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Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it; and if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Jake had always rolled his eyes and huffed with the usual disdain whenever he'd heard his father trot out those little nuggets of wisdom when he was younger. Now, nude and violated and bound up in a cage—little more than a tiny not-glass-not-plastic box into which he'd been shoved--that was lined up on a row of shelves with many more cages full of other people put on display for sale, Jake desperately wished that he'd taken that advice more fervently to heart.

The night he'd seen that damn ad which had put him in his current situation had been like any other. Like most young, post-college adults of his generation, Jake had holed himself up in his bedroom to escape onto the internet from the drudgery of his daily life. Another long afternoon of grinding away at side jobs for enough cash to support himself had finally ended; it was supposed to be a gig that would keep him afloat for a few months while he looked for a job in the field he'd wasted six years of his life and more money than he was comfortable thinking about to get a degree for, but a few months had quickly turned into a year with no luck at all. And so Jake had sat himself down at his shitty desk in his shitty apartment in front of his shitty laptop, and had nibbled at his shitty takeout dinner while trying to forget about his shitty life for a while.

When he'd first caught sight of the banner ad proudly sprawling itself out atop some website or other, Jake had ignored it; it had been just one more flashing nuisance that had tried to break through the haze of apathy he'd been trying to settle into. But when it had shown up again and again, following the young man around almost like it was stalking him, Jake had finally taken a better look at it with a sigh of annoyance. 'All expenses paid! No more worries or cares! Life got you down? Need a break from it all? Click below for more information!' Jake had raised a skeptical eyebrow while staring at the words swooping and flying over stock images of smiling, happy, joyful men and women. That had certainly sounded like him; life had gotten him down, kicked and spat on him, and had even whipped out its dick to piss all over him. After a moment of hesitation, Jake had clicked the button that was hopping with overeager enthusiasm in the bottom-center of the ad; even if it turned out to be a scam, it wasn't like he'd had anything better to do.

The webpage that had opened up in a new tab was, to put it bluntly, not very well made. More stock pictures of happy people—sitting around a table drinking from steaming mugs, walking along a beach together, doing that 'jump in the air with arms splayed wide' thing—had lined either side of a few paragraphs on a white background. Jake had settled in to read, his lips pursing as he'd slouched further into his seat. The site had never gone into specific details about what exactly it was offering—vacation or timeshare or being carted off to Serbia or somewhere to have your organs harvested—but had hit a little too close to home in its descriptions of people exactly like Jake. People who hated how their life had turned out. People who wanted something better. People who didn't want to deal with all their burdens and worries anymore, and wanted to get away from everything for a while. Jake had found his eyes running over the words again and again, reading them with slowly-growing curiosity. Interest. Yearning.

And when the final paragraph had detailed that all of that could be his—at no cost, all expenses paid, and fully-inclusive—Jake's eyes had wandered down to the large 'Yes!' button under the last sentence: 'Do you want to take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime offer?' After one more moment of hesitation, he had shrugged and clicked on it; the offer had sounded amazing, awesome, too good to be true.

And if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

Jake had been unable to even cry out in shock as the world had blinked out around him. He hadn't been able to jump to his feet as an intense, tingling burn had washed through his limbs and body. He hadn't had time to regret clicking on that damn ad before he'd been whisked out of his old life and away to somewhere new and alien; literally.

The place the young man had found himself in looked almost like a normal doctor's office. There had been a long—too long, and set up at a height that had tickled memories of being taken in for checkups by his parents as a child—examination table, cabinets—filled with what he hadn't been sure were medical supplies, or at least not ones he'd ever seen before—up on the wall, and posters about anatomy—written in a strange, scrawling script that he hadn't been able to make heads or tails of—all around him. Almost normal; save for the tall, lanky, grey-skinned creature towering over him with a wide, welcoming grin.

“Ah, another human! Perfect, perfect!" The thing had stepped forward with a pleased hum, examining Jake with its wide, almond-shaped, pitch-black eyes and setting a three-fingered hand atop his head, and the man had come to a few startling revelations. One, he'd been abducted, and the creature that was petting his head with tender, gentle care looked almost exactly like the bog-standard 'Grey' alien; he hadn't known how it had been able to speak English, but the human had more pressing concerns at the moment. Two, said alien was massive; Jake had always considered himself average height—maybe a little under; okay, he was short—but the tall, lanky creature had loomed head and shoulders and torso above him. Three, and most troubling, he'd left his clothes behind him when he'd been teleported to wherever the hell he was.

Jake had yelped and tried to cover himself, but the alien had easily—for someone with such thin arms—pulled the human's arms up and held them above his head by the wrists. Those large, shiny eyes had looked him up and down, but not with any particular interest in his nudity; more like someone examining a piece of produce for any defect. Jake had flushed and struggled, trying desperately to hide his vulnerable body from the creature's staring gaze.

