"Goddamn it! I get it!" Florian gripped as his body was tossed mercilessly on to the floor for the hundredth time.

He'd simply been running an errand for his patron and on his way back down the street, he'd spent too much time looking in the windows of little shops and the sun had begun setting. When he was grabbed and blind folded. He was aware that he'd been put into a car and taken in the direction away from Noir.

There was defiantly a man twice the blonds size and another some what older. Florian had been listening as best he could to their conversation after he'd settled down a little, and guessed the other man was in his 40's if not 50's. The other man sounded quiet stupid, but Florian had the bruises to prove that he was not to be messed with. Florian had not simply let himself be caught, however, he'd put up the best fight he could against the giant and only ended up ding more damage to himself than to the behemoth. Florian had safely inferred that they were talking about him, when he caught a glimmer of their conversation, something that Florian would be doing in a couple of days.

When they finally reached they're destination. Florian was man handled like never before than finally thrown into the cold dungeon he now lays in.

After the heavy door was slammed shut Florian wriggled out of his restraints (which he'd gotten pretty good at doing by now.) He sat up and removed his blind fold only to have his eyes meet dead darkness. He waited a minute for his eye's to adjust before he looked around; he was able to make out a bed against one wall and the huge door against the other. He crawled over to the bed and lifted his sore body unto it. He had no idea how to get out of here, who those people were, or what they intended to do to him. All he did know was that Noir would be furious. He pulled his legs up to his chest to try and comfort himself before drifting into a restless sleep.

Noir looked up at his fancy-golden clock for the 12th time in half an hour. It was already dark out and his favorite little trouble maker wasn't home yet. He put his sock covered feet up on his desk and lit up. Running his fingers through his midnight tresses he puffed out a great deal of smoke and reached for the phone. He'd done this every time he lit a new cigar. He wanted to call the manager of the shop that Florian was at to tell him to send the blond home, but he didn't want to sound paranoid, so he set the phone down again. Looking at his ash tray, he squished his fresh cigar ready to give up and just try and go to bed forgetting about Florian. (of course he new he couldn't just forget him) so he sat there hands folded in front of him, as he leaned close to the phone, like if he stared hard enough it would ring and tell him what the hell was keeping Florian.

"If your that edgy than you should just call!"

"Shit! Lila!" Noir jumped about a foot out of his chair in surprise.

"I'm going to bed," she said plainly before closing the door and leaving.

"Don't you know how to knock woman!?" he shouted back at her. 'Damn, she's right I should just call.' Finally being told to do so gave Noir the extra push to pick up the phone and dial.

"Aiiy! Who the bloody hell is calling me at this hour?" the store owner complained.

"Hey, sorry it's me, Ray."

"Ray? What do you want?"

"Is Florian still there?"

"Who?"

"Florian. The man I sent to pick up my books."

"Oh yeah him. He left hours ago, heh heh maybe that pretty lil' thing got himself lost."

'Hours ago!?' "Um… yeah thanks." He lied and hung up the phone. He shot out of his chair, slipped his shoes back on, and grabbed his coat n his way out the door in to the night air.

Beams of harsh light attacked amethyst eyes. trying to block the light with his hand Florian sat up, squinting in the direction the offending light was coming before the arm he'd put up to protect himself was used to pull him of his little bed. He hit the floor unexpectedly, and was dragged out in the hall. His eyes still hadn't adjusted so he couldn't see were he was being dragged but he knew the huge man from yesterday was the one doing it. Finally he saw him open a steel door at the end of the hall way, and was pulled up a set of stairs.

"What the hell are you doing with me!? I demand an answer." Florian screamed. The man stopped, looked down at the blond and struck his large hand across his pale cheek.

"Keep quite or I'll snap that purdy neck of yours." He threw Florian up the rest of the stairs and in to velvet furnished room. The door slammed behind him, Florian turned on the floor to see the burly man clearly for the first time. His tanned skin was horribly scarred, his mouth was more like a toothless hole in his head and his ears tuck off his bald head like leaves.

"Violet." Florian turned to face the other direction. A fat ball of a man, dressed in heavy silks, sat in a throne-chair smoking a huge cigar. "I've been waiting for some thing like you to come my way."

