"W-what the fuck are you doing! Let go! Do you have any idea who the fuck you've got your filthy hands on?"

Strands of his long, blonde hair were falling in front of his ice blue eyes, which were full of hate and confusion. He struggled furiously against the men holding him, trying to get away. When his father heard about this, whoever these bastards were, they'd regret ever being born!

One of the men laughed, sending shivers up the young bombers spine.

"He's a fine one...and feisty too. He'll sell good. If this doesn't cover the debt, nothing will!"

"What...what are you talking about? Unhand me! When my father hears about this..."

Another laugh ripped through the air, stilling the teen.

"When your father hears...ha! He's the one doing all of this!"

"Y-you're lying!"

His voice rose and hitched, not wanting to believe his own father would do something like this.

"Why would I lie? Are you really that stupid? You know your father owes our boss a hell of a lot of money. Since he can't pay the debt, he's giving you to our boss to sell as way of payment for the debt. Chances are, not only will boss get his money back, but he'll make extra. Boss gets money, and your father gets his debt paid, and gets rid of a worthless son. It's a win-win or everyone. Well, except for you."

"No! No that's not fucking true! He...he'd never..."

"What are you whining about now, Deidara?"

The young teen looked up at his father's voice, his entire body relaxing at the sight of the man in front of him. He thought for sure he was saved.

"Dad! Thank Kami; they're trying to convince me that you're giving me away to settle a debt! Stop them!"

His father's piercing blue eyes stared back at him, cold and empty.

"So this will settle everything I owe? No matter his selling price?"

"That was the agreement. But I think Boss'll be pleased. He should sell high."

"I wouldn't count on it. He's not worth that much. But if you really think so, I suppose I'm not one to say anything."

"D-dad? What are you talking about? Make them let me go! Please! Dad! Dad!"

The graying elder turned and walked out, ignoring his son's desperate pleads.

"Alright shut your trap you annoying brat."

A rag was forced over his nose and mouth and his body went limp as he fell into unconsciousness...

He'd been to so many of these auctions, that he'd lost count. He'd never bought a single thing, even though he'd been coming for years. It was just something to do when he was bored, and these things could actually be quite amusing sometimes, watching these idiots gamble ridiculous prices for ridiculous things.

He wasn't planning on going tonight, but discovering that his refrigerator was at a complete loss of alcohol, and the Auction club gave free drinks to paying members, he went anyway. It had been a stressful day, and Madara Uchiha needed some drinks. Badly.

Tonight was just like every other night that he came to the club. Item after item was brought out, nothing catching his eyes.

The occasional human was brought out on the stage, naked, chained, and severely drugged. Every single one was incredibly good looking, Madara had to admit, but none of them really peaked his interests.

Until tonight.

"The next item up for bid is a 17 year old Japanese male..."

He was brought another drink which he sipped on lazily, watching the stage where he new the next item would be brought out.

"We've confirmed that his back is virginal, and he has no diseases. Of course, you can always check for yourself."

His eyes widened in shock when two men dragged the heavily sedated blonde boy out onto the stage. His eyes wandered over the exposed, pale flesh, transfixed by the seemingly flawless body.

"If you'll have a look at his face, you'll see that he has fine features, and shocking blue eyes."

The boy's eyelids were only half open due to the heavy drug, but the beautiful blue color was clear as his head was forced up.

Madara was completely drawn in by the young boy, unable to help himself from liking the way the chains on his wrists and neck looked on him.

"He's a nice size for his age, and it really draws his entire body together."

His face was released, and the two men who brought him on stage took hold of his legs and pulled them apart, revealing what was between them. Several members of the audience gasped and snickered, liking what they saw.

Madara had never really thought about his sexuality, it not ever being much of a concern for him. Now, he didn't care one way or the other what gender the kid on the stage was. He wanted him.

"I'll start the bidding at 20 million Ryo..."

He was hesitant to even place a bid, knowing that the price would skyrocket. The boy was indeed a fine piece of merchandise.

"...75 million!"

Madara bit his lip as the price went up, bid after bid, just as he new it would. Not like money was really a problem for him.

