The delivery date for Jacob arrived and I arrived at the office of Smith and company slave services 15 minutes early for my appointment. once again, I was greeted by a smiling Sally as I seated myself on the lounge in the waiting area. I had no longer sat down when I was greeted by Alex. “Ah Mr Peterson, you’re early! But never mind, I was just going through to the delivery suite to arrange for the delivery of your boy. Would you care to follow me?” he asked as he strode toward another large timber panelled door at the back of the waiting room. “It’s gone very well, I’m sure you will be most happy with your new acquisition” he commented as he punched his pin number into the keypad located adjacent to the door.

The door opened to reveal a sparsely furnished room with another Black leather lounge against one wall and a raised circular platform in the centre of the room approximately 1 foot high and 3 feet in diameter. “If you would care to have a seat, I’ll just get them to bring Jacob in” said Alex gesturing toward the lounge. I seated myself at one end of the lounge and placed one arm along the armrest and one along the back of the lounge while placing my right ankle on my left Knee. Trying to look casual and in control but the anticipation was starting to build. Alex strode to the rear of the room and lifted the intercom and said “where ready, bring him in please” after about a minute a door at the rear of the room opened and in strode a large hulk of a man with no neck, a twisted nose and Cauliflower ears, obviously the slave keeper, followed by a blonde haired, blue eyed boy with a frightened expression on his face. The boy was wearing a White T-Shirt and a pair of Navy football shorts both about 2 sizes too small for him and no shoes his hair was cut into a basin cut with a short number 1 on the sides and a huge mop of Blonde hair on his head. “Get on the pedestal boy” stated the slave keeper half pushing and half lifting the boy onto the central platform. The boy stood motionless in the central pedestal looking at the floor. He was very frightened and I saw a small tear from in the corner of his eye.

“Anything else you want sir?” enquired the slave keeper of Alex “no that’s fine, just leave us to it, we’ll call you when you’re done, I don’t think this one will give us any trouble” replied Alex. The slave keeper left the room and the door clicked shut behind him.

I turned my attention to the boy “you will see he is a fine specimen” said Alex as I looked at the boy. I stood up and walked around him examining him from all angles. “He looks very good” I said as the erection started to grow in my trousers. “Let’s see all of him then” I said. “Disrobe, boy” Alex said to the boy.

The boy looked at me with a frightened expression on his face “do not make me angry boy, disrobe” slowly, the boy removed his shirt to reveal his still fresh barbed wire arm band Tattoo. The boy then paused and looked at me pleadingly. “Disrobe boy” said Alex in a stern voice.

Slowly, Jacob placed his fingers in the waist band of his football shorts and lowered them down to the floor. As he stood up, he blushed and covered his genital area with his hands. “Hold your hands behind your head boy, and look straight ahead” said Alex as he spanked him on his Right buttock. The boy gave a whimper and slowly placed his hands behind his head. I finally took a good look at the boy.

I slowly walked around the boy taking it all in. he was beautiful. The eyebrow piercing was healed and appeared to set his face off beautifully. I instructed the boy to stick out his tongue and show me the piercing. It had healed well and would bring me no end of pleasure in the years to come. I grasped his penis and rotated it in my hand. The recently circumcised penis still showed an angry red scar line but had absolutely no excess skin and the frenum had also been removed. The Prince Albert ring was perfectly cantered in his penis. He was perfect. “Bend over boy” I commanded. The boy slowly bent over to reveal his bottom. The Script R brand on his left buttock was still not quite healed but in time would heal perfectly. The angry red handprint on his right buttock from his earlier smack framed his bottom well. I parted his buttocks to reveal is tight pink boy hole. “He was a virgin all right. But not for long” I thought.

By now my erection was starting to hurt. All I wanted to do was take him home and explore him in privacy. “Everything looks ok, it’s a deal” I said to Alex standing up and turning my back to the boy. “I shall pay you the balance. Please have the boy delivered to my house at 5.30pm this afternoon” Alex buzzed the slave keeper on the intercom “where done” he said and hung up.

We left the boy standing naked on the pedestal and returned to the waiting room. Again, I handed Alex my MasterCard. “Debit the balance to this please” I said “and take a 10% tip”

10 minutes later, I was on my way home. I glanced at my watch. 4:30, just some time to get some food and get home before my delivery. My mind as racing with the possibilities that lay before me.

I had gone to the grocery store and picked up some essentials and hurried home, I didn’t want to keep the delivery men waiting for me. My house is located on a 10 acre block in the outer suburbs. The family have owned it since the 1960’s. Originally, it was a large farm and dad had sold it off in bits to keep himself going. Dad was a hopeless farmer but his luck changed when he sold of the last 100 acres in the 70’s and invested in the computer company. Now, if it wasn’t for the large amounts of money I paid my team of solicitors to keep my anonimity, I would be number 2 on the rich list and everyone would know my name. I was just yore average Joe and that is how I liked it.

At 5:40 the doorbell rang. I rose to my feet and walked slowly to the door. I must retain my composure. “Yes?” I asked. A man dressed in a Steel Blue Short sleeve Shirt and Navy Shorts with high socks and sandals was standing at the door holding a clipboard “We have a delivery from Smith and company” he said. “Sign here please” he added. I scribbled by name on the consignment note. “He’s a cracker this one, must have cost you a penny?” the delivery man said. I just shrugged my shoulders. “Bring him in Bob!” called the delivery man to his partner in the van. The slave keeper I had seen earlier at the office grasped the boy by the back of the shirt and pulled him from the van and half pushed, half dragged him up the path to the front door. “Where do you want him?” he asked. “Just there” I replied pointing to a spot beside the foot of the staircase. “Stand here boy and don’t move until your owner tells you” commanded Bob as he placed the boy in position. I thanked the delivery men and closed the door behind them.

I waited a moment and turned to the boy I stared him in the eye he was frightened and his eyes where full of tears. I strode over to the boy and stopped about 2 feet in front of him. I looked the boy in the eye for about a minute, saying nothing and then I slapped the boy hard across the face with the back of my hand. He stumbled and started to cry. “SHUT UP BOY” I yelled “stand there and be quiet. Do not move” I went to the nearby hall table and picked up a box of tissues. “Here” I said offering them to him. Gingerly, the boy took the tissues and dried his eyes and blew his nose. “Follow me” is said.