I could hear them scuffling and arguing in the hallway as I sat down at my desk with a fresh cup of coffee. Pretty soon there was a quick knock at my door and it swung open to reveal two shabbily clad persons – a woman and a child. The child was so pretty that I thought at first it was a girl.

The woman snarled, “Shut up, Larry, and get in there,” as she cuffed him hard enough across the ear to knock him to the floor.

“But, Momma…,” he protested as I got up and came around my desk.

The woman looked at me and started, “Are you Simon White…?”

“Simon White, licensed slave broker, at your service.” And I bowed my head slightly toward her.

“He turned ten today. How much will you give me for him?” The boy cowered on the floor as she nudged him with her foot.

“Well, first I’ll need to ask you some questions, then I’ll need to look him over. Only then can I give you a fair price.” Since the abolition of all government welfare in 2008, there had been a reinstitution of slavery and bonded servitude to take its place in 2012. The law allowed any adult to sell himself or herself, or any parent to sell a child over the age of 10. I’d been doing a fine business in buying and selling children from destitute or drug-dependent parents ever since. While the lower age limit for selling a child was 10, there were plenty of ways to get around the law. Usually by arranging an “adoption” of a younger child to someone who could use her until she turned 10, and then, as the “parent” sell her to someone else. I’d arranged cash “adoptions” for kids as young as five and six – and sold them again when they turned ten, making double the profit.

I helped the boy to his feet and propelled him to a chair in the corner of the office. “Sit here until I’m ready for you,” I said as I handed him a small video game to play with while I made arrangements with his mother. He looked like he was ready to bolt for the door, but instead he huddled back into the chair, clutching the video without even glancing at it.

I pointed the mother to a comfortable chair opposite my desk and sat down while she arranged herself. From her sunken eyes and the track-marks down her arms, I could guess where she’d use the money from selling the boy. She had a hungry look that told me she’d take almost anything that would get her a fix immediately. I decided to stall for time to get her anxiety up. While there were plenty of other slave brokers in the city, the nearest one was a long way away.

I knew I’d have a hard time focusing on her, and not the boy. Even at a glance, it was clear that he was a very pretty child. He’d even make a beautiful little girl with his chocolate-colored complexion and piercing eyes. I knew I’d get a good price for him once he was readied for sale. I hoped the mother didn’t realize what a treasure she had. I guessed, too, that the longer I could keep her in the office, the lower his price would go.

“O.K., let’s start with introductions. You already know I’m Simon White. I didn’t catch your name.”

“Martha. Martha Jones,” she responded. “We live in the Projects down the way.”

The Projects were the main reason I’d rented this office. There were always addicts looking for any way to raise the price of a fix. I’d picked up some nice kids at a fraction of what they were worth.

“Good to meet you. Ms. Jones. Let’s get right to the business at hand. Do you have all of the boy’s papers?”

She opened one of the scruffiest looking purses I’ve ever seen and pulled out a wad of papers. “It’s all here. ID card, school records, health certificate. I took him to the clinic just a couple days ago for the health certificate.”

She handed them over to me. I knew she couldn’t take the boy anywhere else so long as I had hold of them.

I picked up the ID card, “Yup, today is his tenth birthday all right. But, the card says his name is ‘Larry Brown’. You said your name was ‘Martha Jones’.”

“Yeah, his daddy was named Leon Brown.”

I smiled inwardly. Leon Brown had certainly gotten around the Projects. In the past month, I’d bought both a boy and a girl that he’d fathered in the Projects. Both were fairly pretty, but not so pretty as this boy. I’d even looked up good ol’ Leon and found that he’d been shot and killed during a bank robbery about seven years ago. I wondered how many more of his kids I’d be buying from the Projects over the next three or four years.

I smiled at the mother, “You’re an attractive woman. I bet you were the prettiest girl in the Projects when you met him.”

She smiled for the first time. Flattery, it seemed, would get me somewhere. “Yeah, that’s what Leon always said. But, he must have been saying that to a dozen girls. I was 14 and he was 16. By the time I was swelled up with Larry, half the girls I knew were having his babies. I bet there’re thirty or forty of his kids running around the Projects.”

