Xander slid down the wall and hugged his knees to his chest. He stared silently at the door, jumping every time he thought he heard a sound. They had taken his watch so he didn't know how long he'd been in here, but it felt like hours.

He looked around the room but there wasn't anything he'd be able to use as a weapon. The only things in the room were a toilet, sink and shower stall. And a video camera. He knew someone was watching him but he didn't know who.

The men who had grabbed him off of the street hadn't said a word to him. They stuffed him into the car and brought him here. They took his shoes, shirt and watch. At least they left me my pants. Xander thought, staring down at the gray sweats he'd gotten from Tony.

Shit. Tony. He must have found the note by now. He doesn't even know I tried to come back. Fuck. He won't even look for me. I am so screwed. Xander seriously considered pounding his head into the wall until he passed out, but he didn't want to be unconscious when those guys came back. Not that I'd be able to stop them, they're *huge*, I bet they could even kick Buffy's ass. I might pay to see that. Okay, Harris, stop daydreaming. You have to find a way out of this. No one is going to save you this time.

*****

Tony, Ben and Hamid discussed several different courses of action, but all of their plans went out the window when Tony's lawyer called.

"Tony, it's Mike. I've got some bad news. Staci was released from the hospital almost a month ago. And Tony...she's in L.A."

"Dammit. I knew she was involved in this somehow. Okay, thanks, Mike. I get back to you."

"Sure, Tony. Whatever you need."

Tony turned back to his friends. "It's Staci, she's here in L.A. I think we better just play this one straight. There's no telling what she'll do to Xander. The woman is insane."

Ben frowned, something just didn't seem right about this. "Antony, we aren't sure Staci has anything to do with Xander being taken. You, my friend, have many enemies, it could be anyone one of them."

Tony sank back down into the sofa and rubbed his tired eyes. "No one knows about Xander. It's only been two days." He shook his head, "No. It's Staci. It has to be. Xander told me his father was working with the law firm that represented her when I got the restraining order against her. She won't care what happens to the boy. As long as she gets what she wants."

"But what does she want, Antony?" Hamid asked in his soft voice.

"Revenge. She hates me for dumping her. Like I was going to forgive what she did. She undoubtedly set the whole thing up from the beginning."

Hamid gave Antony one of his rare smiles, "Not everything Antony. I doubt she would have been able to make you dream of a boy you had never met. And for him to dream of you? It was meant to be my friend."

"I hope so Hamid. I really do."

*****

Frank Harris' mind was bombarded by images as he made the three hour drive to L.A. Images of his life if the kid screwed this up for him. Broke, homeless and no cute little secretary to suck his cock when ever and where ever he wanted.

He let his mind wander back to the day before, she'd been on her knees enthusiastically tonguing the slit in the head of his cock when he'd pulled her to her feet and bent her over his desk. He'd pulled her dress up to find a black G string. He didn't even take the time to remove it. He simply pulled it to one side and spread the perfectly round globes of her tight little ass. The squeal she'd let loose when he rammed into her tiny little hole still rang in his head. The little cunt loved every minute of it. He chuckled evilly, I wonder if the kid enjoyed getting a hard cock up his ass as much as she did?

Harris felt his cock begin to stir at the thought of Xander being bent over and impaled on DiBlasi's cock. He licked suddenly dry lips, the images in his mind taking over. Xander, screaming and trying to escape the pain while he was held down and fucked. Maybe I should make sure the kid is broken in right. Yeah, loosen him up. DiBlasi probably has a pencil dick. I'll show the kid what it really feels like to be fucked.

The smile stayed on his face the rest of the way to L.A.

*****

The car arrived exactly at 11:30. Tony and his two friends settled themselves into the leather upholstery, Tony lightly holding the silver briefcase containing the money for the auction. He'd brought almost a million dollars. There was no way anyone would out bid him. Xander would be his, and some things were going to change.

*****

A huge man in a three piece suit opened the door to the mansion where the auction was being held. He showed the men into a room where several chairs were arranged in front of a large screen TV and a podium. Most of the seats were already taken. Some by people Antony knew, and for the most part despised. They took seats in the back, wanting to be able to keep an eye on the others. They silently waited for the auctioneer to arrive. At exactly midnight, a slender, older man stepped up to the podium and the auction began.

"Gentlemen and Ladies. Tonight we have several pieces of merchandise to offer. Including one very special piece. A young man, a virgin. One with quite an attitude I might add. Training him will be a real challenge. Ah, I see that has sparked some interest. Before we begin, I must state the rules of the auction. All purchases must be in cash, gold or jewels. And all sales are final. You may take your merchandise as soon as it has been marked either by a brand, tattoo or piercing. That choice is yours. All merchandise must be marked, there will be no exceptions to this rule."

Ben laid a quiet hand on Antony's arm when the other man stiffened. He whispered in his ear, "Calmly, Antony. You can't afford to lose control now. The boy will heal, and he will be safe with you. Marking him is not such a heavy price to pay for his return."

