On a warm summer’s afternoon, I stepped in through the large wooden door into the cool air conditioning of what could have been any professional office in any city in the world. A pleasant young 20 something girl greeted me with a smile and asked “Welcome to Smith and company slave services, my name is Sally, May I help you?”

“Yes” I replied, “I am here for a 3.00 appointment with Mr Smith, My name is Russell Petersen.” After consulting her appointment diary, she replied “if you would like to take a seat, Mr Smith will be with you shortly”

I seated myself in a large black overstuffed leather couch and picked up the financial times from the coffee table. “Economic crisis worsens – special report page 12” the headlines screamed. I turned to page 12 for some idle reading while I awaited my appointment. There where the usual articles, Unemployment up, interest rates down, housing prices crash, but there on the bottom of page 13 was an article that took my eye “Slave Trade shining hope of new economy” I read with earnest, the article revealed that, since the UN, the WHO and the Central bank had introduced the Global Slave trading Protocol originally with a view to solve the problems of over population, poverty and healthcare in Africa by providing a labour source to expanding Chinese industry, the crash in the global economy had lead to a significant number of over extended cash strapped low and middle income families with large mortgages selling their children into the slave trade as servants and playthings for the idle rich to pay off their debits. The article went on to say that since the beginning of the economic crisis, the “middle class slave trade” had shown a whopping 800% increase in turnover.

“Mr Smith will see you now.” Said sally tearing me from my article. I was show in to a large timber panelled office equipped with a huge polished oak desk and black leather chairs. Mr Smith, a man in his late 30’s with Brown hair and an olive complexion, was seated behind his desk with a giant bookcase stuffed with volumes forming the backdrop. “Mr Petersen, lovely to see you” he greeted me and outstretched his hand to give a strong firm handshake you could feel the strength in his grip obviously a professional man who had spent plenty of hours in his exclusive gymnasium. Those less kind would say that he had succumbed to the cosmetic surgeons’ knife. Obviously the slave trade was serving him well. “Call me Russell” I responded, “”Thank you, my name is Alex” he replied.

“Have a seat. What can I do for you, Mr Petersen?” he asked as he seated himself in his high backed leather chair. I seated myself in the “I believe you are one of the leading suppliers of quality domestics in the city?” I said “I am looking for a houseboy” I continued. “What are your specifications?” he enquired. I replied “Age 10 to 13, blond or light brown hair, blue eyes, fit and healthy. Oh and he must be a virgin” I added. “We have a world-wide database of available stock” he commented while entering my specifications into his computer. “The computer has narrowed the list down to 16 currently available” he continued.

Turning his LCD monitor around so that we both could see it he started to flick through the entries for my perusal. Each entry comprised a page featuring a face photo and a full front and rear nude photo as well as a list of specifications: Name Age, Height, Weight, ethnicity, spoken language, educational level etc where all displayed. We perused through the entries and short listed it to 3; a blond English lad of 11, a brown haired American lad of 10 and a sandy haired eastern European lad of 13.

After some 10 minutes of perusing the details, I had made up my mind. His name was Jacob and his family had been caught in the economic crisis after his father had been killed in an aircraft accident and his mother could not afford to continue to pay the mortgage on her London home and rase 3 boys. After the funeral, the bank had presented her with an ultimatum, pay up or be evicted. After Jacobs mother had sold the home and moved into a small council flat on the housing estate, she was still &50,000 short of meeting her debits. She was left with no alternative but to sell 2 of her 3 sons into the slave trade to clear her debits. She lamented it for many weeks until finally, she has left with no alternative, she had to choose, Jacobs younger brother Dylan, aged 7 was always the apple of his mothers eye and as such, was spared from the slave trade. When Jacobs mother received the payment of &30,000 each for Jacob and his 14 year old brother Joshua, her feelings where mixed, she was free of her debits and put the remaining &10,000 aside for Dylan’s education. “At least one of her boys would have a future” she thought.

Jacob was 11 years old, Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, perfect teeth thanks to his father’s dental plan at work and athletic build from years of playing soccer with his leafy suburban soccer club. His face still held the boyish charms of his youth and had not yet taken on the square and rugged jaw that he would later on in his life. His perfectly flat stomach gave way to a thin waist and his well formed legs rose to a perfect boy bubble butt at the rear and his small but well formed scrotum was crowned by a thick uncircumcised penis approximately 2 ½ inches long when flaccid. He was just what I was looking for.

“Jacob is one of my newer listings, when I saw him, I knew he would not last too long before someone snapped him up” Alex commented as he tapped further on the computer. “Now, we must talk price” he stated leaning back in his chair. “An attractive boy like this is always a valuable commodity” he stated “Our list price for him is $70,000 plus any modifications required” he added.

I always abhorred the concept of negotiating price and thanks to my late fathers investment in a small Computer hardware manufacturer in Silicon Valley in the 1970’s price was something I could cheerfully ignore. “the price is not an issue” I stated “ the issue is if you can have him modified to my specifications, healed and ready for me to take delivery here in 2 weeks?” I added. “What have you in mind?” asked Alex. “He will need to be Circumcised, low and Tightly” I stated “I will require 3 Piercings, His Right Eyebrow, His Tongue and a PA” I added “He will also require a Barbed wire Armband Tattoo on his left bicep and my Script R Firebrand on his left buttock” I concluded. “I think that is OK, let me check with the delivery team” said Alex. I nodded and continued perusing Jacobs’s details while he made a call.

Hanging up the phone, Alex advised “that will be fine, I have organised to fly the boy in tomorrow night and the procedures will be undertaken the day after tomorrow. So if everything is OK I will just prepare the documentation. How will you be paying the deposit?” “Just debit this” I stated throwing him across my MasterCard Platinum. “You are aware, we will require 20% deposit plus the cost of your modifications. The deposit will be…… $25,000?” Alex queried. “That is fine” I replied, “Just debit the card”

We completed the paperwork and 15 minutes later I departed the office “see you in a fortnight” I said to sally as I strode back out into the summer heat.