Routine

"Get under my desk."

"...does your garbage need emptying?"

"No. Get on your knees, under my desk." Mr Henkel smiled, eyes twinkling.

"Um...yes, sir..." Josie said, blushing, but obeying, still confused.

When Josie was settled, Mr Henkel sat down at his desk. Josie could see how hard he was even in the shadows under the desk.

Josie looks up from under the extra-wide, very fancy and expensive hand-carved desk at his employer, still not totally sure what to do. Despite...recent events...he's still quite naive.

Mr Henkel gave him a clue, unzipping his pants.

Josie looks up at his boss' released cock, thinking 'he doesn't wear underwear...' before comprehension dawns. With an almost audible 'ding!' he settles himself again, lowering his mouth over the flushed organ.

Mr Henkel moved into the desk, the only sign of his pleasure was the occasional stroke of the hair or stifled groan. He started typing, clearly doing work while Josie sucked him off.

Josie groans around his mouthful, finding that he enjoys being an office supply much more than he would have anticipated.

To his surprise, he hears the beep of his boss's phone. Mr Henkel was calling someone. Josie could even hear their voice on the other line. He listened to his boss calmly make an appointment for later that week at the same time as he rocked his hips to fuck Josie's mouth.

Josie's eyes widen and he tries to pull back and allow Mr. Henkel to continue his conversation in peace.

Mr Henkel pulled Josie back, forcing his cock all the way to the back of Josie's throat.

Josie gasps a little, swallowing to get more comfortable on the cock, his cock painfully hard at the thought of his boss fucking his mouth while on the phone and otherwise going about his normal routine.

Mr Henkel finally arranged his appointment, jotted it down in his day planner, grabbed Josie's hair and came in his mouth.

Josie coughs a little, surprised by the suddenness of the cum filling his mouth. He pulls against the hand in his hair a little, but soon regains control, swallowing hard and looking up at his employer.

"Good boy." Mr Henkel sounds a bit breathless now. "Did you enjoy that?"

"...yessir..." the boy gasps, wiping his mouth and smiling lazily up at Mr. Henkel.

"Good boy." Mr Henkel let Josie out from under the desk with a smile and a pat on the butt.

Josie, panting a little, leans against Mr. Henkel, looking up at his boss to make sure this is ok. He's glad the office is carpeted.

His boss pulls him into his lap, sliding his hand up Josie's thigh, touching his erection through his pants. He chuckled, "You did like that."

Josie blushes again, snuggling into his boss' lap. "...yes..." he admits.

"Good." he seemed to get an idea. "Would you want to try something new with the dogs today?"

"Of course. I like to give them as many experiences as possible," he says, switching to business mode.

"Good. I think Neptune could use some fun, don't you?" he stood, putting Josie on his feet. "Can you walk?"

Josie is a little shaky, but he stands with Mr. Henkel's help. "Yes, sir. He hasn't been bred for a while, and I think he's bored."

"I think so too." Mr Henkel led him to the pet's stall. "Would you strip, Josie?"

"...sir?" Josie asks.

"Strip naked."

"Ah....yes sir, sorry sir!" Josie undresses as quickly as he can, soon standing in a pile of his clothes.

Mr Henkel gathered Josie's clothes, then went in, leashing Neptune with a short leash. "Good boy, Neptune." the pet wagged his anal-plug tail, eyes sparkling. "Come in and get on all fours."

Josie has a rather confused expression, but does as he's told, thinking he sees where this is going. He's quite hard, if anything a little harder, and it's not like he hasn't fantasized about this before...

Mr Henkel tied Neptune quickly, getting out some lube and preparing Josie, sliding his slick fingers into the boy's anus. Neptune strains at his leash, whining eagerly. His cock is hard, almost dripping.

Josie groans, then something occurs to him. Blushing, he stares at the floor, asking, "Shouldn't I be tied, too?"

"Do you need to be?" Mr Henkel asked. "Or would you just like to be?"

"...like to..." he says, almost in a whisper.

Mr Henkel got out a collar and thigh straps, clipping the collar to a leash tied to a ring in the front and the belts around the thighs to rings on the floor so that he couldn't move forward and escape the eager Neptune. Neptune was practically howling at this point, scrabbling at the floor.

Josie eagerly allows himself to be bound, now unable to turn his head and see what's coming, and not really able to touch himself without falling on his face and strangling himself with the collar. He's very hard, and very eager.

Mr Henkel unsnapped Neptune, but kept a hold of his leash. Neptune eagerly licked Josie's anus for a few seconds before he mounted, forcing himself in hard and fast.

Josie groans, a little shocked by the force of the thrusting, until he remembers that the stud has never actually had sex with a live creature. Josie yelps a little, straining against the thigh belts holding him in place.

Mr Henkel gave Neptune a jerk of the leash. The pet whined, but slowed down a little, keeping an eye on Mr Henkel. He bit gently at the back of Josie's neck.

Josie moans, remembering that his boss, newly his lover, is standing over him, watching him get fucked by one of the studs, and he almost cums on the spot. He relaxes, allowing the dogboy's cock to slide in and out much more easily.

Neptune doesn't take long to finish, whining happily and practically falling off Josie. "Don't cum yet." his lover warns. Mr Henkel walks the dogboy out, coming back in with the other stud, Pluto.

Josie groans when Neptune fills him, and tries to jerk backwards and fill himself again when the cock was removed, but is again stopped by the thigh restraints. He tries to glance behind him and see what Mr. Henkel is doing, confused.

Pluto, being a younger stud, isn't really sure what to do. He's excited and he whines a little, but he doesn't mount. Instead he licks at Josie's ass and cock, nibbling and sucking playfully at the sensitive skin.

Josie groans and bucks, recognizing Pluto's sounds. Suspecting that he won't be allowed to cum until Pluto has, he calls for the stud, trying to encourage him, using the special word they use for breeding.

Pluto mounts, but misses, his hard cock sliding along Josie's thigh. Mr Henkel bent down, guiding Pluto's cock into Josie gently.

