FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Even after the last puff of Steri-spray mist faded, Jake leaned heavily against the shower wall as he felt the roiling and heaving in both his gut and his swimming mind. This was alright. This was good. If he just stayed here like this for the rest of his life, he could ignore everything; the stench of potent, virile semen still clinging to and staining his body, what had just been done to him, and what—who—was waiting for him outside of the nearly-familiar, just-off-enough-to-be-alien bathroom.

But no, even then he couldn't just ignore it. Even then, the snug band latched around his ballsack wouldn't let him forget what he was. He was a pet; a pet for the alien bull-man who had bought him from his abductor. He could hide from it, and he couldn't escape it. It was his new life.

With a heavy sigh, Jake pushed the not-glass door of the shower cubicle open and made his way out.

Master's home was simple, almost ascetic, and could reasonably be called cozy if it weren't for Jake's current circumstances. Even if everything was overlarge—made for towering alien creatures like the bull-man instead of a smaller, weaker human like him—and made him feel like he was a child again at times—he grimaced when he caught sight of himself in the flat panel of the 'TV' while trying to suss out how to get it turned on; he definitely looked the part of a child with every speck of hair from the nose down completely removed—he could at least settle in and make himself comfortable while waiting for whatever the bull-man had in store next.

Which, it seemed, was dinner.

Jake heard the rumbling voice calling out his name from the kitchen, and immediately jumped off the couch to answer his Master's summons; the bull-man would've given his balls a shock if he was ignored, and the human had had more than enough shooting, tingling, sparking agony in his groin for one night. He let out a heavy sigh when he saw that the pair of bowls laid out on the floor had been filled with water and what looked for all the world like kibble, respectively; however, a glance from Master got Jake down on his knees and picking at his food. The human grimaced as he popped a piece of 'kibble' into his mouth, chewing on the crunchy nugget and flinching when it quickly melted into a pungent-flavored paste that he had to quickly gulp down. It wasn't bad, actually pretty good—Jake had certainly wolfed down worse just to have something in his belly—but the texture and thickness of the paste made his gut clench in protest. As Jake lifted up his water bowl to take a sip, he glanced over with envy at the steaming plate that Master was tucking into; the meal that smelled like herbs and spices and richly-roasted meat, though Jake couldn't really see what exactly the bull-man was eating.

At least Jake's 'dinner' was filling.

Maybe a little too filling.

Only a few minutes after he'd popped the last piece of kibble in his mouth and gulped down the last bit of water to wash down the resulting burst of slop, Jake felt a rumbling in his bowels and a pressure in his belly. Again the human grimaced, clamping down in hopes of just holding it in—at least until Master was distracted, and he could sneak into the bathroom to use the toilet—but the bull-man took one look at his pet's clenching fists and shifting stance and let out a sigh. “Do you need to go out?"

“No, Master, I'm fine. I just-"

Master's finger tapped dangerously close to the small screen on his wrist. “I don't need you having an accident and making a mess. If you need to go out, you will tell Master. Do you understand?"

Jake reflexively reached down to grasp his balls with both hands, dropping his gaze and nodding as a cold shiver ran down his spine. “Yes Master. Sorry. I… need to…" His lips wanted to twist into a scowl as he felt wet heat gathering behind his eyes. “I need to go out."

The bull-man's approaching hooves clopped on the tile, making Jake flinch once more, and then a heavy hand patted and stroked his head with almost-tender affection. “Good boy. Come on."

What else could Jake do? He nodded and followed Master as the alien man led him toward the door-panel out to the yard.

There was a cool evening breeze outside that sent goosebumps spreading over the human's nude body. Jake shivered, hugging himself—to protect himself from both the air and any prying eyes that might look over from the other yards and see his nakedness—and stepped out onto the large square of soft blue grass. Once again he looked around for something to hide behind while he did his business, and once again he was sorely disappointed; with no other recourse, Jake squatted down in the middle of the bull-man's yard to relieve the growing pressure in his bowels and bladder.

He tried to rush it when he heard voices from the house next door so that he could run back inside before he was seen, but it wasn't to be. The knot of shame in his gut twisted and his eyes grew hot and wet as he heard a pair voices speaking from the other side of the fence. He was exposed. Anyone who had a mind to could look right over and see him in the middle of taking a shit.

He wasn't sure whether to be thankful or even more ashamed that there were no comments; no cries of disgust or abuse thrown his way for exposing himself. He was just a pet, after all.

