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Grizlack sat at his rounded, 270-degree, desk surrounded by five monitors in a high-rise office building on Gleptar-4. His 10 eyes and 10 arms each worked a different computer, typing away vigorously while he fought to keep up with his quota. His green, scaly skin sweated as the day wore on. The screens flashed wildly with descriptions and images of young boys. All around him, at their desks, were other Hentarians, a species that was especially good at this kind of task, working equally as fast and hard to meet the demands of the ever-growing market for sex.
Grizlack worked for Bodies Incorporated, the largest multi-system conglomerate that specialized in the provision, transportation, and care of pleasure workers. In layman's terms, they provided the galaxy with a constant supply of boys, girls, women, men, and everything in between of all legal species to be used in brothels, private clubs, or as personal sex slaves. Grizlack worked in the Acquisitions department’s human, undeveloped male department as an escalation agent. His job was to parse through requests from clients and identify an adequate subject that would meet all the requirements when one wasn’t readily available. Bodies Inc. had a large collection of stock on hand, but often, the client wanted something so specific, that a special collection had to be arranged. Grizlack prided himself on being able to identify and locate these targets in record time. Humans were short-lived in comparison to the galactic average and reproduced remarkably fast when compared to other galactic species.
Efforts had been made to produce human offspring in incubation pods, a process that had been extremely successful for other high-demand species, but the results had not come close to live birth offspring. Their limbs were elongated and their genitals were often malformed. When the pods failed, Bodies Inc. had tried breeding farms, but the way the human genes worked the results, even with the brightest minds in genetic engineering working on it, never even came close to what was naturally available. This led to the installation of the cameras. On every planet where humans were the majority, Bodies Inc. installed cameras to cover nearly every inch of public space. They'd spent a fortune developing AI software to identify and track every human that the cameras caught. They identified their routines, their habits, and just everything they could. They paid doctors for medical records and lobbied for mandatory physicals annually to include the measurements that made finding just what their clients were looking for easier.
The requests kept flying across the screen, and Grizlack kept dutifully working them, finding the perfect match, and assigning a collector to retrieve the specimen. The humans were a populous race. Their population far outnumbered any of the other technologically advanced species. Humans were relatively new to the Galactic stage, only being accepted into the Great Chamber within the last Galactic rotation, but they had made themselves known. They were industrious, intelligent for their size, and quick to adapt to new situations, including their species being listed as legal for sex trafficking. The illegal sex trade has existed since the first intergalactic species first contacted one another. As more species came onto the Galactic stage, the black market grew wildly and unwieldy, so the list of allowed species was created. Many species have spent time on the list, to later use their political or military prowess to remove themselves, but humans currently lack the technology, sway, or power to do that, so they remain, available to other species as sex toys: legal sex slaves.
A new request popped up on screen 4, escalated by Zenrak, one of the junior analysts in the department. It at first seemed pretty standard: Species: Human, sex: male (penis present), sexual development: undeveloped (no hair below top of head), foreskin: removed, eyes: blue, hair: blond/yellow/white, build: skinny/fit, sexual experience: None/Virgin. Grizlack wondered why Zenrak had sent this over to him. Bodies Inc. had plenty of standard stock that would satisfy these requirements. Even the foreskin wasn’t a problem, that could easily be removed. There must be something in the additional details. Grizlack expanded the additional details section and began reading:
The client requests an Earthling human juvenile male from an affluent background. Specimen must have lived a life of luxury with no prior major injuries or broken bones. Must be extremely happy with no mental health disorders. Age should be between 6 and 8 Earth years. Must be an only child/no siblings. Must play soccer and sing in choir. Must play violin and piano. Penis length should be between 1 and 1 ¼ inches when flaccid and between 1 ¾ inches and 2 inches when sexually stimulated. Testicles should be tight to the body and barely visible when the specimen is sexually aroused. The rear hole should be artificially tightened and bleached before delivery while the specimen is under sedation. The specimen should not be made aware of why they are being taken. Must be collected by an adult human male.
Grizlack paused, something he nearly never did, before quickly resuming his search. This was an unusual one, but he was not going to sully his perfect record. He had never failed to identify the perfect target for collection and had a 100% satisfaction rating from the clients he served. He started scanning and filtering through the vast database of humans. All manner of records and pictures flew across the screen. Rich humans often tried to keep themselves and their children from being identified by Bodies Inc. They wore special masks in public, paid private tutors to avoid schools, where surprise medical examinations would randomly be performed, and only visited doctors who could be paid off to accidentally forget to input their data, but none of that was perfect. Bodies Inc. had more money than any human family could even come close to and when Bodies Inc wanted something, it got it. Grizlack narrowed his search, digging deeper and deeper, eliminating options until just one potential specimen remained. The boy met all the criteria set forth by the client. Now, Grizlack just had to assign a collector and he could move on to the next request in the never-ending queue. It had to be an adult human male, something that wasn’t all that uncommon as they blended in easily when collecting humans. Grizlack found the perfect one, located within the same city as the specimen to be collected: Henry Stephenson. Grizlack hit assign and continued to work.