“Hm… male. Post-adolescent. Not particularly unhealthy." The gaping nostrils in the middle of the alien's flat face had flared as it had sniffed the air. “A little dirty, but nothing a good steri-spray bath can't fix." The burning in Jake's cheeks had become an inferno at that comment as he'd dropped his gaze in shame; he hadn't bothered to shower after getting home—why would he, since he hadn't had anywhere to be—so he'd still been a bit ripe from the day. “Yes, you'll make a fine pet, boy."

Jake had frozen. Jake had blinked. Jake had felt like he'd been slapped across the face. “Pet?" He hadn't realized the word—faint and weak—had slipped out from his slack jaw. The alien had ruffled his hair with an affectionate chuckle; indeed, like someone giving their pet some indulgent affection.

“Don't worry, we run the finest shop in the system. We'll make sure you end up in a loving home that will meet all of your needs." Friendly. Conciliatory. Gentle and soothing. The alien's fluting voice would have been calming if it hadn't been talking about selling Jake off as a pet to someone so casually. “You clicked 'yes' on our ad, yes? You're interested in getting away from your old life, yes? You want to be taken care of, yes?" With a rhythmic huff the human had quickly recognized as a laugh, the alien had lifted Jake up—again, with ease that belied the creature's slimness—held him under one arm—like an animal, or maybe a piece of luggage—and carried him over to the examination table.

Jake had protested the whole way, struggling in the alien's grip, but the thing had held him down as easily as if he'd been an unruly child to begin what the human had quickly realized was a doctor's—no, a vet's—examination. He'd been poked and prodded everywhere, the alien squeezing at his limbs to feel Jake's muscles and pressing at his chest and gut. It had even pulled his jaws open to look at his teeth and tongue, and had slipped a pair of gloves on to push two of its three long, lithe digits into his mouth to feel around.

Then one of those gloved digits had pushed into his ass, to Jake's yells and screams and kicks of displeasure. He'd never had anything—had never even thought about having anything—up there; and that fact, combined with the sheer size of the alien's finger—even proportionately-slim as it was—had caused the inner flesh to sting and ache as it had been stretched in ways the human had never felt before. “Hm, nice and healthy in here. Very good." The alien had pulled its digit out of Jake to cup his ballsack—had felt and squeezed the firm orbs within while Jake had tried to press his thighs together and punch at the 'vet' molesting him—and had finally needed to firmly cuff the human's wrists together and hold him down to keep Jake from squirming.

Once Jake had been thoroughly violated and humiliated, the alien had stepped away from the bound, panting, groaning human lying prone on the exam table to tap and swipe and type on a tablet for a few moments. And then, the real nightmare had begun. First the 'steri-spray'—a mist pumped out of a strange not-plastic bottle that had tingled and burned as it landed on Jake's bare skin when he'd been sprayed with it from head to toe—to clean him off, and then a buzzing wand that had been passed over his scalp again and again to shear away the human's hair. Then the alien had changed its gloves, pumped out a weird, off-white liquid from another bottle which it had quickly worked into a lather, and smeared this new treatment all over Jake's body. Again, the mixture had burned and stung, and when it had been wiped away Jake had realized that he'd been left completely and embarrassingly hairless—not even a trace of stubble on his chest, under his arms, or around his crotch nor in his crack—from the neck down; another smearing and quick wipe took care of the stubble on his cheeks and chin as well.

Next, the alien had held the human's thighs open to press yet another strange device against Jake's ballsack. A sharp pinch of pain, and then another, had shot into his crotch as the thing's rounded metal tip had touched the tender flesh just below the base of his penis. When the 'vet' had moved away to make a few more notes—probably putting together a file for the newest 'pet' on sale—Jake had moaned and taken hissing breath between his clenched teeth while cupping himself with his cuffed hands. He'd looked down to see a pair of fresh scars on the hairless skin of his sack; which had been quickly covered up when the alien had tugged Jake's hands away from his crotch, and had fastened a snug, rubbery ring—with a few metallic bits that pressed uncomfortably into his flesh—around the base of the human's balls. “Shhh, don't worry, boy." That not-comforting voice had murmured to Jake, and that not-comforting hand had patted his rump. “It's just a little snip to keep you from breeding. It's not going to hurt anything."

A vasectomy. The fucking alien had fixed him. Jake hadn't known whether to laugh or cry hysterically.

