<span style="text-decoration: underline">~Aeron Stranton~</span><br/>[img]<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec2.pinimg.com/736x/9e/92/0c/9e920c33b0017db17b42841e02041bae.jpg">http://media-cache-ec2.pinimg.com/736x/ ... 041bae.jpg</a>m[/img]<br/><br/>I have to admit, if only to myself that I'm pretty excited when we - Dad and I - pull up in front of 'Skivvy Collection' - I smirk at the creative if misleading name. The Average person would never be so crass as to openly buy a slave. That's why the Legislation that bought it about was called 'The Cendarella Project' to the public and called them 'Laborer's'. Oh there were still those that protested, calling it a constitutional violation - which it was, but that's the thing about Constitutions. They aren't as iron-clad as people like to believe; they can be changed and amended.<br/><br/>The Cendarella Project - House Bill 9856S-1 passed when I was thirteen, and I admit that I was against the idea myself. It went against everything I was taught was right. You didn't force people into servitude, it was absolutely Barbaric. The more I thought about it though, the more it made sense. The truth of it is that there are people in this world who simply can't take care of themselves. look at all the kids that were in Juvie, the Prison population... The United states along held twenty-five percent and growing of the worlds prison population, most with little success in rehabilitation.  Look at all the Mothers living off public assistance, popping out more children just for the money, only to end up in foster care as a farther drain on the system. It's not the kids fault certainly, but why shouldn't we use the resources available?  Plus, just because one owned a slave doesn't mean you have to be cruel.<br/><br/>It had become something of a tradition to buy a slave as a companion when you came of age. This has several benefits: it gives a way to... safely direct  energies and it teaches responsibility, most important among a host of other benefits including experience.  Today is my eighteenth birthday and I admit it, I'm excited at the prospect of a new toy. Dad just chuckles at me as we walk inside.<br/><br/>Dad had called ahead so there was a sales rep and a handler waiting for us just inside the lobby. Being government sanctioned as well as one of the high-end emporiums they were well dressed. The Rep wore an impeccable  Men's Black 2 Button Super 120's Slim Fit Side Vented Wool Suit by Ike Behar. The Handler was understandably dressed more casually, but was no less polite when he introduced himself. "Aeron Stranton," I respond in kind after my father Quenten.<br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">[img]<br/><!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ak2.pinimg.com/736x/12/26/8f/12268fdb7d92749db685970ffa6dafcc.jpg">http://media-cache-ak2.pinimg.com/736x/ ... 6dafcc.jpg</a><!-- m -->[/img]</div></div></div><br/>It's hard to describe the place; it's a bit like a cross between a corporation and a hospital, Professional and modern, but Antiseptic like a hospital. It's understandable of course, all laborers receive a complete medical check before going to the market. "Just a few questions Mr. Stranton," The Rep says as we walk through to the show room. "Do you prefer Males, or Females?" Males, I tell him honestly. "And Vintage,"  he asks completely professional.<br/><br/>He's asking me how old I prefer the boy. A decade ago such a question would have been inconceivable, but Laborers are property so it's a nifty little technicality some exploit. I actually consider that for a moment and eye my dad a bit nervously. He pretty much accepts my sexuality, but being conservative I'm not sure how honest I should be. I have to chose someone I'm going to like, and in truth I see nothing wrong with younger boys. In all honesty boys start experimenting early. I was about twelve or thirteen, and as long as they can shoot I see no issue. Hell, time was Girl's were married off as soon as they  bled. "Fifteen, seventeen at the oldest," I answer finally.<br/><br/>"If you'll follow me then, we had a selection prepared before hand. "If you dislike them we can have another selection ready in a few minutes."<br/><br/>He led us into a large auditorium style room with maybe 15 boys of all types all in a row; Blonds, brunettes, auburn haired boy's. Some were lithe and lanky, others toned and athletic. They were all on they're knees, heads bowed with their hands clasped behind they're backs. They were clothed, but the fabric was white, thread-bare and see-through so that you could see all their bodies. They wore cheap leather collars with the company logo on them. I take a few minutes to peruse, looking them over. It's a tough choice. There's one in particular, a blond with mid length hair and a tight little fuckable ass. He must sense me because he looks up at me - just for a second - with Dark smoldering eyes; but my breath literally hitches at the Ginger boy near the end. He's thin and pale, but I can see the Muscle tone.<br/><br/>"The Ginger at the end," I say a bit too sharply - excitement evident. "Can I see his file please?" I ask a bit softer, and the Rep flips though a stack of print-outs I didn't see him with earlier and hands me one. I look over it closely and back at the boy with a comparison to his head-shot.<br/><br/><div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;"><a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/04/a3/5f/04a35f6905dc730708ee6e58a3cbeadd.jpg">[ img ]</a></div></div></div><br/><br/>Name: Issac McCleod<br/><br/>Age: 15 years old<br/><br/>Brief Background: Issac was born in Ireland. He was born into a middle class family where neither of his parents were very tall. His mother just 5â€™ 0â€ and his father 5â€™ 6â€. He grew up learning to cook from his mother and got his intelligence from his father. He loved to cook a lot but he also loved to build robots or robotics. Using both whatever hi tech materials he could get along with easy to access materials. He was extremely smart and was advanced through school so that by the time he was thirteen he had graduated highschool. Needless to say he was given a scholarship from several major companies. Over the last year and four months maintained a 4.0 gpa and never ended up in trouble. Within the last eight months was befriended by some older males between ages of 21-25. Became caught up in the wrong crowd who later took him from his homeland and transfered him to the college in this city. Leader of the crowd traded him to pay off debts to a major drug lord. Drug lord used for personal chef before trading him out for a female. Been here for two and a half months.<br/><br/>Sexual/Medical History:<br/>*has mild hyperactivity issues<br/>*is short for his age...just 4â€™ 10 1/2â€ (short runs in the family)<br/>*virgin (except for orally with females)<br/><br/>Skills/Special Talents:<br/>*cooking (awesome chef skills)<br/>*robotics (building and creating working robots)<br/>*learns languages easy<br/>*genius IQ Level<br/><br/>Additional Notes:<br/>*has studied quite a bit of porn, primarily straight since it was easier to get ahold of, since a young age as an educational thing rather than a way to get off.<br/>*by studying porn has learned what does what and where in sexual situations. example: nibbling on the neck.<br/>*has done oral only with a female and only used his hands on a male<br/>*is at times innocent minded despite the fact he has seen quite a bit of porn. Though as far as gay porn goes his knowledge is more limited but he has a great grasp on the basics.<br/>*has a set of twin older sisters and an older brother <not slaves><br/>*has not yet hit his growth spurt<br/>*tends to be shy around anew people<br/>*has spurts of fiesty opinionatedness<br/>*seems to study others<br/>*seems to be rather be thinking or tinkering than interacting with others on a social level<br/><br/>Mm, very appealing. I prefer someone with some experience, but there's something to be said for virgins. If you have the patience you can teach them how to please you better then anyone else; besides, at 15 I doubt he's a total virgin. The educational background will make him useful in other way as well. "Any medical issues I should know about," I ask absently. Getting a negative, at least as far as they are aware my decision is easy.<br/><br/>"I'll take him."