Josie groans again, louder, especially as he feels Mr. Henkel's large, rough hand along his thigh and is immediately entered. He's making high pitched desperate noises, throwing himself against Pluto as much as he can with his restraints.

Pluto starts to thrust, more gently than Neptune at first, then faster as he starts to cum. "Good boy!" cries Mr Henkel.

Josie laughs, a little wildly, not sure which of them his boss is talking to. The boy is soon rhythmically groaning in time to the thrusts, biting his lip to hold his orgasm back.

"Cum Josie!" Mr Henkel ordered as Pluto spasmed and ejaculated into Josie.

Josie cums furiously, splashing his thigh restraints, his stomach and chest as he screams his climax.

"Good boy." Mr Henkel led the stud boy away, then came back to release Josie. "How was it?"

Josie is leaning into the restraints, panting, but with a huge grin on his face. He nods, beaming up at his employer.

"Good." Mr Henkel chuckled, tossing him a towel. "You're a bit of a mess."

Josie gratefully takes the towel and wipes himself, blushing ever so faintly. He sits on the rubber mat covered floor. "Thank you sir......"

"You're welcome. I'm sure the studs enjoyed it. Would you like to make this a weekly event?"

"Umm...yes, sir...I think so..." He blushes more now. "I'm sure they did. And...I'm sure it's good practice...I hope..."

"Yes. I'll talk to you more about that later. For now, you should rest." Mr Henkel smiled wickedly. "Big day tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Josie peers at his employer, not sure what he's talking about. "...was that a new client you spoke to earlier?" he asks.

"Yes, it was. We have a lot of planning to do tomorrow. Would you wake me early?"

Josie is a little confused by his boss' mysteriousness, but is intrigued and a little aroused by his wicked smile. "Yes, sir. Goodnight, sir." After Mr. Henkel leaves, Josie finds he's too tired to make his way back to his small house, so he just curls up with Pluto, who's already snoring.

Josie, Again

Josie comes down from his on-site little house to find a note from Mr. Henkel taped to his door, telling him to report to his office before starting work.

Mr Henkel was sitting at his desk, doing some paperwork. Rex was flopped on his side with his head on Mr Henkel's foot. He raised his large dark eyes to look at Josie when he came in, whining once and thumping his tail in greeting.

Josie smiles at his boss-cum-lover, and goes over to greet Rex, petting the dogboy's head and telling him sweet doggie nothings. "Good morning, sir. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, thank you for coming. I have an important dinner tonight with clients who want to invest. I was hoping you could help me with the catering for the dinner I had planned." Mr Henkel smiled down at Josie and his oldest pet-boy.

Rex made happy dog-groans, rolling onto his back and offering his belly to Josie.

Josie rubs Rex's belly, before turning his full attention to his employer. "Ah, of course, sir. I don't have much experience with that sort of thing..."

"You don't need to. Do you know what nantaimori is?"

Rex whines when Josie stops petting.

Josie laughs at the eager pooch and starts petting him again. "Ah, no sir. I'm afraid I don't..."

"Well, you'll be the center-piece of the table, I'll let you find out for yourself." He chuckled. "The chef is already in the kitchen, let him do what he needs to do with you."

Josie thinks he means that he'll be talking to clients, and isn't entirely sure what the chef has to do with anything. "Yes sir. I'll see you this evening, then?" He scratches Rex under the chin.

"You will indeed. Be good, Josie." Mr Henkel patted his employee's butt as he turned to go. Rex followed Josie to the door, then went back to his Master's feet with a little dog sigh.

****

Josie makes his way to the kitchen, a place he's never had reason to go before, and presents himself to a man in a tall, white chef's hat. He can see that several of the food pets are being prepared for the evening's dinner.

The chef gets him to shower, sending him away with one of the groomers. The groomer used the dog-boy shower, shaving every hair on Josie's body - except for the hair on his head. He gets scrubbed and dried quite thoroughly.

Josie is very confused by all this, but assumes that Mr. Henkel just wants him extra clean for meeting the clients. When they start shaving him, he finally asks, "Um...excuse me? Why are you shaving my...down there?"

"No one wants hair in their food, sweetie." the man smiled.

Josie gives the man a blank look, then looks horrified. "...food?"

"Yes, they'll be serving on you." he said blankly. "Didn't they tell you?"

Josie shakes his head. "...what exactly does that mean?" he asks, looking anxiously at meat boys being given a similar treatment.

"You'll have food laid out on you, like a platter?"

"Oh!" Josie laughs with relief, then blushes. "...naked? Why?"

"It's some big fad right now, I don't know sweetie." the groomer continued to shave him in intimate places.

Josie squirms a bit, anxiously watching the razor on his delicate bits. "Thanks..." he says, blushing. Although part of him -does- like the thought of Mr. Henkel eating off his naked body, and watching other rich, powerful men do the same.

The groomer finished with him, sending him to the chef wearing only little plastic booties, same as the meat-boys. Josie was given a few leashes and led the boys to the chef. "You, lay on the table."

Josie, a little intimidated by the chef and still quite bewildered, thinks the man is referring to one of the boys, and he starts to lift one of them onto the table.

"No, not them. You!" the chef grabs the boy off the table, handing him roughly to one of his cooks. "You lay on the table. In the middle."

"Oh. Sorry." Josie blushes and hops onto the table, delicately covering his completely exposed privates.

"Hands at your sides." the chef arranged him artistically, giving him a little Japanese pillow. "Don't move." he disappears for a moment.

Josie sighs, a rather bewildered expression on his face, and does his best to obey.

The chef reappears, with a tray of sushi. He starts placing them all over Josie in intricate color patterns. He covers the boy's nipples with ginger, laying out chopsticks and sake all around him.

Josie squirms as the chilled sushi touches him, trying not to giggle as the ginger juice tickles, running down his sides, trying to watch everything going on around him.

"Stay still." the chef tells him irritably. He starts drizzling sauce over the sushi and Josie's skin.

Josie nods, looking a little pouty and very confused and trying very, very hard not to squirm as he's drizzled, especially when it reaches a sensitive area.