One final, thorough pass of steri-spray for good measure had completed the exam, and Jake had been lifted up to be carried under one of the alien's arms once more. As the human had trembled and struggled with slowly-weakening defiance, the alien had just clung to him a bit tighter and patted his shaved head. “It's alright, it's okay. This is what you agreed to, remember? This is what you wanted."

Jake hadn't agreed to this; and he sure as hell hadn't wanted this. All he'd wanted was a short vacation, not to be abducted and turned into a fucking pet. But no matter how much the human had protested, his cries and moans—screaming had quickly made the purpose of the device on his balls clear when it had sent an intense shock through his crotch and gut; Jake had only been able to jerk and gasp and whine in pain while going limp in the alien's grip—had fallen on deaf ears while he'd been carried off to be caged up with the rest of the pets for sale.

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And so that was how Jake found himself in his current situation: bound up in a tiny box of a clear, not-glass-not-plastic cage on a shelf with other people in a similar state in a pet shop showroom. His limbs were folded up awkwardly beneath his hunched body, and his neck was enclosed in a cushioned opening in his cage that at least allowed him to turn his head a bit. With the 'owner'—the older guy on Jake's right had said there were more 'workers' around, not that any of them could tell the aliens apart—of the shop out of the showroom, and no 'customers' looking around to choose a new pet, the humans took the time to talk with each other if only to fill the silence; though anything above a low murmur was swiftly punished with an electric shock from the device—a band around the mens' balls, and a 'plug' inserted into the women—on their genitals.

Jake quickly learned that all of them had been drawn in by the alien—aliens—in a similar way; whether it was a banner ad or popup or spam email, every other human in the line of cages had been tempted by the promise of getting away from a miserable life of drudgery. The man on Jake's right had lost his job a few months back, and had been struggling to make ends meet ever since. The girl—and that was definitely a fairly-attractive young woman, despite her hair being shorn just like every other captive's—on Jake's left was just like him; a recent college grad that had juggled keeping herself afloat waitressing while she paid off her student loans and trying desperately to find a job in her field for going on a year and a half before she'd been abducted. All up and down the rows of cages, similar stories were passed along in low, hushed tones. Jake listened, gritting his teeth at how stupid he'd been—how stupid they'd all been—even as he nodded in sympathy; and felt a stab of guilt as he talked to the girl on his left at the knowledge that, in any other situation, he'd be gladly taking the opportunity to ogle her nude, displayed body.

Then again, they were all nude and displayed. Jake had quickly realized that fact when he looked around, seeing the shameful expression on his face mirrored by the others in the cages nearby; at least he wasn't alone in his humiliation. When he'd glanced upward to speak with the man in the cage above him, Jake made sure to keep his eyes firmly away from the—hairless, just like his and everyone else's—cock and balls hanging between the other captive's thighs. He could only hope whoever was below him was giving the same courtesy to his own crotch.

The room fell silent as the door swung open with a deceptively-merry chime.

“Right this way, sir." That was the alien, the one that had 'examined' Jake; and the man felt a twist of nausea in his gut at hearing that fluting, jolly voice once more. “We actually just received a few new pieces of merchandise"—that's what they were, despite the petting and stroking and patronizingly-crooned words; Jake grit his teeth and felt his fists clenching below him—“this cycle, and I'm sure you'll find one suited to your tastes."

The alien was answered by a deep-voiced grunt. “We'll see." Jake turned and craned his head to peer around the man on his right, curious about who—what—was being led into the showroom. Once more, the man's eyes widened. Once more, his limbs strained against their confines as his fight-or-flight instincts kicked in. Once more, Jake felt himself shaking with fear. The creature—beast—looming head and shoulders above the alien was a massive wall of flesh and thick, shaggy brown fur. A bull's head sat on its thickly-corded neck, one ear flicking in apparent agitation as it looked over the line of humans with the beady, red-tinted eyes set beneath the intimidating crown of its upswept horns. It—he; that thing was definitely male, unlike the slim and ambiguous alien trotting along at his side—had massive, bulging muscles all over his bare chest and flexing arms and bunching thighs; the only things the monster was wearing were an intricately-wound, silky-looking cloth around his waist, and a device straight out of a sci-fi show—glowing screen set into the silvery metal and all--on his left-hand wrist.

Closer. Closer. Closer. The clopping of the creature's hooves on the tiled floor far below made Jake—and the two others next to him—jerk and flinch as the beast approached. Jake gulped and closed his eyes against the nightmare in which he'd found himself. He wasn't in some alien petshop, stripped and displayed and ready to be sold off; he was back in his room, slouched in his desk chair while swallowing the last few bites of his takeout dinner. He was ready to go to bed, wake up, and start a new day back home. Everything that had happened since he'd clicked that damn ad was a nightmare, a daydream, an idle thought that he'd laugh about as he drank his morning coffee and got ready for work tomorrow.

