Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2006 23:39:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Hank M <firstname.lastname@example.org> Subject: Singular Acquisitions: Enslaving Frat Boys SINGULAR ACQUISITIONS 1: Enslaving Frat Boys By Master Redbeard (This is an interview with the gentleman entrepreneur who trades in only a few slaves per year, but who provides singular acquisitions for his very discriminating wealthy clients.) (If it is not legal for you to read this adult sexual content because of age, location or otherwise, please leave now. If you can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, please leave quickly and get help! This story genre is Slave Fiction and takes place in a future world in which enslavement - especially for sexual purposes - is legal and commonly accepted.) Your feedback or story ideas can be sent to me at redbeardedsf at yahoo dot com (flames ignored). CHAPTER 1: ENSLAVING FRAT BOYS You say all I have to do is tell you my story orally and you'll get it all transcribed and written up? It's all well and good for you to say that you'll keep the story anonymous, but as soon as I say my business is Singular Acquisitions people will know it's me. Well, the people who know my business will know it's me. Yes, you're right when you point out that 99.9% of the population doesn't know about Singular Acquisitions or about what I do. Let's be clear that I am not ashamed. I'm not one of those sleazy slave traders. Quite the opposite - the reason my business is unknown is because it's so exclusive. Given my family fortune, I never had any need to go into business or work a day in my life. But I've always felt that those of us blessed with great wealth should find a way to contribute back to society. I deal only with individual special enslavements. I do not deal in quantity. I have never taken on a re-sale. My clients know that any slave I sell is freshly enslaved. And the boys are all very good looking with hard athletic young bodies. I think of them as "boys" because I don't believe I've dealt with any enslavement older than twenty-two or twenty-three. It's not a hard and fast rule that I only deal with straight boy slaves. I've had gay boys. In fact, one of the boys I have in my facility right now is gay. It's just that I end up with straight boys for the most part. Oh, what the hell, I find it a lot more fun and excitement breaking in a straight boy as a pleasure slave for men. As to my clients - well, I've had a policy that I don't want to deal with any client who I wouldn't want to have as a guest in my home. As you know I have clients from all over the world. And since these clients are my friends I know their tastes, their likes and their predilections. So I will contact a person when I have an item I think they'd like. Can I say here that's how this interview began? I got in touch to tell you about a new piece of stock that I thought might interest you. And that's when you asked me to tell my story. Tell me the truth, when was the last time I contacted you to say I had a boy just for you? Five years ago? I thought it was more like three years ago. For the most part I have clients contacting me when they want something special. A lot of my work is enslavement to order. I'll have a client who'll say they want a boy of a certain height, certain coloring, and I'll see what I can track down. And there are times when a client will ask if I can assist in acquiring a specific boy. A client might send me a boy's name and picture and some information. I will investigate and see whether there's a financial or a legal way... well, let me make clear that I would never deal with a false enslavement! I only operate within the bounds of the law. There are plenty of times I tell clients that I just can't accommodate them. Last year I took a four-month vacation and cruised around the world. Truthfully, it was supposed to be time off but I ended up making certain purchases along the way. However, I merely shipped those items off to Bodoni & Felch here in the states. I was not going to disrupt my vacation to bring some new slave boys home. You know perfectly well I have always worked from home. That's why my adage is so relevant about only having clients I would entertain in my home, because that is the case. I have a modest 45 acres down in Florida. It's a family place built by my great-grandfather. I'm not a Johnny-come-lately who flocked down here when they changed the age laws. Oh, I wasn't talking about you. But there are some others with no class whatsoever. I keep a small household staff that sleeps below the rear veranda of the house. I have some slaves for the property that sleep in a barracks and of course I keep the ponies in the stable. But I also have a small structure - I call it a hut - that looks very pretty from the outside, hidden away by shrubs and vines, and that's where the new stock is kept. I only have facilities for three slave boys in there. I've had a thousand opportunities to expand, but I refuse to do so. If I had space for five or ten slave boys, I just know my business would grow and take up far too much of my time. There are some years in which I might just handle one or two items of stock in the entire year. But then there are times when I have an abundance of riches. This is one of those times. I have all three cages filled in the hut and I have another new boy I'm expecting will arrive next week. That's part of the reason I'm prepared to set a good price on the boy I'm recommending for you. I never haggle and I never have discounts, but this is an unusual situation on a number of counts. Perhaps the best way to tell about my business is to talk about the boys I now have in the hut. I guess I could start off by telling you about my relationship with this fraternity. I've had this ongoing relationship for either eight or nine years now. I generally get one boy a year from their pledge class, although this year (as I said) seems to be an embarrassment of riches. It all started nine or ten years ago with an elderly very wealthy client who lived just the next county over from me. Up till then