Florian recognized his voice as the other man in the car when he'd been brought here. The fat man struggled to get out of the chair a moment before walking close to Florian, who sat like a scolded puppy on the floor.

"Forgive me if I don't tell you my name but it really won't matter." He opened up a box on the table to his left and took out a photography camera. He gestured for the bear-man to take it, and continued to walk near Florian. He turned to make sure his over sized servant was almost done setting up the camera before looking Florian in the eye and saying, "Now we can do this the easy way or Raudrick can make this very unpleasant for you. You can choose, either way, I expect you to be naked in the next 2 minutes."

Florian's eyes widened in horror, Raudrick cracked his knuckles and Florian snapped out of his shocked state. His mind was numb he had no idea what to do. Unfortunately his mind was made up for him when the fat man muttered, "Thought so, the pretty ones always put up a fight. Raudrick!"

The huge man picked up Florian with easy and striped him like a doll. Florian instinctively fought back, but with out prevail. He was tossed unto the velvety imitation of a bed room. Raudrick placed himself behind the fake elegant back bored and took hold of Florian's arms, so that his back was pressed against the wood. Florian drew his legs up to try and guard himself as he heard the first click of the camera. He turned his head away as he felt tears flow down his cheeks.

Raudrick was twisting his arms in painful positions trying to get him to move in to provocative positions. 'Noir, help me.. .'

It'd been two days now and no word from Florian; Noir was in hell with worry and anger. He sat at his desk as usual, but the look he wore behind his screen of smoke was deadly. He'd checked the grounds so many times he'd memorized every nook-and-cranny, he checked all of Florian's favorite places to go and even went around town to ask people if they'd seen him, yet nothing. He was so deep in thought that he'd barley noticed Lila walk in with the mail.

She was worried too but showed no real concern as she sorted thought the mail. Noir watched her expression change as she read the various addresses. Her eyebrows rose as she read the title of a catalogue they'd received, her dark cheeks gained a rare shade of pink.

"What?" Noir asked in curiosity. Startled she turned the magazine around to show that it was no ordinary book but yet another invitation to yet another party. This one happened to be a masquerade auction for the wealthy, which he got quiet often, but this one just so happened to be auctioning people. A very voluptuous woman with black hair was posing naked on the front.

"Oh…" Noir replied almost sorry he asked. Lila leaned on her hip as she flipped through. "Lila!!"

"What? The cover says "Prized man, Violet" I want to see him."

Noir turned away from his perverted little worker to look out the window and to think about Florian again. His thoughts were yet again interrupted by Florian's little boy.

"Lila that show you've been waiting for is on now." Noel said as he peeked his head in. "Okay coming. Here Noir I'll leave this here so you can… "Relive some stress." I know you're probably all strung out with out Florian to help you," she teased as she scurried out of the room.

"I'm not like you!" He threw the magazine at the closed door as he yelled. Not in the mood to fight he lit up and rocked back in his chair. After a while he spun around in frustration and landed facing the door. His eyes drifted to the open periodical on the floor. The man in the picture had won himself a full page with his picture, but from what Noir could see he didn't look too thrilled to be featured there. Not paying anymore mind to the porn on the floor, he picked up a map of the city again to rethink the places he'd visited. After about 20 minutes he heard fast little foot steps coming toward the door again. 'Who could that be, can't they just leave me alone. It's only been 20 minutes…. Wait 20 minutes that's the maximum of Noel's attention span!!'

When he heard the knob of the door start to turn Noir did the first thing that came to mind to keep the boy out, he threw the map at the door. He heard the child scream in surprise on the other side. "Go away brat." Noel started to cry and ran away cursing Noir (using words he had learned from Noir himself). The man sighed in relief and got up to pick up the book and the map on his floor. Lila had bad enough opinions of his sexuality he didn't need the boy spreading rumors about him either.

He picked up the book and let his eyes slide down to the picture to see what he'd been looking at earlier. "Violet…" he whispered. What he saw almost made his heart stop. "Lila!!" he screamed as he sprinted out the door. He continued to yell her name as he ran all the way up her room. He busted through her door at full speed.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" she asked casually not even looking away from the screen. "I – I found him-," he panted. "What? Were?!" He held up the picture of the struggling blond. Both looked at each other in horror.