The chef frowns at him, taking something that looks like an icing bag and leaning over Josie's cock. Soon afterwards the boy feels a burning sensation.

"Ow!" Josie starts to sit up, frowning a little at the chef.

The chef pushes him down, slapping his face gently. "Stay still. It's only wasabi."
"Ow...." Josie says, frowning but lying back, trying to get used to the sensation. "...why are you putting wasabi on my...there?"

"Well, the guests might like it for their sushi." the chef smirked. "If you keep moving I will tie you down, so please stay still."

"T-tie me down...?" Josie looks concerned again. "...how exactly will they be -getting- it on their sushi?" he wonders aloud.

The chef indicated the chopsticks, turning to leave. "Keep an eye on him." he tells his cooks. Josie now has a front row seat to them impaling one of the meat-boys and turning him on a spit as he twitches and ripples. The boy's cock is hard and dripping into the fire underneath him.

Josie's eyes widen and he watches--he hadn't known they were alive when they were spitted. He can't turn away, and is shocked to find his cock hardening in response to the boy's. Of course, this releases his cock from its foreskin, leaving the sensitive hole open to wasabi-invasion. "Ow..." he wipes at his cock.

One of the cooks comes over, taking some rope and binding Josie's wrists under the table with fancy Japanese bondage. He does the same to Josie's neck and ankles, keeping the rope tight under the table so he can't move much. He wipes down the boy's cock with a wet cloth and redoes the wasabi, watching Josie's face as he makes little wasabi rosettes on the exposed and glistening head of his cock.

Josie relaxes as he's bound, to his surprise. He hasn't done much bondage before, but finds he quite likes it. He flinches and bites his lip as the wasabi is artfully applied to his delicate penis.

"Do you think you'll stay hard through dinner?" the cook asked. "If you're going to get soft, I might have to reapply it."

Josie whimpers and makes a little frowny face at the chef, definitely looking concerned.

"Well?"

"Ah...I don't know...Mr...Chef..."

"Hm. Just keep watching the meat, I'm sure you'll stay hard." he chuckled.

Josie blushes. "I...ah...don't know what you mean..." He glances at the still-squirming spitted boy, feels his cock twinge, and looks away again, blushing.

"There's not much else in here to get you going." the cook chuckled, going to baste the wriggling, cooking boy. This elicited a moan from the browning boy.

Josie blushes harder and looks away. "I, uh...was thinking of something else," he says lamely.

"If you say so." the cook slid a tube into the boy's anus, pouring in some of the basting sauce.

Josie finds himself watching again, drawn to the movement. He moans softly, his cock nearly touching his stomach at the sight.

"I thought as much." the cook removes the tube, plugging the boy with a small peeled onion.

The boy tied to the table bucks a little against his restraints, nibbling his lip with dismayed arousal...and realizing that he can't do anything about it as he watches the spitted boy squirm.

He watches the boy cook a little while longer, but is surprised when the boy is still looking around vacantly when they take him off the spit. They set up a little support around the table and hang the boy, still moaning and moving, above Josie so that they're looking right at each other.

Josie's eyes widen, and his cock softens a little. "He's still alive!"

"Yes, he's specially prepared. You can only eat a few inches in, but he's going to be eaten alive." the cooks explained. They fancied the boy up, doing his hair and adding garnish.

Josie nods. "...wouldn't he still be pretty...raw?" he says, trying to sound calm. His cock hardens again as he watches, and the boy seems to be enjoying himself...

"Most of him, yes. And a lot of him is rare, but some of him will be perfectly cooked. It's a lot of wasted meat, but it's worth it for the presentation, don't you think?" they left the boy over Josie. His cock was still hard and twitching, though it looked pretty cooked.

Josie nods, still a little overwhelmed. He has a sudden, vivid image of himself sucking/eating the cooked boy's cock, and he groans, bucking against the rope again, flushed with arousal and shame.

The men started to file in for the dinner, all of them dressed very well. He saw Mr Henkel give him a little smile. "Help yourselves, gentlemen, one of the best things about working here is the amount of meat-boys that I end up eating. I've put on a few extra pounds since we've gotten our chefs here." he smiled, sitting at the head of the table so he was right by Josie's head.

Josie smiles back, a little shyly, and decides that staring at the ceiling is probably the safest. He tries not to react when his boss sits so close to his face, almost looming over him.

The men start to talk over him, drinking tea and sake and helping themselves to the sushi on his body. He can feel their chopsticks brush his skin. A few of them take ginger from his nipples and a couple brush their sushi against the wasabi laid out across his cock.

The sushi-covered boy shivers lightly at every touch, every sleeve that brushes him as he's reached across. He's not having trouble keeping hard. Quite the opposite. He bites his lip to keep from moaning whenever someone takes wasabi.

Then they start to cut into the boy above him. He is rare, rare enough that his juices run down his body, pooling above Josie before finally dripping onto his exposed skin. The boy moans, actually orgasming, splashing Josie with his cum.

Josie squirms with surprise as he's covered in warm boy-grease, not quite hot enough to burn, only to be a little uncomfortable. He nearly comes himself, shocked at this and the boy's reaction to being carved alive.

Mr Henkel bent over Josie, whispering in his ear. "Cum."

Josie starts, staring wide-eyed up at his employer. He nods, and cums, splashing the boy suspended above him. He blushes furiously, turning his head to bury it in the pillow.

"Good boy." Mr Henkel chuckled, dipping his sushi in the mix of juices collecting on Josie's navel before popping it into his mouth. He reached up, moving the boy's spit so that his cock was directly over Josie's mouth.

Josie's eyes widen as the various fluids are dabbed out of his belly button, and watches what his employer is doing. His eyes look...hungry...as the gently steaming morsel is brought over his mouth.

Mr Henkel undoes the rope around Josie's neck, giving him enough slack to sit up a bit. The investors are all chuckling and clearly enjoying themselves. It's not every day you get a show like this.

Josie blushes again as he hears the noise of the other men, reminded that he's not alone with his lover. He stretches his neck a little, glad to be able to move...and not getting it.

"Suck him, Josie."

