Originally published in South Park: Scenes and Scenarios.
The boy lay curled up on the floor, fast asleep. He was thin, clothed only in a bright orange hoodie and sweat pants. He shivered in the cold breeze that shook the open screen door on its hinges. A short choke chain, like the kind used on willful dogs, rested loosely around his neck, a blue leash attached to the end of it. The boy's quacking form was illuminated by a single lamp and two shadows cast across the light.
"I assume he's been trained." A man's harsh voice whispered in the darkness.
"You assume right. He knows his oral pleasure." The woman crouched down and stroked back the sleeping boy's dirty blonde hair to reveal his soft pink lips. "And my husband tells me his fingers work miracles."
"What about his ass?"
"It's virgin tight. He does calisthenics everyday to stay pert but I thought you'd like to be the first to break that barrier." She smiled. "We can loosen him up a bit before the final transaction if you'd like."
"That's quite alright. I want him to feel it." The buyer smiled back. "Wake him up. I want to see the body."
She reached down and yanked leash around the boy's neck. He choked, instantly awake, rising to relax its hold.
"What?" He demanded rubbing his neck.
"Get up." She commanded. "And don't talk back."
"Bitch." He muttered angrily. She yanked hard on the leash again, forcing him to stand. The boy winced but remained silent.
"I have to warn you." She said to the buyer. "He's got a rebellious streak a mile wide. You can't turn your back on him for a minute 'less he's chained."
"Duly noted." The buyer nodded. "Let's see the body."
"Strip." She commanded. "And no back talk or you'll regret it!"
The boy glared at her and began to remove his clothing. First the dark orange hoodie fell to reveal a finely toned abdomen and taught lean muscles. His rip cage poke through the skin. Then, with a barely contained rage, he dropped his pants.
"How old is he?"
"Thirteen next week."
"You were right, Mrs. McCormick." The buyer murmured, walking in a wide circle around the mechandise, viewing the smooth pale skin in the lamp light. "Your son is… impressive."
"Thank you. We've worked hard on him." She smiled proudly, stroking her son's hair as he seethed. "Just as you requested."
"Mom, who the hell is this?" The boy snarled.
"The man who's gonna pay for your sorry ass." She slapped the back of his head. "So show some goddamn respect!"
"Fuck that shit!" The boy pulled away, angry and panicked, forgetting the chain around his neck. "You're going to sell me, you crazy bitch!"
"I'll handle this." The buyer interjected before Mrs. McCormick could discipline her offspring. "What's your name, boy?"
"Fuck you!" He spat angrily.
The man smiled and reached into his pocket pulling out a small black box and ramming it forcefully into the boy's bare chest. The blonde boy shook violently, electrical currents racing through his slender body. He yelped like a whipped animal and dropped to his knees, in greater pain than he'd ever experienced.
"I asked you a question." The buyer repeated. "What is your name?"
"K-kenny." He gasped. "My name's Kenny."
"Well, Kenny, as your lovely mother has no doubt informed you, I am the reason you are alive." He smiled down into Kenny's wide blue eyes, "I came to your family fourteen years ago and offered to pay them five thousand dollars a year to train you as my personal slave. You weren't even conceived then but I told them I would pay so long as their first child born as a blonde would belong to me. I like blondes. Now that you've reached the cusp of manhood, Kenny, I've come to claim you. I will pay your family thirty thousand dollars and you will live with me for the rest of your life, obeying my every whim. Do you understand?"
"Go to hell!" Kenny whispered, pleasantly defiant.
"I thought you might say that." The buyer said, crouching down to look directly in to Kenny's face. He placed a large hand on Kenny's cheek and slowly caressed the boy's smooth skin, trailing down his shoulder and muscled arm. Kenny flinched but his mother held the lease taut. "You know you don't have any choice in this matter. You never did and it's so much more fun for me if you're unwilling so go ahead and hate me. Feel free to resist. It won't matter and it will entertain me when I'm not violating every inch of your body."
"Mrs. McCormick." He stood with a smile. "I congratulate you. He's perfect."
"What about the money?" Mrs. McCormick asked.
"There's fifteen thousand in the case by the door."
"What about the rest of it?" She demanded angrily.
"Relax, Mrs. McCormick. I don't plan on taking your son tonight. My associate with contact you before the end of the week to collect Kenny with the rest of the money." Kenny collapsed on to the floor; his body curled in to a tight ball. The buyer smiled, watching the boy's quivering shape. "You can even keep the brief case."
"Thank you."
"Not at all, Mrs. McCormick." The buyer bowed slightly and turned to the door. "Good bye."
The screen door slammed shut against the rain storm outside and Kenny heard a car leaving his driveway. He stood, and stared after the light while his mothere went eagerly to the door and grabbed the brief case. She flipped open the clasps and grinned at the pale green contents. Kenny stared at her.
"Why?" He whispered.
"Did you say something?" His mother asked.
"Why?" Kenny repeated, with tears in his eyes. "Why would you do this? I'm your son!"
"So?" She said. "I have two other children and they need thirty thousand dollars more than they need a brother. Besides, you been feed for thirteen years, haven't you? Had a roof over your head? That man'll take care of you for the rest of your life."
"So you're doing this for me?"
"Shut up, Kenny. Get some sleep."
Kenny pulled on his hoodie and lay back down on the floor. "I hate you."
I'm working on a second chapter but I've no idea when it will come out. Please review.