"Florian…"

Florian had figured out from the cook, who brought him his daily gruel and bread; he was going to be sold to the highest bidder. He also figured out it'd been 2 weeks since he was abducted. The auction was tonight and Florian was sure he was close to death. He hadn't eaten hardly anything he was given and now his body was paying for it. He knew he'd lost weight, which in his case could get dangerous. Today however Florian did eat, (the bread at least he had know idea what the glob of steaming green glue on the tray even was.) He had thought even if his buyer was some one bigger than him he would need every once of energy he had to escape.

The first couple of days after he knew about the auction he had dreamed Noir would show up and out bid every one. But after a week passed he thought Noir was too hung up on money to even pay the entrance fee. Tears escaped his eyes as he ate his cold bread. He hated Noir for not coming to get him by now, this was his fault anyway.

'I'm never running errands again for him.' He stopped eating and cried harder. 'That is if I ever see him again.' His sulking thoughts were interrupted by the now familiar sound of Raudrick coming to get him. When the door opened harsh light engulfed the blond. When Florian looked up as if to ask 'what?' the man sneered, "Bath time."

Florian was dragged out of his small room and down the opposite end of the hall than last time and through several doors to a large bathing room. The burly man must have gotten a kick out of throwing people smaller than him because he never left Florian to enter a room he always tossed him.

"You have an hour before it's your turn on stage." With that he left locking the door behind him.

Florian pulled himself off the floor and looked around. The tiles were a soft baby blue and the pre-filled bath looked like a hot-porcelain heaven. He took off what little clothing he'd been left with and started to wash. He scrubbed his body seeing just how much damage he'd done to himself, his ribs were easily visible, and skin was even more pale than usual. After he felt clean he slid into the bath tub with a sigh. Being handled by Ruadrick and sleeping on that paper on stilts that was his bed had made his body feel like he rolled down a rocky hill. He lay in the tube for a long time thinking about how he might escape from his new-soon-to-be-owner. When he decided that he was royally fucked he slipped out of the bath and started to towel off.

'I'll play it by ear and see what happens,' he thought which was really just an easier way of saying your going to become a sex toy weather you like it or not. When Raudrick came back for him he had already brushed his hair and put his clothes back on. Raudrick saw him sitting by the door and simply snickered and motioned for him to come Florian new it was useless to run from him and Raudrick seemed to know this to, he made no motion to grab him until they reached a pair of elaborate double doors.

Florian heard a strange noise, like a faulty motor, running on the other side. Raudrick turned to face him with that grin that made him look stupider than usual plastered to his scared face. He grabbed hold of Florian's shirt and ripped it off. The second Florian started to protest the man wrapped his tree trunk like arm around his fragile neck and pulled off his pants as well, not letting him go, even as he entered the huge auditorium room. The man who had been making the strange noise stood at a podium and said in a flowing high voice, "Awe, and this one I have been waiting for all night."

This was the last thing Florian saw and heard before his vision went black.

Noir had had a great difficulty making his reservation for tonight. He'd been invited to a countless number of these "anonymous" parties but never attended. It took him a week to finally get a date on when to show up and he received the address the morning of the auction.

He wore his cape and a black and red silk tuxedo. His mask was a purple butterfly lined with amethysts, which had attracted many eye's as he walked through the main vestibule of the auction hall. He felt so out of place, every conversation he heard as he walked by was about some form of prostitution. He felt his stomach tighten in anxiety as he heard bits of these horrific stories and could only think of his delicate Florian in those situations. He walked faster toward the attraction hall just wishing the night was over with and he and Florian were back at home.

He took a seat in the back of the small room. He anxiously watched the other aristocrats file in until finally the lights dimmed a little, making the silk decorated room look even more sensual than it already had. The host stepped out on the stage. He was a horridly fat man who waddled when he walked and was sweating profusely under the spot light of the stage.

"Welcome honored guest, before we begin let me remind you, all purchases are made untraceable and anonymous. There will be small intermissions between items so if you with to leave and see you prize after you win you may due so. No one is allowed to leave the premises till the auction is over and no prizes will leave tonight either. You will be given information on how to receive them after the bidding. Now with that said let the night commence!"