"100 million!"

Ouch.

"160 million ryo!"

This was ridiculous.

"And I have a bid of 175 million ryo! Any further bids? No? Once, twice, sold for-"

The auctioneer was only seconds away from slamming the gavel onto his desk, determining the auction over, and the boy would have slipped through Madara's finger. Almost subconsciously, he placed a bid.

"200 million Ryo!"

The raven haired man stood up suddenly, placing his bid right before the auction was sealed.

"I-it seems we have another bid folks! Any other offers? Going once, twice, sold to the gentleman for 200 million Ryo!"

Madara sat back down slowly, the rest of the night seeming to go by in a blur. When all of the evening's items had been sold, the auctioneer instructed everyone who made a winning bid to come backstage and pay for their item. The drug lord stood up and headed backstage, almost in a daze.

"Ah Madara-San! I must admit, I was honestly shocked when I realized it was you who placed such a high bid! Might I ask, what drew you to this item?"

Madara was silent for a moment.

"Everything about him."

"I see. Well that makes me happy to hear! I was beginning to wonder if you were searching for a specific item after you'd been here for so long, and never once placed a bid."

"No. I just never saw anything that I absolutely had to have until tonight. He's perfect."

"Indeed sir. Well, it's 200 Ryo, plus the extra for tax, which brings your total to..."

Madara was hardly paying attention to what the man was saying, his eyes wandering over his purchase when they brought him out.

"Cash or check sir?"

"Cash."

Madara set his briefcase on the desk in front of him, opening it swiftly to reveal that it was full of nothing but Ryo. He counted out the money he owed and handing it over.

Hardly a dent was made in the brief case, but for some odd reason, it felt much lighter when Madara closed it back up and removed it from the desk. He knew it was all in his head, but he didn't spend this much that often. He was a greedy bastard, he would admit.

"Would you like for someone to carry your item out for you?"

Madara nodded silently and headed for his car, one of the workers following him, carrying the boy who was still in the chains, but was now wearing a white bath-robe.

It looked damn good on him.

The drive home seemed longer than usual, and Madara found himself looking in his rearview mirror and the boy in his back seat. He looked so innocent...

He pulled into his driveway and turned the car off, looking at his house for a moment. It was pretty big, but it wasn't a mansion. He had no need for such a huge house. It was a waste of money.

He carried the still unconscious boy into the house and headed for his room, laying the boy on the bed.

He stood by the bed, watching his new slave for awhile, wondering when he'd wake up. Madara was eager to see what the boy was like.

After a little while, he exited the room and headed for the kitchen, making himself some fresh coffee then sitting at the table where he started to work on his finances. It's not like the 200 million Ryo really did any damage to his financial situation, but he still considered it a great loss. It wasn't often he spent money like that.

A couple of hours had gone by, but the drug lord wasn't paying any attention to time; although it was getting pretty late as he was feeling himself getting more tired.

He jumped when he heard a loud crash, his head snapping towards the direction of his room. That boy must've woken up or something.

He slowly stood up, heading straight for his bedroom, throwing the door open and switching on the light. The first thing he saw was the blonde haired teen on his hands and knees on the floor, one hand holding his head tightly. The next thing he noticed was that the lamp that had been on the nightstand next to the bed was also on the floor, the light bulb that was in it shattered on the hardwood floor.

Madara sighed and walked towards the young boy, who looked up sharply. His expression was full of confusion and fear, and those feelings were confirmed as the boy scrambled backwards, trying to get away from the man approaching him.

Madara couldn't help but be slightly amused by this, especially when the kid's back hit the bed and he just sat there, staring up at the elder like a deer stuck in headlights.

Deidara didn't remember allot after the rag was forced over his mouth. He vaguely remembered waking up at one point, completely naked, chained to a bed. There were a few people in the room, but they didn't seem to be paying attention to him. He didn't have the strength to say anything and he soon passed out again. The next time he woke up, a pill was forced down his throat, and almost immediately after the drug started to take effect, he was dragged out onto a stage. He couldn't process what anyone was saying, the lights were too bright, and the figures in front of him were incredibly blurry, but he knew that he was naked and he didn't like it. He tried to protest when he legs were forced open, but he found that he couldn't make a single sound. He heard people snickering and it made him uncomfortable. He just wanted to go home. The last thing he remembered before drifting back into unconsciousness was someone shouting 200 million Ryo, and then he was dragged back off the stage.