I figured if I was lucky, I’d be getting ten or fifteen, and maybe even more, of them to sell. If they looked anything like the three I’d seen so far, I knew I’d do well. “Do you have any more kids by Leon?” I asked.

“Yeah, Danny. He’s eight, but he’ll be nine next month.”

“Well, if you’re interested in selling him when he reaches ten, you can bring him in for me to look at sometime soon. We might even be able to sign the papers and I could give you a down payment on him. I might even be able to find someone who wants to adopt him and would pay you to be able to take him off your hands.” If he was as attractive as his older brother, I might be the one to “adopt” him. He’d be ready for sale in a year.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea. I’ve got seven kids. How many do you think you’ll want?”

“If they’ve got your looks, I’d probably be willing to take all of them when they turn ten. If you bring ‘em all in for me to inspect, maybe we can do the paperwork and set up a payment plan so that I pay you so much a month and you just deliver each kid on his tenth birthday.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do that.”

I marveled at the social disintegration that had gone on in the Projects since the end of welfare and the explosion of drug addiction. I could see the mother planning what she could do with a little more drug money. At least ten year olds were almost always clean. When someone brought in a twelve year old, I always had to worry about drugs. After all, getting them detoxed and healthy again for resale was time-consuming and expensive.

I picked up the health report. “It looks like Larry has a clean bill of health. Dr. Scott even wrote that he seemed especially sturdy and healthy for a boy his age. That’s certainly a good sign, if not a miraculous one.” There was no reaction to my slander of her parenting skills.

Dr. Scott also did some private work and I often called on her for minor procedures on the kids I bought. Just a couple of weeks ago a couple brought in their fifteen year old who was running out of control. He was getting violent and they were so afraid of him that they decided to sell him. They got some neighbors together to drag him in and hold him while I got handcuffs and leg irons on him to hold him while we negotiated. I didn’t give them very much for him, but they were happy to be rid of him. I called Virginia Scott and she came straight over and castrated him right here in my office to start calming him down.

I was glad I had the sturdiest set of irons I could buy in the office. Even in irons and with four men to help hold him down, he was screaming and struggling until both his balls were off. Somehow I don’t think the use of any anesthetic would have helped, either. If nothing else, it taught him a lesson. I sold him to a farmer who could use some physical labor during the day and keep him locked up at night. I barely turned a profit on him, but I was happy to have him well out of the neighborhood.

Finally, I picked up the boy’s school records. “Larry has certainly been doing well in school. His teacher writes that he’s the top student in the fourth grade. Usually kids who know they’re going to be sold stop studying. Most of them that I get have very poor reports.”

“Well that’s because Larry didn’t know I was going to sell him until today. He may have suspected it, but he didn’t know until we got to your door. He thought I was taking him for an eye exam.”

“Dr. Scott checked his eyes. She didn’t find a problem. He certainly doesn’t need glasses.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t know that.” I glanced at the boy. He had a stunned look on his face as he pulled even further back into the chair.

“O.K., everything seems to be in order here. If there’s no father who needs to sign off on the papers, all I need is for you to sign when we agree on a price. We can even get everything else filled out right now, except for the price and your signature.”

I looked over at the boy. He didn’t seem to have moved since I put him in the chair. He was still curled in the chair clutching the video game tightly in his hands. He’d clearly been listening closely, though, to our every word.

I started asking the mother all of the questions that needed to be filled in on the bill of sale. I made sure to draw out as many details as I could, delaying her and giving her more of a vested interest in completing the transaction. The longer it took, the less likely that she’d want to start over again somewhere else. I even asked a lot of questions that weren’t needed, just to keep it going longer. I kept glancing at the boy, who seemed to be making himself as small as possible and wishing that he were invisible. Finally, I could think of no more questions to ask.

“O.K. Larry. I need to take a look at you. Come on over here.”

He slowly got up, and trembling walked toward the desk, still clutching the game. Fully clothed, he was one of the prettiest boys I’d ever seen.

“You’ll need to take off your clothes so I can examine you. Strip down to your under shorts. Just put everything in the basket there. Don’t make it any harder than it has to be.”

Slowly he began undressing. His beauty nearly took my breath away. He was even more beautiful without his clothes.

Finally, he finished and turned toward me. “Come here. Let me get a good look at you.”

He slowly approached me as I sat at my desk. “Come on around the desk.”