Josie's eyes widen as he stares up at the browned organ above him, and he shakes his head before he can stop himself. Pulling himself together, he raises his head, a little uncomfortably with the rest of him bound, and gingerly takes the head of the cock in his mouth. He's surprised to find it lightly seasoned with some delicious spice.

The boy above him cries out, bucking a little on the spit. His cock hardens in Josie's mouth, weakly.

Josie pulls back at the noise and movement, staring wide-eyed at the boy above him, who he had been sure was dead. He exhales, and takes the cock in his mouth a little more, eyes squeezed shut.

The men about them spoke as if this was entirely normal, watching a bound man covered in sushi blow a cooked and nearly-dead boy suspended above him. They made banter with Mr Henkel, asking if he had boys like Josie for sale, about the meat-boys, a few questions about Rex, who faithfully had his chin on his Master's lap.

Josie sighs with relief, softly, as he isn't completely the centre of attention. He finds his mouth sliding up the cock, enjoying the flavour more and more.
The boy rocks, cumming into Josie's mouth. His eyes glaze over. Josie can't tell if he's unconscious or dead.

Josie pulls back, trying to wipe his mouth, forgetting that his hands are bound. He licks his lips instead, glancing around to make sure no one is watching.

Mr Henkel gives him a little smile. "Good boy." He leans over a bit, slicing a mouthful from the head of the boy's cock and putting it in Josie's mouth.

Josie's eyes widen and for a moment it looks like he might spit it out, but he forces himself to chew. His eyes widen and he begins to chew eagerly as the delicious flavour fills his mouth.

His boss chuckles, taking a slice for himself. He sits back with a happy sigh, giving Rex a scrap of meat from the boy.

Josie feels something drip onto his face and sees pinkish grease dripping from the severed cock. He laps at it, almost eagerly, opening his mouth to catch more.
A few other men helped themselves to a bit of the boy's cock, letting more juice dribble down into Josie's open mouth.

Josie is hard again by this point, thrusting his hips as much as he can, as if offering the spicy condiment adorning his cock, happily drinking the juices.
One of the men runs his finger up Josie's cock, getting some of the wasabi and sucking it off his finger with a smirk.

The sushi platter groans, watching the man with large, pleading eyes, bucking again helplessly.

He just laughs, ignoring Josie to talk with another man. After everyone is done, Mr Henkel stands. "Well, shall we adjourn to the sitting room for coffee and dessert?" he leads the way.

Josie is, of course, still bound to the table, wearing nothing but a confused expression and a hard cock.

The cook comes back over, grinning. He doesn't untie Josie, but takes his cock in his mouth, sucking off the wasabi.

Josie groans, the spice burning his already tormented cock, somewhere between pain and pleasure. "...is he dead?" he gasps, jerking his head at the boy above him.

The cook nodded, pulling back and wiping his mouth. "I've never had one last through dinner."

Josie nods, wriggling a little. "...are you going to untie me?" he asks with a small smile.

"Yes." he said, after taking one of the remaining sushis from Josie's chest and eating it. He untied Josie and moved the spit so he could sit up.

Josie smiles. "Thank you." He stretches a little, brushing rice and sesame seeds off himself, blushing again.

"Of course. You can go have a shower if you like, your clothes should be in your room." the cook took the boy's spit down, starting to pull the spit out of the his anus slowly.

Josie's eyes close with excitement as he watches, perched on the edge of the table. "Ah...thank you..."

"Of course." he grunts, clearly pulling hard to get the spit out. Rex jumps up, putting his front legs on the table and leaning over to lick the dead boy.

"Rex!" Josie cries, a little shocked. He claps his hands to shoo the dogboy away from the dead boy.

Rex whines, giving Josie the big eyes, then starting to lick sushi sauce off his thigh.

Josie laughs and pets the incorrigible dog, smiling shyly at the chef.

Rex wags happily, still licking, though he's eyeing the boy. The chef cuts a piece from the dead boy's thigh and tosses it to Rex, who catches it, eating hungrily.

Josie watches, fascinated, watching the dogboy devour the meat. He hops down from the table. "I, uh, guess I should check on everyone. I guess someone else did my work today...."

The chef nodded, no longer paying attention. "Take the dog with you, would you?" he says, picking up the dead meat and carrying it away.

Josie nods, not sure if he should return Rex to his owner, or take him along. He gently wraps a hand around the dog's neck to keep him from following the meat, and whistles for him to follow once it's out of sight.

Mr Black

Hello there, and welcome to The Ranch! Ah, Mr. Black. I’ve been expecting you. We can always use more investors for our operation. It’s grown quite a bit since I started with Rex. I’ll just whistle for him…oh, there he is. He was my first attempt, and I’ve kept him. He’s nothing like the newer generations, but he’s a good pet. He’s getting on in years. Oh, what happened to his leg? I ate it. It was delicious. But you can see he gets around just fine on the custom replacement I built for him. All my products have full non-essential parts replacement coverage, for any kind of damage. Even if part of him just looks too tasty to resist. Shall we get started?

As you know from the information package, I have three kinds of human pets: companion, pleasure and meat. Although of course you can use any of them for any purpose…they’re triple purpose, you might say!

The companion pets are our largest line, with the most research into adaptations. I take you to our pet surgical unit, and I can show you some of the modifications.

Yes, I did used to be a surgeon, and all Rex’s modifications were done by me, but I simply don’t have time to do that all myself anymore! I have a surgical staff these days.

Now, the most common problems with a human pet—the can talk, they’re too large, and their lifespan is too great. Who wants a pet that could live to be 100? That, and they take a very long time to reach maturity.

Here at The Ranch, we have come up with solutions to these problems, and we are continually researching new methods. We also do personalized surgeries when requested by a customer—hand or foot modification, tendon snipping, penis altering, neutering…whatever they ask for. Our most exciting recent breakthrough is with spots—we can now make pets with patches of differently coloured skin.

