Bought

It smelled like sex. The club was dark and warm, until the lights above the stage came to life in a vivid array of colors. There were dozens of them, ripe and ready for purchase. They marched across the stage in their skimpy clothing. (The thickest pieces of fabric must have been the black collars they were all wearing.) Some were even dressed with tails and cat ears.

The crowd clapped and whistled as the group trotted on the platform. A red-headed man wearing all black stepped onto the stage holding a microphone.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to tonight's auction! I'm sure that these boys," he motioned toward the captives on stage, "are as happy to see you as I am."

Another round of applause followed the brief announcement and then the bidding began. It went by age.

First were the young children, give or take five to ten, all being purchased to be someone's little pet. They were dressed in large shirts and socks. Nothing else, save for the collar. Most of the boys were crying, their prices were higher than those who weren't weeping.

Next, the pre-teens were brought back on stage. Now there were whistles from the crowd as the boys were marched out. They wore shirts cut at the chest and tight short shorts. Their collars even had bells on them, a few even had tails on.

And, finally, the teens. All the boys marched out in nothing but boxers and their collar. But, in this group, there was one that really stood apart from the rest. Blonde hair and blue eyes always sold very high. This particular boy set a new record for highest price, actually. Even though the people in the crowd were all very wealthy, not many could afford this. But, one man could, and he did. The blonde boy would be a present for his son. It would be a wonderful Christmas tomorrow morning.

At the end of the auction, all those who had purchased a "pet" went behind the stage and were given their purchases. There were even bows put on the boys who had been sold.

The man with dark hair walked up to the blonde and patted his head, like he was a dog or something. "You're coming home with me, boy." He spoke softly as he wrapped his arm around the blonde's shoulder. The boy looked away, disgusted and afraid.

The two walked out through the back of the club, where a polished black car waited, engine idling and driver at the wheel.

It was December, and it was cold as hell. Snow drifted down from the sky and all the boy could do was shiver and wrap his arms around himself. Shoe less and wearing only boxers. Not a good deal.

"Good evening, Mr. Uchiha, I see the auction went well." The driver stepped from the car and opened the back door for the man who patted his shoulder as he slid into the car. The blonde almost jumped into the car, trying to get his bare feet out of the snow.

The Uchiha smiled at the boy's red skin and how he shivered and shrank against the high-end fabric of the seat.

"Sasuke will absolutely love you."