When he got close he dropped his gaze to the floor at my feet. I reached out and lifted his chin so that I could look straight into his eyes. They were a deep brown that looked perfect with his unblemished chocolate complexion. His nose was symmetrical and a bit narrower than most of the Black children I bought. His lips were narrow and perfect.

“O.K. Open your mouth so I can look at your teeth.” Again, they were perfectly formed and symmetrical. I pulled him closer and inspected them for problems. It didn’t look like he’d ever even had a cavity. It was almost unbelievable. Larry was certainly going to be a high-ticket sale.

I ran my hands up and down his arms and legs and over his chest and back. Even though I had Dr. Scott’s report, I pulled out my stethoscope and listened to his chest. After I had him run in place I listened again. He was maybe the most perfect boy I’d yet seen.

“Stand right there and look straight ahead.” I took both hands and gently pulled down his underpants. He trembled as I did so.

His little penis was perfectly straight with a tight foreskin that just nicely covered the tip. It was clearly that of a little boy and hadn’t begun to grow at all. His scrotum, though, had begun to enlarge and his testicles showed that he was right at the beginning of puberty.

I reached under and gently grasped both of his balls with my fingertips. He shuddered.

“Are you gonna cut my nuts off?” he squeaked.

“How did you get that idea?” I asked curiously, just to hear what he’d say.

“All the older boys in the Projects say that every boy who gets sold has his nuts cut off,” he whimpered.

“Well, I won’t cut them off right away, but I probably will soon. It’s hard to sell a boy who still has his balls. I’ve managed to sell a couple of blonde, blue-eyed boys who still had their nuts, but I’ve had to cut them off every Black boy who’s come through here.” He began to cry.

“Don’t worry, Larry. I always use Dr. Scott. You know how kind and gentle she is. It won’t hurt a bit when she cuts them off,” I lied. “There’ve been a lot of boys sold from the projects. I’m sure you’ve known many of them. Some from your own fourth grade class. Maybe even some of your friends. The older boys are right, every boy whose been sold has had his balls cut off. A lot of them right here in this office.”

“Are you sure it won’t hurt?” his mother asked. I had almost forgotten that she was there, I was so mesmerized by Larry’s beauty.”

“No, Dr. Scott is very good. And when they’re as small as Larry’s, he won’t even much think about their being gone after a couple of months. I’ve had enough boys go through here to know that most of them don’t miss them at all,” again I lied.

“Once we’ve got everything settled, I’ll call Dr. Scott’s office so we can set up an appointment when she can come over here to remove them. It probably won’t be until tomorrow or the next day.”

I was still feeling Larry’s little balls and thinking about helping Dr. Scott to remove them. I let go and took a couple of tissues from the box on my desk and handed them to Larry. “Here. Dry your eyes. There’s no use crying about it. You get to keep them for a few more hours, maybe even a couple of days until Dr. Scott has time to cut them off. But, you know that when your mother sells you they’ll have to come off sometime soon. You won’t be the first boy or the last boy whose balls Dr. Scott cuts off.” Larry began sobbing.

“Let’s be talkin’ price,” Martha finally asked, pushing her naked son aside.

I had a signed contract and she left with a payment shortly after that.

Larry stayed. Being overcome by a brief bout of sympathy, I decided not to leave him overnight in one of the slave cells that were in a soundproof area in the back of the office, next to the kitchen and small surgery.

There was a recent purchase in each of the three cells. While I could have doubled up two who were back there, I thought better of it. There was a fairly attractive ten year-old girl that I had bought from the Projects yesterday. I had telephoned a prospective purchaser who had been in last month looking for someone just like her. He was to come tomorrow afternoon to inspect her. Attractive girls always sold almost immediately. I had a waiting list for them.

There were also two boys, an eleven year-old boy from the Projects and a thirteen year-old White boy whose parents had brought him across town to offer to me. Both had, of course, already been castrated and I was waiting for them to heal properly before putting them up for sale. While I could put the two of them into a single cell, I figured that their presence would simply frighten Larry even more than he was already.