The clip-clop stopped right in front of his cage. Jake's heart sank into the pit of his stomach as he slowly opened his eyes to the reality of his situation. The bull-creature was looking right at him.

“Ah, I see you're interested in our newest arrival." The alien moved up next to the bull-man, and Jake scowled and glared and tried to jerk away from its three-fingered touch as it moved to pet the man once more. “He just came to us earlier this cycle, so he's still a little feisty. But he's also just been bathed, so you should be able to start bonding with him right away."

“Mm." Real chatterbox this one was. The bull-man's hand—massive and meaty, looking large enough to easily grasp Jake's entire head—moved forward as well, and Jake flinched; it didn't settle atop the man's head, however, but moved higher to grab the handle set in the top of Jake's cage. The human couldn't stop an embarrassing yelp from slipping out as he was easily lifted, cage and all, by the massive bull-man. He could only stare, gulping to wet his suddenly-dry throat, as the 'customer's' squinted eyes looked him over; examining him, much like the alien had earlier. Humid breath puffed over Jake's cheeks as he was brought in close to the other male's face and turned this way and that, his body and cage held and hefted and tossed around as if they were nearly weightless.

Then the world upended itself—no, Jake's cage had been upended—and he grit his teeth in shame as the bull-man examined his backside; with his knees pressed against his chest and his legs folded underneath him, Jake's rear end was completely exposed and presented to that stony, heavy, considering stare. Jake shuddered as he practically felt the bull-man's eyes gazing at his rump and crotch. And all he could do in his bound, vulnerable state was allow the 'customer' to look wherever he pleased.

Another grunt, and Jake's case was righted once more. “Looks cute. I'll take him." The man froze, and his heart—which was still trying to pull itself out of the pit in his stomach into which it had fallen—dropped right back into the abyss.

“Excellent! Right this way and we'll get payment sorted, then you can be on your way." Another huffing chuckle, and then again the alien patted Jake's head. “Lucky little guy, getting adopted on his first day." Jake stayed silent, not even being able to muster up the will to glare at the grinning, laughing, patronizing bastard.

He remained silent as the bull-man grabbed the handle of his cage once more, carrying the human like a piece of luggage as he followed the alien out of the showroom. Jake heard a soft murmur of sympathy from the man who'd been on his right; and, quiet and ashamed, a sigh of relief from the girl who'd been on his left. The sounds were repeated along the aisle from the rest of the merchandise, and even as Jake screwed his tear-pricked eyes shut he couldn't blame them; if it had been one them who'd been chosen by the monstrous bull-man, he'd be feeling relieved that it wasn't him, too.

Still Jake remained silent, trembling and shuddering and muffling his misery, as the door to the showroom opened with a deceptively-merry chime onto his new life and swung shut with a firm 'click' on his old one.

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The drive back to the bull-man's home was quiet, neither of the two speaking; the bull-man seemed to be the strong and silent type, and Jake was still nursing the despair that had been festering inside him since he'd first been shoved into his cage and set up on the shelf for sale. The 'customer' had bought Jake, carried the human out to his vehicle—which didn't look entirely unlike a car—and strapped the cage into the passenger seat while fastening himself into the driver's seat. Jake's face had been turned toward the door, so he couldn't even give his new owner a few nervous, apprehensive glances; and his hunched position also didn't let him crane his head up to peer out the window at the milling crowds of animal-people and the surroundings buildings and towers of which he'd only gotten a brief glimpse. But the bull-man looked over to Jake more than a few times, always letting out that low, brief, rumbling hum of his; the backside of the cage—and Jake's own backside—was facing the other man, and the human really didn't like the consideration with which his buyer was staring at his ass.

When the not-car finally glided to a halt a long while later, Jake felt the knot that his stomach had twisted itself into clench and squeeze and roil within him. Again, he was hefted up with ease by the bull-man—catching glimpses of boxlike abodes lined up along a paved street under a weirdly-green-tinted sky—and carried into what could only be his new owner's 'house'. Ascetically-white walls passed the human by, until his cage was set down on the surprisingly-plush carpet of an enormous 'living room'—the large, flat screen set into one wall across from a large, soft-looking slab of cushions and molded not-plastic could almost be mistaken for a TV and couch—filled with enormous furniture; just as enormous as the man that lived there. With a grunt, the bull-man unlatched the catches along one side of the 'lid' of Jake's box-like enclosure, and the human finally felt the not-glass-not-plastic that had been pressing against his hunched spine the whole time be pulled away. “Stand."