Finally, Jake stood up and—with a shake of his manhood and a hop away from the steaming pile he'd left in the grass—turned to rush back to the door; and back to the form of Master leaning against the doorframe, idly tapping away at the device on his wrist. “All done?"

“Yes, Master." The human shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably; his diet really hadn't been the best over the past year, and with nothing to wipe himself he could still feel the leftover grime in his cleft. “I, uh, need to… clean myself, though."

A snort. A sigh. A pat on the head. “Come with me."

Master led Jake back into the bathroom; but instead of ushering the human into the not-glass shower cubicle, the bull-man turned and grabbed Jake under the arms and lifted the squirming man up. Again Jake felt like a child, and he scowled as he was carefully set on top of the toilet; it truly was large enough that, if Master hadn't been keeping a firm grip on him, the human might have fallen in. Jake hissed as yet more Steri-spray misted up from within the bowl to clean his crack and hole. And as the two stayed like that for a long moment, Master spoke up.

“I've made that appointment with the groomer I mentioned. It's scheduled for early in the morning, so I want you to settle in early tonight so you'll be rested for it."

“Yes, Master." Jake kept his gaze firmly on the tile floor between the bull-man's hooves.

Master grunted and nodded, pleased by the human's obsequience even if his bestial face remained a stony mask. He lifted Jake up off the toilet, but instead of setting the human back on his feet Master carried Jake into the bedroom in his arms. The smaller man shuddered and whimpered when he was set down on the bed; and the human's eyes widened in fear when Master reached down to once more tug at the cloth knotted around his hips. “Master, are… you aren't going to… now?"

The bull-man let out another snort, tugging his garment off while ignoring his pet's question; Jake peeked downward, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw only the alien man's plump sheath and balls. “You have the choice of sleeping in my bed, or I can get you one of your own. Won't be able to get it until tomorrow, though, so you'll have to sleep on the floor. You can pick out the spot for it tonight if you want to, and I can find you a blanket or something to sleep on."

Jake looked around the room. “Is… is another bed going to fit?"

The bull-man nodded, gesturing to a spot on the floor near the bedroom door-panel. “The pet beds they have should be able to fit just fine anywhere you pick to sleep tonight."

Oh. That was what the bull-man meant. For a moment, Jake actually considered it; but the human still had his dignity, and the thought of curling up naked and cold on the floor like an animal—even with the comfort of a blanket—was too much for him. At the same time, that same defiance snarled at the thought of sleeping in another man's bed, much less his Master's. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Jake could do nothing but flush and huff and crawl under the covers to curl up facing away from the alien man.

“That's what I thought." Jake ignored the squeaking of the bed and the shifting of the covers as Master laid down beside him. He ignored the large hand that petted over the crown of his head. He ignored the deep, rumbling sounds—humming?—the bull-man was making as he settled in as well.

Jake closed his eyes, tried to block out the hell that his world had become, and slowly slipped into a fitful slumber.

---

Again, Jake found himself leaning against the shower wall as the Steri-spray mist filled the not-glass cubicle, trying to ignore the feeling and the stench of the cum splattered all over his belly and chest. This time, however, he wasn't alone; Master stood behind him, the bull-man's massive bulk making the small shower cubicle feel even more claustrophobic as he rubbed the Steri-spray all over his own nude body.

Jake had woken up from dreams of being embraced by a large, strong, muscular woman to a wall of sweaty, soft warmth and musk—masculine, to his displeasure—surrounding him. Sometime during the night, he'd been pulled into the bull-man's arms. And in the morning, the pair had become a tangle of limbs as Jake's chest and belly and crotch pressed against Master's frontside. With a start, Jake had come to full awareness with the realization that both he and the alien man were hard; the human's crotch had pulsed as his morning wood—which had nothing to do with his bed partner, of course—twitched and leaked, and that had seemingly awakened the bull-man's own gargantuan erection.

Their respective arousals hadn't gone unnoticed by Master, of course. As the bull-man stirred, he'd rolled over to hunch and loom over the human, pressing Jake down into the mattress with his bulk. Then Master's hips had begun to rock, grinding his cock against Jake's front-side; and to the human's horror, he'd realized that the feeling of the firm flesh grinding against his shaft had felt amazing. Again and again Master had humped, sending sparks of sweet friction through both of their bodies until, finally, they had both cum all over each other with grunts and groans and sighs of pleasure. Then the bull-man had once more lifted and cradled the human's much-smaller, trembling and shaking body in his arms while rising to his knees. With a muzzy, still-sleepy 'good morning' and a kiss to Jake's forehead, Master had dragged his pet out of bed and into the shower to 'get cleaned up'.