The eleven year-old’s mother had died and his father decided that, since he didn’t want him, he could sell him for some drug or drinking money. He had expected to be castrated as soon as he knew that his father was going to sell him. While he cried about it, he was ready for his balls to be cut off when Dr. Scott arrived. He knew he didn’t have any alternative. He didn’t struggle and scream, but hopped up on the table by himself and only flinched when Dr. Scott injected the anesthesia into each of his testicles.

The thirteen year-old screamed and cried through the surgery and still, three days later, was screaming about it. Apparently he had raped a neighbor’s nine year-old daughter and they had offered to let the parents sell the boy rather than call in the police. The parents had tried a couple of other slave brokers before they got to me. Both had refused to buy him. I almost thought that the parents were going to offer to pay me to take him off their hands. He was overweight, pig-nosed, and pock-marked. Quite possibly the ugliest kid I’d ever seen.

The father had helped me to put shackles on him and to fit him with a shock collar before helping me to put him in a slave cell. I immediately telephoned Dr. Scott when they left, figuring that I would get her answering machine. Instead, she was working late and offered to come straight over. By the time she arrived, the boy had his underwear pulled down to his knees and was showing off his erection to the two young girls in the cell across the way. I had to use the shock collar several times and he still struggled and screamed as Dr. Scott and I strapped him down and castrated him. I still didn’t know how I could sell him, but knew that, at best, I’d do little more than break even on him.

Instead, I had Larry get dressed and then put my lightest pair of shackles on him. “They’re to remind you that I bought you from your Momma and you can’t run away.” I also put a shock collar on him and told him that it was my second way of keeping him from running. One push on the button in my pocket and the shock would cause enough pain to drop him to the ground right were he was. I told him that I hoped I wouldn’t need to use it.

I then sat him back in the chair and gave him the video again. I said that He would just have to sit there until I was finished for the day, but that I would be closing down in only an hour or so.

Before calling Dr. Scott, I called my wife. I told her that I had bought a new ten year-old that I would need to bring home for the night, as my slave-cells were full. I asked her to tell Jill and Mandy to ready a bed for him.

When she asked me if he had been gelded yet, she was upset to learn that I was bringing an uncastrated slave boy home. She didn’t want any unneutered slave boy tempting our two young slave girls. She was only slightly reassured when I told her that he was only ten and too young to do anything. She was finally mollified when I told her that he and I could both sleep in one of the guest rooms. That way I could guard against either of the two girls getting too close to him.

Since my goal was to sell him as an “extra fancy” houseboy, I did want him to experience an environment better than the inside of the Projects for at least one night before I put him up for sale.

Dr. Scott offered to come straight over to castrate him when I called her. She remembered examining Larry and agreed that he was a perfectly formed and very healthy little boy. She agreed to come tomorrow at 10:00 instead.

I closed down early and bundled Larry into my car. From his reactions, it was clear that he had seldom ridden in one. He was probably restricted to walking and an occasional ride on a public bus. He looked in amazement at the scenery as we drove out into the suburbs.

When I announced that we were turning into my family’s driveway, he looked at the house and asked how many families lived there. He looked surprised when I said that it was only my wife and me – and a couple of slave girls to take care of us. I don’t think it changed his impression much when I told him that we had raised our three daughters in the house and our granddaughters often came for visits.

My wife met us outside the back door. She didn’t even say “hello” to me. Her first comment was, “So that’s the little beast you’ve brought home for the night? He looks filthy, and those rags he’s wearing have to go. You take him straight in and get him thoroughly washed down.” She thought for a minute, then said, “He’s probably about Susan or Sybil’s size. I’ll get some clothes for him to wear from their room. I ought to burn what he’s wearing, but I’ll have Mandy wash them so that, at least, they’ll be clean when you take him away tomorrow. I don’t understand why you decided to bring that boy home!”

I took Larry’s hand and led him, mostly dragged him, through the back hallway and up the stairs. Since I figured I’d have to supervise his bath, I took him through the master bedroom to my bathroom. I watched his head swiveling from side to side as he tried to take in all of the sights in the house.

As soon as I closed the door behind us, I got him to stand still while I removed his collar. I had removed his shackles when I put him in the car, knowing that he was unlikely to try to escape once we started moving.