Despite every fiber of his being screaming in protest at being kept as a pet by some inhuman monster, Jake was glad to obey. He moaned as the sharp, shooting agony of disuse lanced through his limbs when he pushed himself up out of his confinement; the pain settled into a dull tingling in his arm and legs as the human slowly wobbled his way to his feet. Then he gasped as his knees gave out beneath him and he tumbled to the floor in a painfully-groaning heap.

There was a sigh, huffed out in annoyance, before Jake felt a pair of strong hands close around his torso. Jake was lifted up like an unruly child and set on his feet, and the bull-man's grip remaining on his sides as the human's new owner kneeled down to get eye-to-eye with his new pet; even hunched over on his knees, the gargantuan man towered over Jake. “What do you want to be called?"

Jake stared up into those stony, red-tinged eyes, feeling a shameful tremble run down his back; he was afraid. He gulped. His jaw worked for a long moment. He cleared his throat, glancing around the room.

“When Master asks you a question, you answer." The words were said with a slight huff of impatience, and the bull-man lightly shook the smaller human; lightly for his size, but Jake reeled as his body was jerked back and forth like a ragdoll. “What do you want to be called?"

“Jake." His name slipped out as his dizzy head swam.

The bull-man snorted. “Alright, 'Jake'". He then stood, looming over the human and sitting a heavy hand atop the crown of Jake's head. “You are mine now. You will call me 'Master', and you will do everything that your Master orders you to without complaint. You will not try to run away, and you will not try to fight me." Jake couldn't even imagine how he would fight the wall of literal beef before him. “If you are a good boy, I will take care of you and give you treats and rewards. If you aren't…" He lifted his left wrist up to Jake's face, letting the human see the device latched onto it. The bull-man, staring right into Jake's eyes, lifted a finger on his other hand and tapped on the screen.

Pain. Tingling and sparking pain shooting up like a punch right to his crotch. The band enclosing the human's balls buzzed at it delivered a powerful shock to the human. Jake whimpered—the brief yelp he'd let out only intensified the electric current flowing into his genitals for a moment—and pressed his thighs together. He fell to his knees while cupping and nursing his aching groin, but as soon as the pain stopped the bull-man grabbed and lifted him up to his feet once more.

“That will happen. Do you understand me?"

“Yes…"

The bull-man cupped Jake's chin, forcing the human's teary gaze to meet his own. “'Yes, Master'."

What could Jake do? He couldn't run from the situation he'd been thrust into. He couldn't hide from it. He couldn't shut his eyes and will himself home while clicking his heels three times. The human gulped as the bull-man's finger slowly edged back towards the device Jake was quickly coming to fear, swallowed down his pride as it let out one last enraged cry of protest, and nodded. “Yes, Master."

“Good boy." The bull-man stood, and Jake was nearly sent sprawling once more as the massive male—as Master—patted him on the head. “Come with me and I'll show you around."

Jake followed with another obedient nod as the bull-man turned on his heel and began to walk out of the living room. In the next room—“Kitchen," Master rumbled out—the massive male pointed a finger at the pair of bowels sitting on the floor next to a counter that rose up nearly to Jake's nose; where he would get his food from now on. The human tried not to let the scowl he desperately wanted to give the damn monster show on his face as he nodded once more; the prospect of eating on the floor—like the animal these aliens wanted to treat him as—sent a twist of both revulsion and shame through his gut, but all he could do was mutter out another 'Yes, Master'.

The bull-man then led the human over to a panel in the far wall of the kitchen, and placed his hand on a scanner beside it. The panel—door—slid open, revealing a few stairs down to a wide, grassy area out behind the 'house'. It looked almost like a normal, all-American backyard; save that, instead of a picket fence, the borders of Master's property were delineated by a shifting, semi-translucent wall of hard light. Oh, and the grass was a pale-blue color, while the sky was still that same pea-green that Jake had seen earlier. “Backyard." Master tossed his head, indicating the square of open space. “When you need to go to the bathroom, Master will let you out here to do your business."

“You want me to-?!" Jake flinched as his words were cut off by a surge of tingling pain from his bound balls. He clenched and ground his teeth, his cheeks burning at the thought. He'd have to relieve himself outside; and from the looks of things, the bull-man's 'backyard' wasn't really all that private. Would he have to go out there even if there were other people in the other yards? Would he have to force himself to squat in the middle of the grass—without even a tree or a bush to hide behind—to take a piss or shit while other aliens looked on?

“Is that a problem?" Another low, toneless grunt, and another brow lifted at the human as Master gave Jake a stoic glance.

“…No, Master." Jake hung his head; maybe he could go out early in the morning, when he could be sure that no one else was around.