Now, the problems I mentioned. The third, the problem with aging so slowly and living such a long time, can’t really be demonstrated. I developed a hormone that’s given to all my pets at birth. I gave it to Rex here as a pup—he’s about fifteen now, and you can see that his hair is quite grey. Yes, we are making progress toward making this hormone hereditary, so the pets will not need to be injected. No, at this point we don’t offer the option to breed. Well, we don’t have any females! If you’ll follow me, one of our studs is doing his thing right now. No, unfortunately Rex is sterile (an early and completely resolved issue).

Here we are. As you can see, the stud mounts this special contraption…his penis is connected to this pump, and he’s comfortably strapped in. The pump then stimulates him until he ejaculates, and the product is collected. He is then taken back to his pen. The semen is either stored or put immediately into one of our artificial vaginas for development.

Moving along…the second problem I mentioned—size. Most of our customers want something a little smaller, that they can easily handle and even pick up. We developed a drug that inhibits growth, and of course we always choose smaller stock to breed from. Yes, we are also working on making this drug unnecessary, which is one of the projects investors like you would be funding. Of course you’ll get a free sample of each of our products. We’re hoping that by our next generation, G5, we will have those problems fixed in their genetics, and we won’t require pharmaceuticals.

The first problem, speech, is a slightly more complicated one that currently requires surgery, though we are working to make these alterations heritable, as well. Here we are in the pet surgical unit, and you can see a surgical team working on a pet’s larynx. Oh yes, he’s quite sedated, and given all the best post-operative care. It’s all quite humane. Yes, throat surgery is quite delicate. Ah, a little too delicate for you, Mr. Black? We’ll move on, then. The end result is that a pet can no longer speak, only make a limited range of pleasant sounds.

In this next surgical bay is another of The Ranch’s innovations—all non-essential organs are routinely removed—here, the appendix. The tonsils are removed during the vocal surgery we just witnessed. Fewer parts means fewer to break down, eh, Mr. Black?

Ah, and here is our shop, with our complete line of custom supplies for all a human pet’s needs.

Out here we have the pens where our studs are kept, and the facilities for pups and surgical recovery. Yes, there’s the Adoption Centre. We’ll stop there last for you to pick someone out, unless you have any special modifications.

The pleasure pets. Yes, they’re next on our tour. Due to the necessity of keeping them virgins until they’re delivered to the customer, they are kept separate from the companion pets.

Here is our pleasure research centre. Him? Oh, of course, he can’t be sedated for this. He may be a little uncomfortable, I suppose, but he’s quite used to it, as I’ll show you in the stretching ward. He seems to be enjoying it. And he’s quite well fastened, he’s not going anywhere. You seem to be enjoying it as well, if you don’t mind my saying so, Mr. Black.

His penis is extended through a hole in the operating table, connected to a pump similar to the one you saw on the stud. Yes, our pets are trained to become aroused and ejaculate on command. His anus, as you can see, is quite well stretched for this procedure. We don’t usually stretch them quite so much, but we need full access for this. Ah, this is research in sensitivity—they’ve got him fully opened, and they’re stimulating various parts of his rectum with various implements, to make sure he’s fully responsive, what stimulation works best, that sort of thing. We also measure the amount of cum produced, the number of climaxes, heart rate…

Next is our enema salon, which customers are welcome to bring their pets to for a good cleaning. We have groomers on staff, and offer kenneling services as well.

Ah yes, here’s the stretching ward. All of our pets are virgins when shipped (unless otherwise requested), but they do receive some prior stretching—more or less, depending on preference. As you can see, they are strapped down, similar to the one in the pleasure research centre, and well lubricated specula are being used. Yes, they’re fully automated—they open and shut and the press of a button. We are working on making the anuses self-lubricating. That’s another of our G5 goals, but for now it’s still lube, lube, lube! Oh yes, if you’re not pleased with your current pet, or a new generation with more features arrives, you can certainly upgrade!

All our pleasure pets go through the same basic modifications as the companion pets, plus the additional ones you’ve seen.

And now we’ve reached the meat production part of the facility. As you can see, they are kept in large, clean, communal pens, for maximum comfort and minimal stress. These are only modified to age more rapidly and not be able to speak—we don’t change their size. Of course, if a customer requested, we could perform more modifications. We’ve had several sold for meat who ended up pets!

We have four methods of butchering, depending on the customer’s preference. We can use an herbal sedative to knock them out before dispatching them. I find this adds a pleasant flavour to the meat. They can also be herded into our butchering facility and strapped to a machine similar to the one you saw the stud on—they have a penis pump, but also an anal attachment, and a knife to slit their throats as they cum. I quite like this method, too. We also have our live spit roasting, which I’m sure you’ve heard of. The last method, for traditionalists—we simply chain them up by their ankles and slit their throats.

And that’s The Ranch! Questions, comments? No, thank you Mr. Black!

Becoming a pet

"Josie, I need a very big favor from you." Josie's boss came into Josie's little change room, closing the door behind him for privacy.

Josie follows his boss in, eagerly. Usually these special favours were quite fun--even the last one, showing Mr. Carver around, had turned out alright. "Of course, sir. I'd be glad to."

"We have a client who's bought three pets from us before, he's one of our investors. And he's looking for a pet that's a bit bigger. It stands to reason, I suppose a lot of people like big dogs, why shouldn't they like bigger boy pets?" Josie's boss was pacing. "He's expecting to see one tonight but we have nothing as big as he's hoping for. We don't want to disappoint him."

"Of course, sir, that makes sense, but...how can I help?" The somewhat innocent boy doesn't get where he's going with this.

"I need you to pretend to be our first generation large companion pet."

"Um...alright, sir..." he says, just a little hesitantly, hoping his boss will elaborate a little.

"He just said that he'd like to see the first pup and meet him. We'll hook you up to a few of the machines at most, I doubt it will go anywhere past there. Is that alright with you?"

"Um...alright..." he says, a little nervous...but also a little aroused. "Just a -companion- pet, right, sir?"

"Yes, that's what he'd asked about. He has two companion pets at home, as well as a pleasure pet."

"Sure, that sounds fine, sir." Josie grins at him. "For tonight, you said? Would I need to get ready in any way?"