This time he woke up in another strange room, wearing only a bathrobe. At least he had something to cover him up a little. He sat up quickly and immediately regretted it. His hands flew to his skull, holding it tightly as pain washed through his head. He whimpered softly, trying to process what had just happened.

And then he remembered his father, and he had to get back home! Surely there was a mistake. His father wouldn't just get rid of him like that. Maybe he sold Deidara, with the intentions of getting him back once the debt was paid. That had to be it, the boy decided.

It was at that moment he decided that now would be a good time to leave, even though he was pretty much half naked and had no clue where he was.

He climbed out of the bed, moving too quickly. His legs still weren't completely stable from the drugs, and they gave out on him. He reached out for the night stand, but brought his hand down on the lamp, knocking it over. When it hit the hardwood floor of the bedroom, the bulb shattered. Deidara sat there on his hands and knees, shaking and panting, the robe slipping off of his shoulders. For the first time in his life, he admitted to himself that he was scared.

And then he heard a door open. He looked up to see a tall man with tan skin, thick, dark hair, and broad shoulders. He took one look into those dark eyes and froze. He felt like a mouse caught in the gaze of a snake.

The stranger started walking towards him and he panicked, being he had very limited mobility and he desperately tried to escaped by crawling back. He started trembling when his back hit the bed and he had nowhere to run.

"You must be stupid. Trying to walk after being so heavily drugged. Or trying to escape. I'm assuming that's what you were aiming for. Well you're doing a horrible job, making such a racket."

Deidara didn't say anything as the deep voice hit his ears. He just continued to sit there, unable to look away from the other man's gaze.

"You got a name kid? Or perhaps I should name you myself? I don't think you'd like that very much though."

Madara watched the boy sit there and tremble, a little irritated by his silence, although he supposed he couldn't really blame the kid. His attention was soon drawn to the white bathrobe falling from the boy's shoulders, exposing his pale chest. He stepped closer to the teen and reached down, lifting the boy up and placing him back on the bed.

Deidara tensed when Madara's arms came out to him, almost afraid of what those strange hands would do. He instinctively reached out and covered himself with the blanket once he was set back on the bed, shaking.

"Here, how about I tell you my name, and then you tell me your name, and we can go from there."

Deidara managed to nod his head once, still staring at the stranger who was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"My name is Madara. Not like it really matters though, because I want you to call me Master."

Deidara froze up when he heard this. Master? His heart started pounding in his chest again, and he gripped the blanket tightly. He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"And your name is...?"

"D-Deidara..."

Even the boys name sounded perfect to him.

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it? Alright, Deidara. Let me explain to you what just happened. For whatever reason, you ended up at an auction house, and you were sold to the highest bidder, which was me. Therefore you now belong to me to do with whatever I want. I won't allow insolence, so if you're one of those rebellious, I think I'm so bad ass type of teenager, you better get over that pretty quick. I expect you to do exactly what I say, when I say it, no questions, comments, and no complaints. Do you understand what I've just told you?"

Boy did Deidara understood perfectly well, and he felt as if he was going to die.

"M-my father..."

"Hm?"

"My father...he'll never let you touch me. He'll come get me and take me back home. He won't let you keep me."

"Oh is that so? He won't let me? I won't be allowed? Really? We'll just see about that."

It looked to Madara like he'd spent 200 million Ryo on a living, breathing, headache.

But headaches were the funest to train.

He trailed a finger across the metal collar around the boy's neck, smirking. He reached his hands out to Deidara and forced the bathrobe from the smaller, pale body, much to the teen's discontent.

"Stop it!"

"Shut your mouth before I find something to occupy it."

He pushed Deidara on his back on the bed, ripping the blanket away from his small frame. Deidara trembled as he felt the cool air of the room hitting his once again, naked body.