“Good. Come on, then." Through the kitchen to a short hallway, pausing at another panel on one side of the passage. Justin quickly realized what this room was when he saw the tall, wide, almost-normal-looking toilet—big enough for someone of Justin's size and stature to fall into if he wasn't careful—and the sink—once again, taller than the human would be able reach up and use comfortably—and shower cubicle; however, the bull-man's low voice confirmed the obvious anyway. “Bathroom. When you need to get cleaned up, Master will let you use the steri-shower." As Master pointed to the not-glass-walled cubicle, Jake grimaced; that probably meant the 'shower' would just be another thorough spritzing of that steri-spray shit he'd come to know and loathe during his 'vet' exam, instead of the hot water he was craving.

“Alright…" When the bull-man—again—raised an eyebrow at his pet's sullen tone, Jake quickly cleared his throat to try again. “Uh… thank you, Master."

“Mm." And then the final stop on their tour; the panel at the end of the short hallway, which opened up into a dark, almost cozy-looking room. “Bedroom." The massive, not-metal-not-plastic furniture and enormous, soft-looking slab certainly looked almost like a normal set of dressers and bed. Jake nodded, and then felt the meaty hand of the bull-man settle on his back and push him over the threshold. “Get in."

Jake grunted, stumbling and trying not to cry out too loud and trigger the device on his balls. He turned around, about to ask what the hell his 'Master' was doing—and damn whatever consequences might come to him—but the words died on his lips. He stared, a tremble starting to run up and down his spine that quickly turned into a full-body shiver. The bull-man was untying the knot of the cloth wrapped around his waist; and when he finally loosened it enough to unwrap the garment from around his hips, Jake finally got a good look at what his Master was packing. Fat. Plump. Gargantuan. There didn't seem to be any words adequate enough to describe the sheer size of the heavy, fleshy, bestial sheath at the bull-man's crotch, or the abundantly-full, low-hanging ballsack swinging between his tree-trunk thighs. Jake stared; not out of any interest—like hell he'd ever look at another guy's junk willingly—but out of sheer horrified fascination.

And then Master spoke again. “Up on the bed. Present yourself."

No. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Was this why that fucking bastard alien had abducted him? Was this why the bull-man had bought him? Was this what the 'vet' had meant about 'bonding', and why his new Master had stared at his ass so much while he'd been bound up and vulnerable in the cage? Both Jake's head and his knees shook; the former in denial, rejection, refusal, and the latter in fear of just what the creature he'd been sold to had in mind for him.

“Present yourself. Master won't ask again." The bull-man held up his wrist—held up the device on it—and flashed the screen at Jake with an impatient scowl; Master tapped it, and the faint buzzing—not the shock Jake had been fearing, but a warning of what would come if he continued to try Master's patience—on his balls spurred the human to obey. As his stomach knotted and twisted itself, and his mind screamed and cried and flailed about for something—anything—to help get him out of this, Jake turned to make his way to the bed. With a shuddering, trembling breath, he did his best to pull himself up onto the high, cushy slab, and had to scramble and grunt and groan in effort as he climbed; he hoped the bastard standing behind him was enjoying the fucking show he was probably putting on. Finally Jake managed to clamber up and rest on his hands and knees atop the bull-man's bed, clenching his eyes shut tight and just waiting for whatever would happen to him to happen.

He heard Master's footsteps—hoofsteps—approaching. He could practically feel the enormous, literally-beefy presence of the bull-man loom over him. He gasped and let out a soft, shameful whimper when Master reached between Jake's thighs to grab his ballsack; the bull-man's hand was large enough that he could easily hold the ridiculously-tiny-in-comparison sack between his thumb and fingertips. As the rough, calloused digits felt him up, Jake felt an embarrassing heat flare in his cheeks and a pulse in his groin; after all the abuse they had suffered, his balls were actually responding with relief to a soft, gentle touch.

“Cute." The word was like a bucket of ice water dumped over Jake's head. The human squirmed, not daring to try pulling and scrambling away from Master or kicking back at the bull-man. The massive creature continued to fondle Jake's hairless balls for a long moment, drawing out low huffs and strangled gasps from deep within Jake with every touch. Then he grabbed one of the human's asscheeks, pulling at the soft flesh with one gargantuan hand while his other thick monolith of a finger ran up and down the smaller male's hairless asscrack.

“Please…" Jake whimpered and begged, burying his burning face in the soft material below him as the bull-man's digit prodded over his tight, untouched—save for that 'exam' earlier—hole. “Stop… don't… n-not there, please…" Some part of himself was disgusted at the weak whining dribbling from between his lips, but what else could Jake do? The dribble became a flood as he felt another insistent push. “Don't. I've never been... f-fucked up the ass, and you're huge. You're gonna tear me open. Please. P-please, Master, stop..."

