MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>For a few minutes I merely flicked through the dossier, comparing the photographs to the real thing, turning the dossier sideways at one double spread like a horny teen does with a Playboy centrefold... I smiled. The pictures didn't do this creature justice.<br/><br/>He had the body of a lean, firm young man but quite incredibly without any hair whatsoever. His thighs gleamed in the spotlights above the cage in the way that only a woman's waxed limbs can. His stomach and chest seemed oiled they glistened so... I ran my tongue along my upper lip a moment.<br/><br/>He was too pretty not to have. The room was noisy and bustling so his speech wasn't clear but I did catch snippets of his voice. Well educated... somehow. I wondered how a cat-boy, presumably created in some illegal genetics lab somewhere for the purposes of pleasure and corruption would have learned to behave so well. His voice had Harvard tones. This creature wasn't just pretty, he had a mind and an education too.<br/><br/>I looked again at his sex which dangled semi-hard and thick, long and equally hairless. The boy had no shame at all, even being made to stand nude in a room full of strangers he held his head up and seemed to even be growing in hardness. Curious.<br/><br/>Finally needing to know more I lay the auctioneers file aside and stood up, lifting my shot glass between dainty fingers and approaching the cage.<br/><br/><strong>"Good evening,"</strong>I intoned, solemnly,<strong>"You're partly hard. You find it exciting to be bound and nude in a room of strangers?"</strong>