Jefferson, Part 8

“Uh, yeah. I need a new houseboy. What do you have for sale?” I asked the man.

“We sell only the finest, as you undoubtedly already know or you wouldn’t be here,” He answered, somewhat haughtily. “Please have a seat and I’ll show you our current selection. What are your preferences? White? Black? Asian?” He asked, crossing the room to a large shelf of picture books.

“White,” I answered. “Blonde preferably, with blue eyes.”

“What are your intended uses?” He asked, hoping to narrow the search.

“General household duties,” I replied.

“Is that all?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. Instead of rising to the bait I gave him a look that told him that it was none of his fucking business what all I wanted a houseboy for.

“Let’s start with these,” He said, returning to the desk with two large volumes. These are all currently available. What age group are you most interested in.?

“Oh, that’s kind of open,” I answered. “Twelve to fourteen would be ideal. He needs to be pubescent, but I want him to still be a virgin. Is that a problem?”

“Well, boys will be boys, you know.” He answered, lowering his hand to his lap and pumping it up and down in a universal gesture recognized by all males. “But I can guaranty that this one is a virgin. He has just entered puberty and has been watched very carefully, and has had no companions, male or female.” He pulled a picture of the lad out and slid it across the desk for my inspection. The boy looked okay to me. His hair was a little on the long side, but he had a pleasant looking face with no signs of defiance or rebellion showing in his expression. He appeared to be beardless, and only a very light shadow graced his upper lip, indicating he was several years from needing to shave regularly.

“Let’s see his other pictures.” I said. He then slid three more photos across the table. The first showed him nude, facing away from the camera and bent over with his legs spread. His hairless ass showed no signs of abuse, and his anus appeared to be tight and unmolested. His compact balls hung loosely between his legs. The second picture was a frontal shot of the lad. A flaccid, uncircumcised penis about three inches long hung loosely down in front of his sac and only a light dusting of hair crowned the area above it. The third picture was taken from the side and revealed a five-inch erection sweeping upward in a graceful arc.

“He will need to be circumcised.” I pointed out.

“Certainly, sir,” The salesman offered. “We can order it done in any fashion you prefer. We usually let the customer decide for himself how tight or loose he wants it done.”

“How well is he educated?” I asked

“Oh, he’s had the regular home schooling that the rebels usually provide. Nothing very special, but he can read and write, and count. He knows the difference between six and eight.” He said, leering. I may like boys, but I’m still man enough to kick his scrawny ass all of the way to Medford, but I held my temper instead.

“Okay then, let’s talk price. How much are you asking?”

“Only thirty-five thousand. A bargain if I may say, but if you are really interested you should act soon. Other people are also looking at this one.”

I’d heard this kind of bullshit before. Most non-registered bastard children of whores and renegades are emasculated at birth or capture, but a lucky few are sold into servitude and allowed to retain their jewels until age twenty-two, at which time they must be castrated. Assholes like this dealer buy them for practically nothing for resale to consumers. I dislike haggling with salesmen, and I don’t lower myself to the level of an Arab in a marketplace, so I just took out my checkbook, wrote out a check for what I was willing to pay, and slid it across the table to him. “Final offer. Take it or leave it.” I said, rising from my chair.

He hemmed and hawed a little and bitched about what a loss he was taking before folding my check and putting it in his pocket.

“What name does the boy use?” I asked

“Jason,” He answered. “Is that suitable?”

“No. My houseboys have always been called ‘Gregory’. Get him used to answering by that name. Have him circumcised as short as possible, and have this resized and installed. I’ll be keeping him on a tether for a while.” I ordered, extracting a stainless steel slave collar engraved with my name and address from my briefcase.

“Will you be wanting any other body modifications done or adornments installed?”

“No, just the collar and circumcision. Have him healed and ready for me to pick up in two weeks. There is one other matter that you maybe able to help me with, however.” I said passing a picture across the table. “I want to place this Gregory on the market. He just turned seventeen and he’s a good worker with five year’s servitude left. He’s getting too old for a houseboy, but he would be excellent in a factory or mine.” I didn’t tell him that the youth was getting an attitude and was difficult to work with.

“A very handsome young man,” He said, studying the picture of the naked youth. Gregory was almost six feet tall, and had broad shoulders and a heavily muscled chest and abdomen. His legs were covered with dark, curly hair and his ample balls hung low beneath a fat, stubby cock that grew to magnificent dimensions when aroused.

His large, powerful hands had been locked around my throat last night, and the only way I could break his choking grip was to knee him soundly in those heavy balls.

“Do you have any other pictures?” He asked. “Perhaps something that would indicate his true dimensions?”

“His ‘true dimensions’ are of no concern to you,” I informed him. “He will be neutered before the transfer.”

“I have a market for this kind of youth right now. How soon can his, ah, surgery be performed?” The agent asked, his eyes gleaming with avarice.

“ I can have him here tomorrow morning.”

“Excellent! He can heal for two weeks in my holding cells, and then he will be placed. I’ll have a check for you then.”

I left the dealership and headed home, not knowing if the erection I had was caused by the anticipation of getting a new houseboy or of the upcoming farewell party for my current one.