Jake was broken out of his sulky reverie by a pair of large hands grasping his shoulders. “Don't just stand there, boy. You need to rub yourself down with it. Like this."

Jake stood straight up, staring at the wall. He bit his lip as Master's massive hands rubbed over him, scrubbing the Steri-spray into his tingling skin. He was almost used to the faint sting as the mist settled on his flesh and removed any traces of dirt or sweat from his body. He was almost used to the low grunting and panting from behind as Master touched him however the bull-man pleased. He was almost comfortable with the other man's presence as he was 'bathed'.

Almost didn't account for much, but the only other options Jake had would only make things worse.

He grunted when the bull-man's fingers edged into the crook of his thigh, and his eyes closed as the broad, strong, and very masculine fingertips caressed his crotch and edged around his genitals. He heard a low, murmuring croon from Master as the bull-man explored the hairless flesh. Over Jake's balls and soft manhood. Down into his taint. Over his hips, and then delving into the human's similarly-hairless cleft. A whimper rumbled in Jake's chest and a shudder ran down his spine; but it almost felt good, if he ignored who—what—it was that was touching him.

“You need to get yourself especially clean here." The bull-man's husky breath huffed against Jake's ear as that gargantuan digit dragged through the human's cleft and over his hole. Then Jake was pushed further against the wall, and Master grabbed one of his pet's asscheeks in each meaty hand to spread the smaller man's rump wide open. Jake's breath caught in his throat as Master hummed, staring at the winking, flexing, virgin-tight pucker that was exposed to the stinging mist filling the shower. Finally, with a satisfied grunt, the bull-man let Jake go and stepped away. “Come on. We still need to get ready for your appointment."

“Yes, Master."

After that came a small cupful of 'mouthwash'—something that tingled and burned Jake's lips and tongue and gums in a worryingly-similar way to how the Steri-spray shower had tingled on his skin—to be swished around and spat out in the sink; with Master's help to lift the human up high enough to do so, of course. Then Master dressed—wrapping a fresh cloth around his hips, and then another around his chest and shoulders in an intricate, winding knot—and took Jake to the kitchen for breakfast. While the human's meal consisted of the same 'kibble' in his bowl on the floor, Master dined on a plateful of sliced fruit that smelled tangy and sweet and spicy all at once. Jake stared at the heaping portion piled in his food bowl, wondering how he was going to eat it all, and Master looked over and told him that he had better finish every bite; that was all the human would get until dinner. With yet another grimace, Jake had nodded and obeyed.

Once both owner and pet had been fed, the bull-man stood and, after placing his dishes in the sink, tapped a few times on the device around his wrist. Jake jumped and cringed as he felt the tingling in his balls from the band wrapped around his sack, but relaxed when he realized there wouldn't be any sparking pain shooting into his groin. “Come." Master made his way to the front door of the small home, and the human quickly followed when the tingling in his balls became a slowly-intensifying buzz the further he trailed behind the alien man; a leash, invisible but short and firmly secured, to keep Jake at Master's heel.

They took a moment for Jake to pee on the front lawn, and the human shuddered and kept his head ducked in embarrassment as the morning light brought out more witnesses to his humiliation; one of the occupants of the house next door—a lumbering, muscular bear-man who was as scantily-dressed as Master—who paused to chat with the bull-man, a couple of rat-people lingering on the porch of the building across the street, and an ox-man who was leading around a human pet of his own—a shame-faced young woman—on an early-morning walk. When Jake finished shaking himself off and moved back over next to Master, the two of them hopped into the bull-man's not-car and sped off on their way.

Without being cramped up on all fours in a cage, Jake was able to look out the passenger window at the passing scenery. He could see the rows of squat 'houses' slowly give way to the massive, towering buildings he'd glimpsed the day before. He could see the green sky above, and the blue grass in square plots that gave way to lines of grey-barked, teal-leafed trees. And he could see the people milling along the sidewalks of the alien city in every-growing droves. Beast-people of every species—dogs, cats, reptiles, and even a few bird-people here and there—went about their morning; and more than a few humans were mixed in as well, naked and 'collared' and staying close to their own Masters.

