My skin belongs to the gentlemen (Anyone)

The night sky was filled with clouds of grey smog as the cities inhabitants roamed the streets. Merchants set up their stalls for late night shoppers to re stock on supplies. They called the names of foreign items, hoping to attract ones interest and make a sale. One stall made most of it's profit during the night hours. Male sex slaves were hard to come by these days.

The men sat huddled in a rather large cage. Their wrists bound in shackles, collars tight around their necks. The collars held a small metal plate, on each of them names were engraved. Rayner sat with the other men, cuddling for warmth against his exposed body. He wore nothing but a tattered pair of black cotton pants.

Rayner was different from the others. Most were native to the land, but Rayner was a foreigner. Though he spoke the language, it was obvious that he wasn't from the area. His dark eyes scanned the area. Others whimpered and sobbed.

Suddenly the cage door was yanked open. A chain leash was hooked onto his collar and he was dragged out into the light. A harsh tugged caused him to loose his balance. He tumbled slightly before meeting the eyes of a strange man.

Mark Calaway was in no means, a normal person. He was different, even scary to some people. He was well known as some one who donated money to various foundations and also collected Harley motor cycles. But not even he would have ever thought he would be a slave owner, a sex slave owner.

Mark was nocturnal to an extent, at the moment he was roaming the city and it was rather late. Mark preferred it like that. He had been doing nothing but walking by when he noticed these two men, talking in hushed voices and there conversation just happened to spark his interest.

He introduced himself; under a fake name of coarse. The man looked him over before deciding Mark seemed serious. He took Mark to the back and showed him his collection of sex slaves. He had a nice stock, maybe the biggest in the area so he was very confident he had something Mark would like.

At first Mark was uninterested, these man were nothing special, even if he was just looking for a good time. He had not really had a sex life since he divorced Sarah and broke up with Michelle. He was about to tell the man what he thought of the collection, nothing really caught his eye and he didn't want it if it was not going to keep him entertained for long to come.

About that time is when Mark caught a glimpse at the only odd ball of the group. He was a very sexy, good looking man. It was obvious he was not from the area like all the others. Mark was actually interested in this one. He and the man talked, debated and finally he was going to buy this man.

Mark paid his money after being insured that the man had no diseases. The man he was buying from went into the cage and hooked the one he had picked by the collar. He roughly yanked him out of the cage and explained to him that he had been bought before handing him over to Mark. Mark was not sure what to do with him, he really just stared st the man for a long moment before reaching down and grasping his arm.

Mark tugged the man over to his Harley, he got on and put his new slave in front of him. Mark took out his extra coat and wrapped it around his new slave before taking off into the night.

Rayner sat on the strange bike quietly. His skin shivering as the cold night air caressed him. He pulled the coat closer to him. This was all new to him. He glanced up at his new Master, taking in his features. Long black hair cascaded over his shoulders, broad chest, tattoo covered arms and stunning emerald green eyes.

He whimpered slightly, not knowing how this man would treat him. He scratched at his collar slightly, rubbing the now bruised area of his neck.

Mark watched the smaller man scratch at his bruised neck. He watched the road but with his extra hand he loosened the collar. He grunted as they passed various cars and trucks. It was a cold night and he was not sure how he was supposed to treat his slave.

Mark let his chin rest on his slaves shoulder as he drove.
"What's your name boy?"

Rayner jumped slightly as the baritone voice boomed near his ear.
"Mein name is Rayner...sir" He muttered, trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

Mark chewed his lip as he considered the name. What in the hell kind of name is Rayner?
"Where are you from?"

"Germany, I was shipped over here a few years back,sir" He said meekly as he tried to gather warmth from the coat the man had given him.

Okay, so Mark had a German sex slave; kinky. He continue to drive on his Harley, he lived a good while away from where he bought this man. He had grown quiet before softly muttering "Mark" into Rayner
s ear so he would know. Mark was not sure if he liked being called sir or not.

"It is nice to make your acquaintance, Master Mark" He replied. Rayner had been taught to treat his Lords with the most up most respect. He shuddered slightly, he had never been a sex slave before. Only a simple servant to many Masters.

Mark flicked his eyes to the man in his lap. The man apparently knew he was a slave and apparently he had been one for a while. Mark let his mind wrap this thought up as he pulled into his garage.

He felt his knees start to shake the bike stopped. He didn't know what he was in for. He started to wring his hands vigorously.

Park parked his Harley and shut is off before tugging on Rayner's collar to get him up. Mark stood, he towered over Rayner as he walked past him, leash in hand, pulling his slave along.

Rayner yelped slightly as he was tugged away from the bike. He stumbled slightly before regaining his footing.

Mark all but drug him into the house. He stopped so he could catch Rayner's arm. He pulled him arund te house, give a quick tour.

Rayners eyes scanned the surroundings. Never had he been in a place so...clean and large. He gulped slightly.

Mark showed Rayner a room that was just across frm his.
"This is your room Rayner."
It was a fairly big room, nice and clean. Mark was a very neat person.

He stared in awe at the room before him. He had had rooms before, but NOTHING like this! He walked over to the bed and placed his hands on the sheets.
"I've never had ones of these before"

Mark raised a brow at he man. He stepped up behind him, his arm snaking around Rayner's waist.
"Well I have never done this before."
He meant owning a slave but he was not going to word it so obviously.

Rayner tensed, "I have been a slave my whole life sir. What ever you desire, I shall grant it to you. Whether it be food, a massage, cleaning or aiding you in bathing"

Mark snorted. That was not what he had bought him for but he didnt mind one bit.
"I thought you were my sex slave?"

"I...I have never...had sex before...sir" He stuttered, getting rather flustered.

"Are you shitting me?"
Mark believed him and it didnt realy botherhim, he just wodered why Rayner was a sex slave if he was still a virgin.

He nodded meekly, "My last Master sold me for a large sum of money. Apparently I would bring in a lot of money for being a foreign person"

Mark nodded, he bent down and kissed his slaves cheek. He was going to enjoy this man.

Rayner started to tremble at the alien feeling of someone showing kindness towards him.