Antony took a deep breath and nodded his head. He'd get through this, and so would Xander.

The auctioneer smiled out at the crowd and picked up a remote from under the podium. He pointed it at the TV and a picture sprang to life. "Let's begin shall we?"

*****

Harris was shown into the mansion and led down into the basement. One long corridor stretched the length of the house, each side holding at least 10 doors. McDonald was waiting in front of the last door on the left.

"Mr. Harris. Punctual I see. Good. Your son is in this room." He started to move away and stopped suddenly. "Mr. Harris. We want no more marks on the boy. It will lower his value. Talk to him, but do not touch. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Good. I'll be seeing you soon Mr. Harris."

*****

Antony sat through the auction of two young women and three men, his anxiety steadily increasing. But these people seemed eager to be purchased. They strutted and posed lewdly for the camera, the more obscenely they acted the higher their price.

Finally, Xander came upon the screen. Antony clenched his teeth when he saw Frank Harris enter the room and Xander shrink against the wall. Only the hand tightly gripping his arm kept him from leaping to his feet, hunting Harris down like a rabid dog and putting him out of Xander's misery. But he made a silent promise to himself, and to Xander. If he touches you, Xander, I swear, it'll be the last thing he ever does.

*****

Xander slowly got to his feet when the door knob turned. He stood with his back to the wall and braced himself. He didn't know what these people wanted with him, but he wasn't going to make it easy on them. The sight of his father stepping into the room with a lewd smirk on his face froze his heart in his chest and he cowered away from him.

"Hello Xander. Fancy meeting you here." Harris said snidely. "Time to have another *talk* boy. And this time, you better do what you're told. You're in the process of being sold to the highest bidder." Harris laughed when his son's face turned chalk white. "Or you can to come home with me. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

*****

"This is the young man I was telling you about earlier. The opening bid is $75,000 dollars." the auctioneer actually had a smile on his face as he prepared to sell the boy into slavery.

Two hands immediately shot up and the bids were rose quickly. In no time at all they were over $200,000. Antony made his first bid at that point, "$500,000 dollars."

The auctioneer beamed in his direction. "A man of taste I see. Are there any others? Surely someone else sees the potential here. $550,000. Very good. $600,000? You are determined aren't you, sir? Do I have any other takers? $700,000 dollars. Very nice ma'am. $750,000 dollars. Any others? No? Very well. The piece in question goes to the determined man in the back row. If you'd follow our cashier, you can complete your purchase and take your new possession home with you. Enjoy. And now, next on our list..."

*****

Hamid ignored the bidding war going on around him, instead concentrating on the boy. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes. He could have easily passed for Hamid's younger brother. This was obviously Xander, and from Antony's description, the man with him must be his father.

There was no sound, but Hamid had learned to read lips when he was a child in the streets of Cairo, a skill that had proven to be invaluable on more than one occasion. The effort to learn English, and as many other languages as possible, had been more than repaid many times over. This was proving to be one of those times. What was being said to the boy made him blindly furious.

Well boy? Do you want to come home with me? I bet you can't wait to show me what DiBlasi taught you. Have you learned to suck cock yet? No? Don't worry. I'll teach you. You'll be swallowing my cock whole in no time at all. And after I break your ass in maybe I'll rent you out. Hell, you ought to be good for something. God knows you can't keep a job. What's wrong, Xander? Are you going to cry? You fucking pussy. Since you act like one, I'm going to treat you like one. Get over here on your knees, Xander. It's time for your first lesson. Then the screen went black for a second before the next person came into view.

Hamid hurried after Antony and Ben, he leaned closer to Antony and whispered in his ear. "You must hurry. The boy's father is going to rape him. I will pay the cashier, you get Xander away from that monster."

Antony's face turned white and he handed the case to Hamid, speaking the tones he used to intimidate Senators and Generals he told the cashier, "My associate will handle the transaction. Take me to the boy NOW. I don't like the way the man with him was looking at him. He'd better not be hurt when I get him or there will be hell to pay."

The cashier paled slightly and waved one of the hulking brutes leaning against the wall over. "Take this man to cell number 10. Immediately."

The brute nodded and turned towards the stairs, Antony right behind him.

*****

Xander was scared, but he was mad too. The combination gave him the extra push he needed to say what he'd been wanting to say to his father for years. "I hate you. You're a disgusting piece of shit. I can't believe Mom ever let you touch her, let alone get her pregnant. Or is that why she drinks so much?"

Harris roared with rage and lunged towards the boy. He hadn't moved two feet when the door slammed open and he was grabbed by the back of his shirt and swung into the wall. His nose made a sickening crunch when it hit the cinder block and he screamed in pain. He slid to the floor and rolled over to look straight into the furious eyes of Antony DiBlasi.

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