A few years ago, I got a call from the local university. The President of the biggest jock frat was on the other end of the line. He was nervous. Wanted to set up a time to meet in private. So, at that meeting I found out that a few years earlier, one of the members had basically dominated and then enslaved one of their younger members. This “Big Brother” had his “Little Brother” move into his room, and then over time, imprisoned him there. The president of the frat had inherited this problem now that the older member was ready to graduate in a few months, and they had found the slave (whom everyone thought had dropped out) nude and bound in the Big Brother’s closet.
"Why did you contact me?" I asked.
"Because you have the reputation of knowing what to do about such things," the fratboy said. "And the slave doesn’t want to be freed. He wants to stay, serving the frat, permanently. We can’t risk that. We were hoping that you would, you know, be able to find someone new for him to serve and get him off campus. Quietly."
"On one condition," I said. "I will handle the slave… but I also want the one who enslaved him. Two, or none."
Knowing I had him over a barrel, he nodded. “We were wondering how to handle him, too.”
And so, the evening after spring break started, I dropped by the nearly deserted frat house and picked up two parcels. The president oversaw them being quietly loaded into my truck. I was about to leave, and then I turned to the young man and took his chin in my left hand, “Oh, and I have a recording of you proposing this little arrangement… so I’ll be back tomorrow night to initiate you into my secret society. Your ass looks very very welcoming. I’m going to make the rest of your time at university a humbling experience.”