"I'll give you to the groomers, they'll get you ready." his boss said. His cock was hard just thinking about Josie as a pet. "You can't say a word though, you got it?"

"Yes, sir. Um...perhaps you should give me some of the...temporary voice box paralyzer...just to make sure I can't..."

"I'll mention it to the groomers." he nodded, reaching out and touching Josie's jaw. "Thank you, you're a real life saver. And who knows, maybe we'll get you to donate some DNA for some larger pets afterwards."

Josie blushes. "Thank you, sir. Should I head over there now?"

"Well... could you spare a minute?" he chuckled.

"Of course, I've done all my afternoon care for the day."

Josie's boss pushed the boy down to his knees, unzipping his pants.

Josie's blush darkens, as does his cock. "Um, sir?" he squeaks, very quietly, but doesn't struggle.

"You've done this before, haven't you, Josie?" his boss pulls his hard cock out of his boxers.

"Um...not exactly..."

"It's easy, just open your mouth." he chuckled.

"Oh..." Josie breaths a sigh of relief. "Uh, yeah, I've done -that-."

His boss laughed, pulling Josie's head forward gently by the hair, guiding his mouth to his erection.

Josie feels like his neat, khaki uniform shorts might split, but he eagerly sucks Mr. Henkel's cock.

It doesn't take him long to cum in Josie's mouth, wiping his cock before putting it back in his pants. He ruffled the boy's hair. "Get to the groomers. I'll see you when you're done."

"Yes sir," the boy says, standing a little shakily, with a bit of a dopy grin. He heads across the complex to the groomers, knocking a bit shyly on the door, not really sure what to say.

The groomer let him in and stripped him down immediately. Another man came and handed him a cup full of pills and a cup of water. "That will keep your vocal chords paralyzed for two days. You can still make sounds, but not form words. Drink up."

Josie is glad but a little startled at how quickly things are proceding, and how little control he has over them...and a little aroused by the whole idea. He nods and downs the pills and water.

"Good boy." one of them herds Josie over to a tub of water with a shower nozzle, pushing him in and scrubbing him thouroughly. They wash his hair and clip it to the same style that all the pets are kept with.

Josie goes along with all this contently enough--it's certainly not unpleasant treatment, and it is pretty arousing. He smiles at the people working on him, but he's still blushing a little.

They let him out, dry him off with towels and one of them starts to brush his hair and clip his fingernails, taking care to be gentle with him. The other paints on something like henna, giving him some spots. "These won't last more than a week, and they will fade if you get wet." the groomer warned him.

Josie is quite relaxed during all of this, but his cock is still twinging from time to time at the delicious anticipation. He nods to show he understands, and is as helpful and obedient as he can be.

After they've let the spots dry and he was all brushed and polished, they clipped on a simple nylon collar with a number on the tag, attached to a leash. "On all fours, boy." the groomer said, pulling him along into the hallway. "Be careful not to scrape your knees." he walked quite slowly to allow Josie time to crawl.

It takes Josie a while to get used to moving this way, and he's glad that the floors are all soft rubber mats so his knees don't hurt too much. He follows along, not sure where they're going.

"He'll be in the waiting room by now. We're going to hook you up to the stretching machine so that it seems like you're part of the rest of the routines here." the groomer handed him off to a tech, who picked him up (with some effort) and strapped him into the stretching contraption, which Josie had seen many times, but never before touched.

Josie's eyes are a little wide--he hadn't been expecting this. He opens his mouth to protest, but only a little irate squeak comes out.

The tech strapped Josie in around the thighs and the wrists, also clipping something to his collar. "Come on pet, I know it's your first time, but so far everyone's liked it." the tech chuckled, patting Josie's butt and putting on a pair of gloves. He squirted some lube onto the fingers and started to stretch Josie manually.

Josie is blushing quite badly, but he's quite well attached and he can't move very much...and his cock is quite hard, despite himself. He squirms a little, trying to get away from the gloved finger.

The finger won't leave him alone, it only probes deeper, hitting his prostate and massaging it to relax him.

Josie gasps, making a sharp noise at this unprecedented sensation, his head thrown back, tugging on the restraint. He begins to rock back and forth on the finger, cock quite hard.

The tech pulls his finger out, taking off the glove and pulling the machine into place. The little plug is slid into his anus and vibrates slowly. The tech starts fiddling with something underneath Josie where he can't see.

Josie rocks, moaning, on the vibrating plug, eyes closed with pleasure. He's a little embarrassed that he's going to cum in front of this strange man, and he's quite forgotten what the actual purpose of the machine is.

He feels something sliding over his hard cock, and suction starting. Clearly the tech has attached him to one of the vacuum pumps that they used on the stud pups.

Josie squirms and finds himself making a whining noise, not sure about this new sensation.

The anal plug starts to expand now, vibrating harder.

Josie squeaks, trying to squirm away, but only driving himself deeper into the thing sucking and pumping his cock. He moans, but he's not quite as desperately hard as he was.

He feels something small slid into his cock, as if plugging him up. It's a strange sensation. The anal plug expands more, opening and closing him rhythmically.

He jumps a bit at the feeling of the thing entering his cock, and he tries to pull away...impaling himself more on the butt plug. He finds a comfortable place between the two devices and tries to just relax and enjoy it as much as he can.

The tech pats his butt, watching the boy trying to find a good place between the two penetrating objects.

Josie squirms uncomfortably at the pat, blushing more. He suddenly realizes that this all feels really, really good--he's been stretched nice and slowly, and he's feeling wonderfully full all over.

"Alright, it's been about ten minutes..." the tech murmured to himself, pressing something that pulled the slender rod out of the boy's urethra. Josie suddenly became aware that he had an audience watching through the observatory window.

Josie sighs a bit in relief as the rod is pulled out, and looks up to realize he's being watched. He goes even redder and starts squirming and making high-pitched yipping noises, his cock softening.

The anal plug vibrates against his prostate again and he feels his cock spasm as he cums involuntarily.

Josie is -extremely- surprised by this, and his eyes are wide as he literally howls.

"Hehe, you're okay, pup." the tech chuckled, collecting his semen and releasing him from the straps.

