bound behind his back, and his head bowed. A clothed man followed behind shortly with a whip in his left hand, a long thin pole in his right.

The blathering began again as the nude man with his brunette hair tied back in a high pony tail remained still even as the clothed man tilted his head up for all to see with the thin pole under his chin. If the nudity was shocking the long scar across the bridge of the man's nose was more so for the younger Uchiha.

Sasuke merely sat beside Itachi stunned at the sight before his eyes as the pole was lowered along with the man's head. The pole was then tapped on the man's shoulder twice causing the man to lean back and tense his muscles as he strained to hold the position.

His eyes remained downcast even when the pole lifted his limp penis for all to see, he was completely complacent to this humiliation in front of everyone viewing, it was… astonishing.

"I knew you'd be interested in what this place has to offer," Itachi said over the loud noise of the auctioneer who was currently listing a string of stats about the man kneeling in the pit below for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Sasuke did not hear his brother's comment, instead he watched as the pole was tapped on the man's thigh twice causing him to stand, turn, and bend over to reveal his ass that was previously obscured by his bound hands.

Sasuke's lips parted slightly at that sight, and Itachi lifted his card by its handle.

"One-thousand two-hundred-fifty to number forty-nine"

Another across the room stood and raised his card glancing at Itachi.

"One-thousand five-hundred to number thirty-five"

Sasuke sat transfixed through the next few people that passed through the pit that held everyone's rapt attention. Itachi had lost that brunette to a tall silver haired man for seven-thousand five-hundred to number thirty-five, but Sasuke hadn't really noticed.

Three people passed, two female-one male, and all were perfectly willing that was until one man was thrown through the gate-like door that was slammed open before a person, no, slave came out. The man struggled around the pit getting hay and dirt in his hair and stuck to his body as he tried in vain to stand.

"You BASTARDS!" He yelled at the door that admitted the same clothed man with a pole in his right hand and a whip in his left. The whip cracked down upon the man's back causing him to wail loudly. He was out of Sasuke's line of sight until he was dragged by his bound hands to the center of the pit for all to see. He lay curled on his side with a angry red welt across one shoulder blade to the opposite hip. He received another across the first when he did not assume the standard first position all slaves assumed when they first trot out to be viewed by potential buyers.

He finally turned to be seen as one of his legs swiftly caught under the slave usher's feet causing him to fall flat on his ass. Some spectators mumbled while others laughed outright at the man's plight and the slave's triumph. The slave maneuvered his arms under his rear and moved his legs through the hole they made to bring his hands to his front. He then stood and turned to the audience with his bound hands up in the air with a huge grin on his face.

The slave's tousled blonde hair with bits of hay was dirtied by the sand he had been wallowing in before thwarting his tormenter. Sasuke was amused, but dared not show it on his face and instead remained impassive as Itachi did the same sitting beside him while watching the show presented by such an intriguing slave.

By chance, Sasuke's eyes caught those of the triumphant slave still rejoicing as the slave usher finally gathered his bearings and was on the verge of revenge. Blue eyes caught impossible black and stilled suddenly, gasping silently as he was struck again by the whip ten times harder than he was hit twice previous. For a moment longer those two sets of eyes remained locked even as the slave fell to his knees, but soon his head was shoved forward so that his chin rest on his chest.

The auctioneer started reading off the slave's aspects and such after a long pause when such a rare occurrence of a slaving fighting back became a spectacle for the potential buyers.

After receiving that last blow the blonde didn't put up much more of a fuss, and did exactly what he was supposed to when tapped with the pole once on his shoulder. He assumed the first position, kneeling on his knees in the center of the pit with his legs spread apart and his head down.

The slave usher went through the motions tilting the blonde's head up for everyone to see, but when the others had kept their eyes downcast, he looked straight to where his eyes knew Sasuke would be sitting. A harsh prod to the slave's neck with the thin pole caused the eyes to advert as soon as they lifted to touch Sasuke's intent gaze.

Two taps of the pole on the blonde's tanned shoulder after allowing the slave's head to tilt back down caused him to arch his back, but his large hands hid any view of his genitals. A slap of the pole to those cupped hands resolved that slight conflict soon enough though as the slave raised his bound arms to his chest under his chin to expose himself.

"Hands above your head," the slave usher ordered and the slave complied stretching his arms far above his head. Each muscle under golden skin rippled with the movement and aided to his unrealistic appeal. Sasuke felt as if he were dreaming, and he hadn't even let his vision touch the proof of the man's masculinity, but when it did his right hand clenched painfully onto Itachi's knee.

"See something you like little brother?"

Sasuke could only nod. At this Itachi raised his card by its handle.

"A thousand to number forty-nine."