“O.K. Larry. Time to get undressed again,” I said as I started filling the bathtub. This time he seemed far less reluctant to remove his clothes. As he stepped into the bathtub I, again, thought that he was the most perfectly formed little boy that I’d ever seen. Why had my wife and I had only girls? Why did we only have a set of granddaughters? They were beautiful and wonderful, but I’d always wanted at least one boy in the family.

Larry seemed pleased when I scrubbed his back. Even when I soaped and kneaded his little penis and testicles. Even though he was in a strange place and knew that his mother had sold him to be a slave, he seemed to have lost his fear as I helped to dry him off with a big Turkish towel.

I gave his balls another gentle squeeze as I finished drying him off. He just put his hand on my shoulder and waited.

When I opened the door, there was a small pile of some of our granddaughters’ more masculine-looking clothes waiting. While Larry resisted putting on a pair of girl’s panties until I insisted that he wear them, he had no trouble with blue jeans or a somewhat frilly blouse. Everything fit perfectly, and just a pair of white socks was all he needed for his feet in the carpeted house.

Larry sat on the floor next to my feet when we went downstairs to watch the evening news on television. My wife looked him over and approved of his new look. Jill brought me a glass of wine and brought a coke for Larry. He sat quietly watching the TV, with occasional glances around the rest of the room.

When Jill announced that dinner was ready, my wife insisted that Larry couldn’t eat in the kitchen with the girls, he’d have to eat at the table with us. She just hoped his table manners wouldn’t be too disgusting. I had to remind her that all seven of our granddaughters had thrown plenty of food at our table when they were younger. They’d learned manners by watching adults and through gentle teaching.

While Larry’s table manners weren’t impeccable, they were far better than expected. He did watch closely and imitate what my wife and I did. He seemed appreciative of Mandy’s cooking and said so.

After dinner, my wife went to watch television and I took Larry to my den. Jill brought me a glass of Port and another glass of coke for Larry. He quietly read a couple of the granddaughters’ books while I read and did some paperwork.

At 9:30 I told my wife that I was taking Larry upstairs to bed and that I would spend the night with him so that the girls would be in no danger from him (or, more likely, him from them).

I found a toothbrush for him, and we both brushed our teeth and washed our faces before heading to one of the bedrooms we had decorated for the granddaughters when they stayed.

There was one huge king-size bed in the room, so that it would fit anywhere from one to five granddaughters at a time. Larry walked around the room admiring all the model horses and other knick-knacks that the girls had collected. He even liked the pink flowered bedding.

He quickly got undressed and got into the bed. I undressed as well and slid in next to him. He curled up right next to me and quickly fell asleep. When I put my arm over him and gently massaged his little genitals, he snuggled even closer.

When I woke up in the morning, Larry was still sound asleep, using my arm as his pillow. I reached down and, again, gently tickled his balls. He slowly woke up with a brilliant smile.

After we both showered – he scrubbed my back and I scrubbed him down well – we went down to breakfast.

After breakfast, my wife suggested that Larry wear the granddaughters’ clothes when I took him to the office. That way he wouldn’t need to change again when I brought him home tonight. He thanked her and gave her a big smile. Before we left, he told her how beautiful she was and how much he enjoyed the time in our house. He was a perfect little houseguest.

On the drive back to the city he became a little chatterbox, telling me all about life in the Projects and asking me about everything he saw out the car windows. He was certainly a very bright and very articulate little boy. He would be delightful to have in the family.

Larry was sitting on my lap telling me about his family when Dr. Scott arrived.

He screamed, but I hugged him tight and whispered in his ear. “In a month or two you won’t even miss having them. It’ll just seem natural that you don’t have balls. I know a nice family with a couple of young daughters that needs a houseboy. They’ll take good care of you and you’ll get to play with the girls all the time. Without any balls you’ll be completely safe around them. In fact, you’ll probably do as much playing as housework. You’ll probably like it a lot more than life in the Projects. And some of their friends will have houseboys. They’ll all have had their balls cut off. You’ll make friends with them too. You wait, it won’t be so bad.”

I thought of Sybil and Michelle. My youngest daughter’s birthday would be in two weeks. I knew that as soon as he healed, Larry would be a perfect birthday present. I smiled at the picture of a handsome young Black eunuch attending my pretty blonde granddaughters. It knew that I would enjoy having Larry around the house when they came for a visit. It would be very nice to have Larry as part of the family.