Josie goes limp without the straps holding him up, panting softly.

"Good boy." the tech lifted him down. "I really hope the big pup thing doesn't catch on, you're harder to lift." he grinned, ruffling Josie's hair. "Come on, let's wipe you down before you meet the client." he took a towel and cleaned Josie up.

Josie glares at him a little, then sighs. He had volunteered to do this, after all. He opens his mouth to explain the situation, but all that comes out is a little chatter of doggy noises: "Arrr, roo roo rufff rrr..."

"Aw, I love the talkers. So cute!" the tech scratched under Josie's chin. "Good boy." he clipped the leash back on and led him out to where the client was waiting.

Josie follows obediantly, making a resigned face. His bottom feels quite loose and exposed, his cock is quite pink and a bit sore, and he's pretty embarassed.

"Here he is, sir." the tech tied the leash to a d-ring attached to the wall.

"Thank you." the client knelt down, patting his leg, whistling for Josie. "Come."

Josie goes over to the client, blushing furiously, but trying to maintain his focus.

"Good boy." the client scratched Josie's ear, petting his hair. "This work was done fast."

"It's apparently been a very secret project, I wasn't aware that we were breeding larger pets until today." the tech nodded. "And I was told that his spots are dyed on, they haven't fixed the genetics for that quite yet. Still working on it, though."

Getting into the spirit of things, Josie puts his paws...hands...on the man's leg and smiles up at him, looking like a happy pet. He gives a little greeting bark.

It occurs to him to wonder why he was put on the stretching machine if he's intended as a companion pet...maybe it was a mistake...

"Oh, good pet." the client chuckled. "Aren't you friendly?" he stroked down the boy's back. "It's too bad the spots are fake, but he's cute. Is he going to produce offspring or is he just a pet for sale?"

"Would you like to borrow him for the weekend? He's not an aggressive stud and any pups you get from him will have his personality."

Josie raises an eyebrow, wondering where the tech is getting this from. He hops down from the client's legs and very gently tugs on the tech's sleeve to get his attention.

"I'm afraid he won't fit in any of our carriers, we don't have much product that will fit him. "

"That's fine, I can put him in the back of my car, he'll be fine there. I'll bring him back monday morning."

"Thanks so much, sir!" the tech waved as Josie was pulled away from him by his leash.

Josie barks frantically, trying to grip the floor and keep from being dragged away. He tries desperately to communicate with the tech with his eyes.

"Aw, well he's never left here before, I'm sure this is a bit scary for him. Sorry, he might be a bit anxious." the tech helped him get Josie through the door and loaded in the back of the car. "There you go, good boy." he pushed Josie in and closed the door, waving as the client got in and drove him away.

Josie, realizing there's no choice, hops into the car, looking out the window with big eyes, making little helpless sounds.

Picking out a Pet

Laurence pulled up in his truck, his trailer attached behind, ready for a half dozen pets if necessary. He wasn't sure how many he was going to bring home tonight, or even if he would find any that he would purchase. This breeder had been highly recommended, but he'd never had a human pet before and wasn't sure if it would be a challenge to own. Perhaps he could only handle one to start with.

The Ranch was a great big place, a lot like a farm. It was beautiful and fairly quiet. He'd almost expected barking. Laurence smiled as he got out of his truck, heading towards the front building, where he thought he was most likely to find some help.

Josie is waiting in the office for Mr. Carver, licking his lips a little anxiously. He's usually just in charge of looking after the pets, but Mr. Henckel is busy today and can't see clients.

Laurence opened the door, greeted by the sound of a bell hung over the door. "Mr Henckel?" he asked.

"Ah, Mr. Carver. We've been expecting you." Josie stands up and goes to shake hands, wiping his hand on his pants to make sure they're not sweaty. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Henckel is unavailable today. My name is Josie, and I'll be happy to show you around...unless, of course, you would prefer to reschedule..." he says, rather apologetically.

"No, this should be fine. What do you do here, Josie?" Laurence shook the boy's hand firmly, his body reacting approvingly to Josie's figure. The boy was fit and clearly worked hard.

"Well, I'm one of the handlers here--I assist in the day-to-day care of the pets," this is a subject he's happy and familiar with, and he's much more relaxed, "I also do some of the grooming, so I'll be able to give you a really good tour and let you know about the pets' different personalities and traits. I don't know as much about the sciency part, I'm afraid, but..."

"That's fine, I'd rather learn about how to care for them and what to expect. Though the science is interesting, I don't care to overload myself while I'm looking for a pet." Mr Carver chuckled. "Where should we start?"

"Well, where would you like to start?" Josie says with a little smile, "I mean to say...what are you interested in seeing?"

"Well, I want to see the operation here, and a bit of all the different animals, but mostly I want to see the house pets and the different modifications they can have."

"Of course! Would you like to see the pets first, or the pet surgical wing? Oh, and here's a brochure of all the modifications we've done in the past, if you'd like to look at it. Mr. Henkel is open to doing others, of course, after discussion."

"How about the pets." Laurence smiled. The boy was clearly unable to make a decision.

"Sure." Again, this is comfortable territory for Josie, but he hopes he's doing ok...and that he never has to deal with clients again. "Please follow me."

Laurence follows Josie through to where the pets were kept.

Josie leads him through the office to the companion pet barn. "Here are our studs, they're kept separate from the others, but they can see and visit each other in their outdoor runs. They're in their pens right now so you can see them. This is Jupiter and that's Neptune." He points to the boys, who rush to the pen doors to see Josie.

"Why are they kept seperately? Do they fight?" Laurence asked, watching the boys jump up and lean their paws against the doors.

"They could, yes. They're given a little more testosterone than the actual take-home pets. And they're quite valuable, but only while they're, er...functioning. We couldn't have them damaging their valuables. Even though they wear protectors, they tend to gnaw on each other's when they're together. One of our projects is to develop sheaths, but it's not ready yet." He scratches each of them.

"Would you like some treats," he asks shyly.

"Yes, please." Mr Carver smiled, tentatively scratching Neptune's jawline.

Josie gives him a handful of treats.