The hall held a dull roar of gloved applause for a moment before the auctioneer came out and introduced the first 'item.' She was the girl from the cover Noir recognized. Still naked she flaunted her body like a pro and was sold for a fair amount. The next was a terrified brunet with very little physique. Noir lit up while she was being sold which the auctioneer took as a hand. She went twice before some one doubled Noir's "bet." The auctioneer looked to Noir as he rattled off her final price, the black haired man held a dead stare, and the auctioneer disappointedly sold her for half the price of the first women. 6 items and 4 cigars (which were lit between bets) later, the auctioneer looked over excitedly to introduce the next item. "Awe and this one I have been waiting for all night."

The audience leaned forward with renewed enthusiasm. A huge man entered the stage slowly; he seemed to be pulling something. Suddenly there was a strangled scream and the man tossed what he'd been fighting on the wooden stage loosing his balance. The young man made a grab for the blind fold over his eyes but his hands were wrenched away before he could get it. The big man held both the smaller man's hands behind his back with one massive fist. He forced the blond on to his knees into a kneeling position. The smaller man fought until his legs were pushed apart to display himself to the audience.

"Florian…" Noir whispered. The blond hung his head as he heard the silent murmurs of admiration from the people in the audience.

"We'll start the bidding at 500,000 dollars" instantly money started to burn like wild fire. Noir waited till the bets started to disperse a little before he stated to bet. Finally it was down to Noir and a man who had already bought 2 ladies and a man. The other man stood up in frustration as Noir calmly out-bid him again.

"900,000!" he shouted.

"900,000, going once, going twice, going thr-"

"1 million," Noir barley opened his eyes as he muttered the price. He heard whispers in the audience and Florian choked on his cries on the stage and the other man across the room swore a Noir before seating himself again. "Violet has been sold for 1 million dollars to the man in the amethyst mask."

Florian screamed in protest as soon as the word sold had been dropped in the room. He was forcefully dragged off the stage by the big man. Noir got up to leave the room but was stopped by the host.

"I hope you aren't done Butterfly." Noir turned to face him, "I just spent 1 million dollars on a man, I need a drink."

This jest got a healthy gale of laughter that ended further argument. Noir left the room quietly but as soon as the doors closed behind him he sprinted to the place were he could see his 'prize.' The huge man that had been on the stage showed him to the door; before they entered the man asked if he wanted him to come in too.

"No."

"'Kay but he's a fighter, here's the key to his chain." Noir entered only to be greeted with a pillow to the face. Florian was livid. His eyes were deep purple with rage and he was panting dangerously on the elegant bed that he was chained to.

"Ya' sure you don't want me to-"

"Leave." The door shut behind Noir. The black haired man just stood there staring at what had become of Florian. He looked starved on staged but in the dim lighting in here he looked dead. As Noir took in his naked form Florian realized that he was binging examined and curled himself up into a ball in the corner of the bed a cried silently. He started to whisper something to quiet for Noir to make out. He slowly closed the distance to sit on the edge of the bed and leaned close to the scared man.

"Noir..." Florian whispered. "Noir save me..."

"I'm here." Noir whispered back. Florian's sob's broke as he looked up slowly with angry eyes, "how dare you," he said through gritted teeth, "you'll never be half the man Noir is!" he cried trying to hit he man leaning close to him.

Noir dodged the punch and caught his arm drawing Florian it a tight embrace. "Florian it really is me," he said. He loosened his grip on the blond as soon as he stopped struggling. His eyes were filled with tears as he looked in to the familiar green depths for the first time in weeks. He slowly raised his shaking hands to untie the mask around his saviors face. He carefully undid the string and let the mask fall. A beautiful smile lit his gaunt face, "Noir."

He threw him self in the strong, warm embrace waiting for him. Sobbing uncontrollably into Noir's shoulder he pressed his freezing body against the heat of the other man. "I dreamed that you would come for me."

"Oh, Florian, what have they done to you?" He snuggled his face into the soft blond tresses, squeezing him tighter. After a moment of just holding each other Florian gently slid himself into Noir's lap, who welcomed him by running his fingers through his hair. Lying is head on the broad chest of his patron Florian finally let out a shaky sigh of relief before letting go into the darkness.

Porn on the floor it still makes me laugh