“Hush." The bull-man continued to poke and prod at the tautly-clamped pucker, but his other hand moved to rub over the small of Jake's back. “I'm not going to hurt you, boy. Master promises. Just relax." Master's fingertip pulled at the human's rim, and Jake hissed at the sting of the flesh being forced apart. Then he swallowed down a sigh of relief as the digit pulled away, only to yelp—and groan in agony as the device around his balls sent a shock through his crotch at the sound—when it returned, wet and slick; with saliva or something else, Jake couldn't tell. Regardless, even with the added lubrication, Master's fat finger was just too large to even start working its way through the human's ring and into the virginal passage behind it.

The bull-man's hands finally left Jake's backside, and the human felt the nauseous knot in his gut that had been tensing up all throughout his molestation ease just the slightest bit. However, he didn't dare collapse onto his side or turn around to face his Master; he was getting a moment of respite, yes, but from the low humming behind him he could guess that the bull-man was cooking up some other kind of 'bonding' for the two of them.

His fears were confirmed when a strong, insistent push against his side forced him down onto the bed and turned him over onto his back. “Looks like I'll have to think of something else until I can get you stretched."

The sight before him as he looked up at the panting, flushed, very male and very aroused creature standing over him at the bedside nearly made Jake let out another terrified scream. Master's cock, long and girthy and bestial, had risen out of the bull-man's sheath to twitch and throb and steam in the open air. Master was staring down at him, and Jake could see the lust burning in the alien man's beady, stony, glaring eyes. The human broke away from that gaze, trying desperately to find something else to look at; Master's heaving chest, the ample beads of precum gathering on his cocktip to drop in hot pinprick's on Jake's exposed stomach, away to the wall and the still-open door panel. He could send his foot into the bull-man's heavy balls and maybe earn himself a few seconds to scramble away, but how far would he be able to get before either the device on his own testicles or the monster's clutching grip stopped him? And what would happen to him afterwards?

All of his thoughts ground to a screeching halt when that hot pillar of pulsing flesh slapped down onto Jake's stomach and chest. He could feel his own flaccid package being crushed under the weight of it, and for a moment the human felt a surge of embarrassment at just how much bigger the other man was than him. And then the revulsion kicked in, and Jake's own chest heaved as his stomach clenched. Master absolutely stank of masculine virility, and every breath the human tried to take in tingled and burned with the pungent, spicy scent. Jake could only watch, gagging and shivering, as the bull-man began to hump down onto him.

Master grunted. Master let out a long, low groan. Master loomed over Jake, the bull-man's palms sinking into the 'mattress' on either side of the human's head. A deep, shaky breath was followed by a croon that rumbled in the alien man's flexing chest and gulping throat. “Stroke it."

As he let out another whimper, Jake's hands moved to grasp the tapered, twitching length. He clenched his eyes shut tight against what he was doing, trying to just focus on rubbing up and down the throbbing cock—his mind screeched in protest—rubbing all over him. More and more slick precum drooled out of the tip to puddle on Jake's chest, and the wet, flat head at the end of the bull-man's shaft pressed almost-tender kisses to the underside of his chin. At the same time that disgust at what he was doing filled every fiber of his being, the thought that perhaps he could stop the 'bonding' with his new Master at just the occasional hand job if he cooperated for now shimmered through his mind to tantalize the human; even that was going far over the line for Jake, but what else could he do in his situation?

“Good boy. Such a good boy." Jake grimaced at hearing those words in the deep, rumbling, very-male voice of the bull-man that was humping him. And then the hope that he'd been fostering was yanked out of his hands and dashed on the ground. “Suck it. Get a good taste of Master."

Another whimper that sent another surge of shame slamming into Jake's stomach like a fist. “Please, Master, I'm… I'm not… I don't like…" He wasn't gay. He had no attraction to other men; never had in his entire life. Just the thought of looking at another man's junk repulsed him, let alone touching and 'tasting' it.

“Are you disobeying Master?" The bull-man's eyes pinned Jake to bed with all the weight of a boulder as massive as the alien man was. When that red-tinged gaze slid over to Master's left wrist—to the cheerily-glowing screen set into the device on his left wrist—Jake's thigh clenched around Master's working hips as the human shook his head with yet another whimper; of desperation this time. “Then you will open your mouth and suck Master's cock."

What else could he do? With a miserable groan Jake craned his head forward, let his jaw fall open, and allowed the fat, drooling cockhead to push into his mouth.

Master let out a groan of his own; this one of pleasure as he began to rock down onto his human pet a little quicker. “There you go, that's a good boy. Master will make sure you learn to love this."