Laurence cautiously fed them to the boys, careful not to get his fingers in their mouths. "So, all the pets come from these two?"

"Yes. Because we don't use females, and we don't worry about multiple generations, we don't have inbreeding. When they get older, we'll have to pick some of their sons, I suppose, but they're both still pretty young."

The studs eagerly devour the treats and lick his hands for crumbs, wiggling eagerly and making little happy noises.

"Interesting." Laurence nodded, petting the stud boys' hair.

"Shall we see the pets next?"

"Sure." Josie leads him past the studs, who whine as he leaves. "Here are the adoptable pets. All of them are from our fourth generation, G4, so they're all from either Jupiter or Neptune. As you can see, they all have spots or splotches, which is one of our new developments." He smiles, proudly. "Why don't you have a look, and I'll let them out to play one at a time as you like them? All of them at once can be a little rambunctious." He points at the noisy group of pups all crowding the door making various excited noises.

"How about that one?" Laurence pointed to a small boy with a few large brown and black patches.

"Sure!" Josie carefully opens the gate, making sure not to squish anyone, but not to have any escapes, either. He scoops up the squirming pet and does the same thing in reverse, using his feet to push others out of the way. He carries the pet to an adjoining room designed for these sort of meetings and playing, then opens the hall door for Mr. Carver after attaching a leash to the pup's collar and attaching him to a clip on the wall.

The pup sits and whines, scratching at the door leading back to his pen. He's not used to being in a room by himself, without a squirming horde of others.

Laurence came in and knelt down where the boy could reach him, a few feet away. "Do they have names?" he asked Josie.

"No, not yet. We like to let the owners name them. Right now they just have numbers, the short form of their tattoos." He pets the pup and then gently turns him to show Mr. Carver his inner thigh tattoo.

Once they're in and settled with the doors closed, he removes the lead again and lets the pup roam freely.

At first the pet only scratches at the door, but when he realizes that he can't get through, he loses interest. Smelling treats, he noses at Josie, who ignores him. He eventually wanders over to the stranger and noses at his pocket.

Laurence chuckles, taking another treat out of his pocket and letting the pet crunch it in his teeth. He scratched behind the boy's ears. "Good pet." To Josie, he continued asking questions. "Tell me more about their care. I was told I could buy everything I'd need to take a pet home here, but I'd like to know more of what's involved."

The pup snaps up the treat and licks his hand, then wanders around before laying down between the two of them.

Josie is quite relaxed now, talking about he subject he knows best. "Well, we have prepackaged food and snacks for them, though you can of course feed them anything you eat. We also have cookbooks for making food for them, if you're interested in that..." he begins.

"Mhm. Well, it's your job to care for them, so what do you do for them every day?"

"Oh, sorry..." he says. "Well, I make sure that they always have food and water--most of them you can just free feed, but there are a few that need actual meals. I make sure that their litter boxes and runs are clean. I make sure they all get baths at least every three days, and make sure that their hair and nails are trimmed. I play with them, or at least let them outdoors to play with each other

They also get frequent checkups, but once they're home, they won't need that as much, because you'll know them well enough to know if they're not ok."

"Do they tend to get into trouble if left in a house alone? Should they be shut in a crate? Do they drink out of bowls or water bottles?"

Josie smiles--this seemed like a good, responsible owner. "Well, that depends on the pet, and how comfortable they are with you, and with their environment. It's probably best to leave them in a crate when you're gone for the first while, while you bond, but after that they should be ok. We have special water bottles for them--they're not like the ones for hamsters, they don't have a ball, they're able to suck on them."

"Are there trainers available or do these pups have some basic obedience training?" Laurence sat next to the napping pup, scratching down his spine.

"There are trainers available--we have some on staff, and we also have contacts for some in the city. Because of the...varied nature...of our customers'...intentions...for the pets, we tend not to give them much training besides getting them to do their business where they're supposed to, not to bite, things like that."

The pup lifts his head in surprise, then settles back down, wiggling and making happy noises at the scratches.

"True enough. How many different varieties of boys do you have here? There are pets, meat boys... what else?" he scratched more for the pet, letting it settle down against him.

The pet eventually settles his head on the man's thigh with a sigh, closing his eyes.

"We also have, uh, pleasure pets," Josie says, with just a hint of a blush. "And our organ and limb replacement pets, both in pet and human sizes."

Mr. Carver nodded, thoughtfully, looking down at the pet drowsing on his thigh. "Would you suggest getting more than one pet? To keep each other company?"

"Again, it depends on you...if you're around a lot, probably not. But if you're really busy and especially if you live alone, you might eventually want to get a second."

"Which pup would you recommend for a new owner?"

Josie laughs. "Well, this one seems to like you. And he's got a good temperment--he likes being around others, but he's not too clingy. He's not very loud, and he doesn't have any bad habits."

Mr. Carver smiled. "Then I'll take him. Would you help me get everything I'll need and load him in the trailer?"

"Of course. I'll just leave him here for now, if that's alright, while I take you through the shop to pick out some things." Josie -loves- doing this part, picking out all the pet accessories.

"That sounds perfect. If I want surgical alterations, will he be left here until he's healed?"

"Yes, unless you would prefer to take him to a vet in the city."

"I was thinking of tendon snipping so he couldn't stand, and perhaps hand alterations. Do you know how long it would take to have him ready?"

"For the procedure or for recovery?" He thinks for a moment, "and I'm not sure you'd be able to get those from another vet, they might have to do it here..."

"That would be fine, I trust the work they do here." Laurence agreed, standing and walking to the shop with the young ranch hand.

Josie shows him food, treats, bowls, bottles, blankets, beds, jackets, tooth brushes, collars, leashes, litter boxes, litter, kennels, outdoor runs, and everything else imaginable.

Mr Carver gets a selection of all the necessities, spending a small fortune on his new pet.

Josie helps him through all of it, taking him to a friendly and helpful sales girl to ring him through, then helping him load everything. "So, if you just want to come back to the office and fill out some forms, including the specifications of the modifications you want...and you can say good bye if you'd like, of course."