"I find it hard to believe that another man hasn't tried to fuck you yet. But then again, I'm ok with that."

"Get your hands off me!"

"What did I tell you about your mouth?"

"Screw you asshole! Don't fucking touch me!"

Madara smirked. This was going to be more entertaining than he thought. He quickly undressed himself, tossing the clothes aside.

"Oh trust me, I plan on it. In the meantime, I think I need to teach you what happens when you run your mouth."

He grabbed a fistful of Deidara's hair, pulling the teen up on his knees, in front of him. He pushed the blonde's head down to his erect cock, giving a simple demand:

"Suck."

"Oh hell no! That is NOT happen- ngh!"

While the angry teen had his mouth open, Madara shoved his head down over his cock, forcing Deidara to deep throat him immediately.

"Now suck it or I'll fuck you dry. And trust me, you do not want that."

Deidara had half a mind to bite the bastard, but the elder seemed to know what he was thinking.

"And you better watch what you do with those teeth or I'll rip them out one by one."

Violent bastard.

Swallowing back his pride and disgust, Deidara did as he was told. His tongue slid along the underside of Madara's cock as he started to bob his head up and down, the elder still having a firm grip on the back of his head.

"Shiit..."

Madara groaned, closing his eyes for a moment. It had been a little while since the last time he'd had any real action. It wasn't his first time having a slave by any means. He just only wanted high quality items. When he got bored of something, he got rid of it.

Deidara squeezed his eyes shut and continued what he was doing, trying hard not to cry. He didn't want to give this bastard that pleasure. He'd never been through anything like this before in his life, and it was humiliating.

It didn't take too much longer for Madara to loose it and he came in Deidara's mouth.

"Swallow it. All of it."

He commanded. Deidara tried to pull away, determined to do no such thing, but Madara had different ideas. He slammed Deidara's head back down, keeping a firm grip on the blonde locks.

"Did you not hear me? I told you to swallow it." He growled.

Still fighting back tears, the blonde did as he was told.

"Good boy."

Madara smirked, finally allowing his new toy to lift his head.

Deidara instantly wiped his mouth, wishing he had some water or something to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. He hugged himself, thinking it was over.

But once again, Madara had different ideas.

"Get on your back."

"Why?"

Smack!

"What did I tell you about asking questions?"

One of Deidara's hands flew to his cheek in surprise and he stared up at the raven haired man, saying nothing. Madara lifted his hand again.

"Answer me bitch! What did I tell you about asking questions?"

"N-not to.."

Deidara replied meekly, looking into his lap.

"What? I can't hear you."

"Y-you told me not to ask questions.."

"Then why the fuck did you disobey me?"

"I-I forgot..."

"Well then maybe I should teach you not to forget. Now do as you're told and get on your back."

Deidara nodded and shifted his legs, laying on his back.

"Now spread your legs."

"No!"

"What did you just fucking say?"

Deidara shook with fear at the tone of voice Madara was using and he decided not to say it again.

"Nothing. I-I didn't say anything.."

"Well you're not doing anything either. What am I going to have to do about it?"

"Nothing. I-I'm doing it."

He spread his legs apart, squeezing his eyes shut.

"I was going to prepare you, but it looks like I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson."

Positioning himself behind Deidara, Madara pushed the boy's legs up and thrusted fully into him without warning.

Deidara threw back his head and let out a sharp cry, tears finally starting to stream down his face.

"Just be glad you gave me that blow job, other wise it would have hurt a hell of a lot more."

Madara said, smirking.

"Please, take it out! I-it hurts! Please!"

"At least you're learning manners."

He started to pull out, and right before the tip was removed and Deidara's hopes rose, Madara slammed all the way back in, earning himself another sharp cry of pain.

"Sorry, not today. I was going to take it easy on you, since you're a virgin and all, but if I let you off every time you get on your back and beg, you'll never learn now will you?"

Relentlessly, Madara continued to pull almost all the way out, then slam himself back in, over and over again, gradually picking up speed.