Jake didn't know whether to laugh or cry hysterically. How could he 'learn to love this'? How could he ever enjoy the bitter-salty taste of the bull-man's precum, or the sour flavor of his musky manhood, or the feeling of the throbbing flesh on his tongue choking him as it pushed against the opening of his throat, when just tolerating it in that moment was a massive effort? He clenched his pricking, watery eyes shut, and began working to end his humiliation—this 'bonding' with his new Master—as fast as possible.

Again and again. Back and forth. The bull-man rocked his hips and ground his length down onto the prone human, and Jake stroked and squeezed the shaft while letting the freely-leaking tip rub against his tongue. For a while he allowed his mouth to stay open, and the other man's ample precum to drool out and down his chin, but a grunt and threatening glare from Master made Jake close his lips around the throbbing flesh and gulp the slick fluid down into his roiling gut. Just breathe; not too deeply if he didn't want to have to smell the masculine funk of the bull-man's cock and crotch. Don't think; about what he was doing, what Master was doing to him, or about any potential 'bonding' in the future. Just get it over and done with. Those three thoughts repeated themselves like a mantra in Jake's mind as Master began to thrust faster and harder. They grew into a frantic scream as the bull-man huffed and chuffed and groaned in gathering pleasure. They shattered, along with the last of the human's dignity, as Master threw his head back and came with a bellowing, blissful roar.

He choked. He gagged. He tried to swallow what he could of the flood, but a clench in his stomach as the reality of what he was doing—sucking an alien monster's dick like the obedient pet it wanted him to be—rocked through him made Jake sputter and let the bestial member fall out of his mouth. Shot after shot of sticky seed splattered Jake's face and chest, and all the man could do was lay there and take it while waiting for Master's orgasm to end.

Finally, the eruption tapered off with a few last dribbles over Jake's chin. Finally, the bull-man let out one last, heavy sigh as his erection flagged and began to soften. Finally, Master pulled away to rifle through a drawer near the bed, leaving the human to collapse in a cum-soaked heap. Both men panted and let out quiet moans, but for very different reasons.

“Good. You did well for your first time." Master pulled a soft cloth out of the drawer, bringing it down to wipe the saliva and semen and sweat off of his length and balls while the former receded back into his sheath and the latter slowly lowered back down to hang between his thighs. He then tossed the musk-and-cum-stained rag at Jake with a grunt. “Clean yourself up, then you can do whatever you want. Explore or get comfortable or go take a shower, I don't really care. I have some things to do, and I'll call you to come get your dinner." The bull-man's eyes slid back over to Jake, pinning him to the bed like a fly on a board once more. “Do not try to get out of the house on your own. You know what will happen if you do."

Jake just nodded, keeping his head down and his shoulders hunched as he started to clean himself off. The cloth, however, had already soaked up too much of Master's seed to be of any use; it just smeared the cum on the human's bare skin all around, making him feel even filthier.

“Mm, good boy. Tomorrow morning, I'll take you to a groomer to get you branded"—Jake didn't like the sound of that—“and stretched"--he hated the sound of that—“a bit. If you do well, I'll give you a treat. And if you do really well…" The human shivered as he heard something dark and lustful churn under the surface of Master's voice for a moment. “…Well, we'll see." The bull-man's hooves padding on the carpet as he walked towards the door-panel was the only sound in the bedroom; even Jake's whimpering and whining had fallen silent. “Get nice and comfortable, Jake. I want to make sure you have a good life here. I'll take care of you as long as you're a good boy." The lingering threat of what would happen to the human if he wasn't hung in the air as Master stepped through the doorway to leave Jake behind.

Alone and trembling, Jake lay back down on the bed and curled up into a tight ball while hugging himself. His breathing came slow and even—tinged with the still-strong smell of Master's cock and cum from the rag in his clenched fists and his own defiled body—for a few minutes, and then began to shake and gasp and heave with his sobbing. How could this have happened? What had he ever done to deserve this? What was going to become of him, now that he'd been abducted and sold off as a pet—no, a sex slave; an alien man's sex slave, and again Jake's stomach roiled with revulsion—to some kind of bull monster on some alien planet far away from Earth with no hope of escape?

As he cursed the day—was it the same day; had it really only been a few hours?—he'd seen that damn banner ad with its bullshit promises about getting away from it all 'for a while', Jake tried with miserable resignation to settle into his new life in his new home. He knew, after what had just happened, that he'd never be the old him—the him that only had to worry about deadlines while fighting off the drudgery of his day-to-day life—again; and that the new him—Master's pet and gay sexual partner; reluctant as he was to be every single word of that sentence—would just have to lay down and take whatever happened next. He'd try, as much as he could, to make the best of the situation he'd been thrown into after being torn away from his old life.

It was all that Jake could do.