he might call me and ask to see what I had in stock. He had made one purchase from me in all the years we've known each other. Well, he came to me with a picture and a name of a boy. It seems this elderly gent had been very generous in building a youth sports complex for this grubby little town near one of his factories. He was always there to hand out medals and ribbons and to watch the contests. Of course his interest in building this complex was the youths who played the sports. There was one lad who had won every swimming medal. In fact, the picture the old man had given me was a newspaper clipping of the boy in Speedos. He was a real beauty, hard defined muscles on a sculpted body without an ounce of fat, hair trimmed short, even his underarm hair shaved - good lord he looked almost like a slave boy in that newspaper picture. This swimming champ was in his senior year of high school. His family didn't have much money. I suppose I could have tried to get the father into some kind of debt, but I chose to go another route. At that time my eldest nephew was about to become president of his fraternity at my alma mater. I brought him in on this plan and offered him a six-figure sum if it worked out. My first step was to see that this swimmer got a full scholarship to the university and then that he got rushed by this fraternity. It must have seemed as if all his dreams were coming true - fancy college, exclusive fraternity. He didn't know it was an old man's perverted dreams that were in the process of working out. My nephew added one little clause to the contract that each of the freshman fraternity pledges signs. It says that if proof is found that a pledge is a homosexual, then the pledge shall be enslaved. Originally we were going to write it that the price paid for the newly-enslaved boy would all go to the frat, but we figured the parents wouldn't squawk as much if they got a nice cut of the money. Keep in mind, when a client asks for a specific boy to be enslaved, they are willing to pay a lot more money than they would simply to buy a slave. How did they get the pledges to sign a contract that holds out the possibility of enslavement? It's quite easy really. Everything else has already been explained to the freshmen who all stand with pens poised ready to sign the contract. Then the frat president says, "Oh, there's one other thing I'd like to bring to your attention." Well, once it's explained that the enslavement provision only kicks in if the frat has proof of homosexuality, everyone has to sign it. If any boy balked at that point it would be tantamount to admitting that he's a homosexual. Now, I wasn't in on every little detail of what they did. My nephew made some remark about the frat always having a few boys who were really skilled with Photoshop, but I'm not sure what that meant. Somehow the boys in the frat managed to convince the swim champion's parents that their son was homosexual. So the parents didn't put up any fuss about him being enslaved. Inducting the boy was a funny experience though. He didn't act at all like you expect boys to act when they're suddenly facing enslavement. My nephew marched the boy into my slave hut where I was waiting along with two slave cops. The boy never said a word when he was ordered to strip. He peeled off everything and said, "Sir, yes, sir." Then we all looked at each other when we realized that he believed this was just another fraternity hazing prank. He was collared, handcuffs attached to the D-rings on the back of his collar, and had what little hair was on his body removed (keep in mind as a swimmer he had already removed everything except for a little strip of public hair above his cock). All through this he never raised a fuss. He even winked at my nephew to show he was in on the joke. When we had him strapped down on his back and the slave cop was tattooing his slave ID number along his collarbone - that's when he first started to get upset. He called out to my nephew, "Mr. Pledgemaster, sir, this is a temporary tattoo? Right, sir?" My nephew took a small cat, just nine inches, and slapped it across the swimmer's dick and balls ten times. That can be very painful, I'm told, especially for a boy who's not used to receiving a slave's punishments. That's when the boy started to really fuss. He began to believe maybe this wasn't just a fraternity hazing. Of course, caning or whipping his ass would have been the easy way to convince him this was real. But his new owner hadn't paid me all that money to receive damaged goods. The kind of stock I deal with, I have to be very careful to keep the ass cheeks nice and creamy and flawless. Leaving him strapped down on his back like that, I fitted him with one of those mouth clamps. They're considered somewhat old fashioned now, but I swear by them for new slaves. It holds the mouth open, but all of it is padded so it doesn't leave scars on the slave's lips or on a master's penis. So the swimmer was strapped down and his mouth was forced open. Because he had played such an important role in helping to acquire this piece of merchandise, I let my nephew go first. The new slave was howling and wailing and crying, but it was unintelligible because of the mouth clamp that was holding his lips and teeth apart. My nephew fed the boy in a matter of minutes. I followed. Then the slave cop took his turn. By the time we finished breaking in the cute boy's mouth, his new owner arrived. We took the clamp out of the boy's mouth and he called out to the wealthy gentleman, "Sir, please, you know me from the town swimming pool. You gave me those medals and plaques. I'm not a slave. I'm not a homosexual. Please get me out of this, sir." The old man was already feeling up the boy in a very sensual way, chuckling and telling him "I paid a lot of money for you, boy. You're my new pleasure slave." Then he went on to say that it didn't matter what the boy's sexual preferences might be. The boy was now a pleasure slave to a homosexual and he'd better learn to do his job well or he'd be punished. While the new owner did not want any marks left on the boy's ass, he didn't mind clamps on