Deidara continued to cry and plead with the man above him to stop, but his only response was Madara's continuing to thrust into him. Tears were streaming down his face, and he wondered why this was happening to him. What had he done that was bad enough for him to deserve this?

What had he done to make his father want to get rid of him?

Madara's fingernails were digging into the blonde's hips, trickles of blood slipping from beneath his nails and down the pale skin. He dipped his head down, teeth latching onto the skin of Deidara's neck and chest, leaving hickies and bite marks in various places more blood dripped from some of the wounds Madara made, and he would occasionally run his tongue along the marks, licking up the red life.

Finally, Madara came inside of the blonde, moaning with contentment. He remained leaning over Deidara for awhile before slowly pulling out and sitting up to look at the work he'd just done, a thin smile over his lips.

Deidara was a mess. Sweat shone on his face, mixing with the tears that were still falling from his eyes. His neck and chest were covered in blood and bruises, and he was shaking like a leaf, eyes squeezed shut. There was blood slowly running down both of his hips from the nail marks, and his ass had been fucked raw.

It was a miracle he hadn't torn.

But then Madara noticed one little problem; the boy hadn't come. In fact, he didn't even have an erection.

Not like he really expected him to. He didn't seem like the type of person to get off from pain. Still, the sole purpose of this was to teach the boy his place through humiliation, and what a better way to humiliate him than forcing him to show that he received pleasure form getting brutally raped?

"Well this is a problem indeed."

Madara hissed, a hand reaching down to Deidara's member, grasping it firmly. He began pumping the shaft, his thumb flicking up to tease the tip, but the boy remained soft.

"Looks like I'm going to have to force you hm?"

He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a pill bottle. Deidara's eyes opened just enough so he could see what Madara was doing, and they widened slightly.

He had a pretty good idea of what kind of pills they were.

"No...Please..."

He choked out, hoping the man would show him at least a bit of mercy.

"Perhaps this will teach you your place."

Madara snickered, popping a pill into his hand and replacing the bottle. He turned to Deidara, giving him another command.

"Open your mouth."

The blonde shook his head slowly, clenching his teeth together.

"You still haven't learned? Things will be twice as bad when you defy me."

He grabbed hold of Deidara's jaw, prying his mouth open and dropping the pill in his mouth. He then closed the boy's mouth, putting his hand over his mouth and nose, preventing him from getting any air.

"You swallow the pill, or you suffocate."

Deidara opted to swallow the pill.

A few minutes later, he began to feel it's effects.

"There we go, that's a good boy."

Madara said, grinning. Tears began flowing freely down Deidara's face again, wishing the erection would go away.

"Now what are you crying for? It looks to me like you're rather enjoying this all."

The raven spat, mocking the blonde. He once again reached down, stroking Deidara's member once again.

It didn't take too long for Deidara to come with the pill's effects, and a pained cry erupted from his throat. His own seed splashed onto his chest, causing his wounds to burn.

"My my. Look at the mess you've made. I supposed we'll have to take a shower. But not tonight. I'll be nice and let you rest awhile." He released Deidara's cock and moved himself from the bed. Instantly, Deidara turned his back towards Madara, curling up into a ball. The elder started to walk away, but then got turned around and walked back over to the bed. He lifted up his foot and kicked forward swiftly, driving his heel into Deidara's back, causing him to roll off of the bed and onto the floor on the other side.

The blonde cried out as he hit the floor, pain jolting through his entire body, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

"You will sleep on the floor tonight. Then tomorrow, you can drag your sorry ass to the other side of the bed and pick up the glass, then we'll take a shower. Got it?"

Deidara nodded meekly. "Yes.."

"Yes what?"

Madara waited for the boy's answer, then grinned at what he heard.

"Yes master."

He tossed a blanket on the floor for Deidara to use and walked over to the door, flicking off the light, then returned to the bed.

"Good boy."...

((LE GASP! D: Poor DeiDei! Bad Madara! Bad! Eh, don't worry. I'm not one for giving spoilers, but thins will get better for everybody's favorite blondie. Eventually. x3 Please review, let me know what you think!))