the boy's tits. In fact he complained that the nipples were too flat on the chest. So he wanted us to pull and twist and even lash them. He had the boy turned over and bent over the horse for fucking. As old as he was, the old guy had taken some pills to give him an erection for hours and that new slave boy was well broken in. As the old millionaire was fucking, he was going on and on about remembering times when he saw the boy over the years. It must have been creepy for the college freshman, strapped down and being rammed up the butt for the first time, hearing how the old man remembered seeing the boy in a yellow Speedo three years earlier and a blue Speedo four years ago. It was clear that his new master had lusted after the boy for a long time. That story had a happy ending. The elderly gentleman lived another four or five years and then the slave boy was passed along for use by the old fellow's son. It's always nice when something like that can be kept in the family. The son is already past sixty and he appears to have similar tastes as his father. He's made some purchases from me and he's also had me pursue enslavement for one boy that he coveted. He's remarked that it's a shame Florida hadn't changed its age laws for slaves sooner or his father certainly wouldn't have waited so long to go after that swimming champ. The thing is - that turned out to be just the start of my relationship with the fraternity. They ended up with almost a quarter-of-a-million windfall profit. So of course they wanted to do it again the next year. I didn't have any specific requests for a boy, but they came to me with photos of some freshmen boys they were considering for their pledge class. For boys who are all supposedly straight, they sure had good eyes for tender boy flesh. They repeated the same thing my nephew had done - had the pledges sign an agreement that if there was proof of the boy's homosexuality he would be enslaved. Then they targeted a boy. It had to be a boy who had not gone to the same schools they had gone to, and whose parents didn't mingle with their parents. Therefore, it was always a boy from a more common background, a boy who was delighted for the chance to belong to such an exclusive fraternity. Also, because the boy was not in the same social circles as the other frat brothers, word never spread very far about the boy being enslaved. It was just expected that if a boy were blackballed from a fraternity he would leave the campus and not be heard from again. So it was simply a matter of saying that the boy had been kicked out of the fraternity. Everyone assumed it was theft or crude behavior or something common like that, and the frat brothers were gentlemen so they never spoke of the specifics. Meanwhile, the fraternity coffers were enriched by a large sum each year. That meant the frat house and events became more lavish, and membership in the frat became all the more desirable. So it's a win-win situation for everyone. As to my nephew - I'm so glad my brother didn't listen to me when I urged him years ago to enslave the boy. He's turned out to be quite a good businessman. He works in acquisitions for Bodoni & Felch in Southern Europe - Spain, Italy, Greece. Every time I see him he tells me it's more like play than work. That's the attitude I have about my work as well. It's a good way to go through life. Oh, I still didn't explain about the first boy I have in my hut. The oddest thing happened in this year's fraternity pledge class: this boy from a very good family just crept into the frat president's bedroom and started sucking the older boy's cock. When the frat president awoke with a start, the pledge announced that he was homosexual and that he knew this meant he would be enslaved. Can you believe that? When I said I have an embarrassment of riches this is what I meant. I have this handsome boy from a fine, well-to-do family, who is now naked in a cage. He's a very good-looking young man - curly dirty blond hair, strong jaw, football player shoulders and chest, though his legs could use work if he's going to be used as a pony. Naturally I contacted his family to see if they wanted to purchase him. But there's a really odd situation there. It turns out the father is in a coma right now, close to death. The mother is sedated because she's so upset over her husband's ill health, and there are orders she cannot be disturbed for any reason. So the person in charge of the family is now this slave boy's older brother. When I explained the entire situation to the older brother, he laughed so long and hard I couldn't even continue the conversation. I phoned the older brother a second time and he just told me he thought his little brother would be happy as a brothel slave. Well, I didn't need to be told that this boy would be ideal for a brothel - a classy place though, not someplace sleazy. Granted, slave boys who start out at classy brothels when they're 18 will usually end up in sleazy brothels by the time they're 24. I'm currently in negotiation with a couple of different places in Las Vegas, New York and California. I started off by saying I'm expecting another boy next week. That will be the pledge who was originally meant to be enslaved and come into my possession. So the frat will end up with double the money this year as in previous years. What an absurd notion! Why would they consider calling off the enslavement of this other boy? After all, he's from some middle class family. They only took him into the pledge class because they intended to sell him into slavery. The alternative would be having him as a frat brother for the next four years. I have quite a few hidden camera pictures of him. I'll even send you a video clip you'll find quite amusing. He's jerking off just before going into the shower. He's fully naked and he's looking at pictures of big-titted women with their legs spread. He doesn't touch his tits, doesn't touch his ass. It's totally boring straight boy masturbation. I'm sure I'll get a good price for him, but I haven't started looking for a buyer yet. I like to have the boy in my possession in a cage before I talk to clients.