Some of the humans Jake could see had reluctant, even defiant scowls on their faces as they followed behind the ones who'd come to own them; those pets were bound at the wrists with a not-leather band that was, in turn, secured to the 'collar' on their genitalia. Others were as shamefaced as the girl he had seen earlier, trying their best to cover themselves while keeping their gazes on their shuffling feet; more than a few of those had blinders strapped to their heads which seemed to block their vision to either side, and Jake honestly couldn't tell whether it was a mercy granted by their Masters or yet further humiliation. Still others seemed to actually be enjoying their captivity, simpering to their Masters and beaming with joy at every pet or stroke or caress they could get; with a scowl on his own face, Jake swore that he'd never act like that towards his own bastard of an 'owner'. Most of the human pets were completely hairless—save for the close-shaven shadows on their heads—like Jake, but a few had body hair ranging from styled tufts at their chests and genitals to large carpets down their frontsides; a few—mostly the 'obedient' ones—even had hair on their heads that ranged from short-cropped to flowing locks that fell to their shoulders.

Finally, the not-car glided to a halt in front of a large, square, solid building. Master grunted to Jake as he got out of the driver's seat, and Jake hopped out of his side to follow the bull-man through the not-glass front door. The human flinched at the cheery jingle that announced their entrance, and once more ducked his head as the receptionist behind the counter—a brightly-smiling antelope-woman—perked up to greet them. “Welcome! I'm guessing you're the eight-o-clock?"

Master grunted, pushing Jake forward to present him. The human kept his gaze lowered as the alien female looked him up and down. Somehow, the fact that he was completely naked was made all the worse by the antelope-woman's cooing.

“Aww, he's a little cutie! We'll get him taken care of right away, sir." She gave Master another nod and smile, and then turned to call out into the back. “The eight-o-clock is here!"

After another few moments, another beast-person—a lithe deer-man—stepped out from the open doorway behind the reception counter. “Ah, Mr. Garth, good to meet you in person." The deer-man stepped forward to shake Master's large hand, and then turned to look Jake up and down as well. “We've got everything prepped for this little guy. You wanted the hormones as well as the marking and stretching, yes?"

“That's right." Both alien men ignored Jake as the human looked between them with a wide-eyed stare, the question lingering on his trembling lips; what hormones? “Everything's already been paid for, right?" The bull-man lifted his left arm to tap on the device on his wrist, and the deer-man did the same with his own.

The man that Jake quickly realized was the 'groomer' who would be taking care of him nodded with a soft hum. “Yes indeed, everything's all taken care of. And I assure you little Jake here will be in good hands."

“Good." Master flicked his finger over the screen on his wrist, and Jake flinched when, once again, he felt a pulse from the band around his ballsack. And then another flinch rocked through the human when Master gave him a heavy, probably-intended-to-be-affectionate pat on the head. “Be a good boy, alright, Jake?"

What else could Jake do? He nodded, keeping his gaze lowered to the floor, and murmured obediently. “Yes, Master."

With another grunt of satisfaction, the bull-man turned and made his way out of the shop. Jake almost moved to follow him until the human realized that the tingling in his balls was absent. Before he could really consider that fact, however, he felt another—lighter—hand land on his shoulder. “New pet, hm? Don't worry, little guy. I know it's scary, but you'll be alright." The deer-man was giving him a broad, friendly smile. “Come on, let's get you all set up, hm?"

The tingling returned when the groomer moved away to lead Jake towards the back rooms; it seemed that the devices on their wrists had allowed Master to 'hand over' the human's leash to the deer-man. Jake could only sigh and follow, wanting to get his 'grooming' done and over with as quickly as possible.

Down a long, brightly lit hallway. Through a panel door that slid open at the deer-man's approach. Into a small room with a large table at the center and a long counter-and-sink on the wall opposite the entrance; it looked almost like the vet's office that Jake had found himself teleported into when he'd first been abducted, and the man had to take a slow, deep breath to stop himself from turning and running away. “Alright, Jake…" The groomer looked up from the device on his wrist to give the human another soft, pleasant smile while pulling on a pair of gloves. “I need you to relax and be a good boy." The deer-man—as Master had earlier, though with just a little more difficulty—hefted the human up in his arms and set Jake down on his hands and knees on the grooming table.

Jake blinked at the feeling of leathery straps being tied around his ankles. And then he started to hyperventilate and struggle when the groomer moved around to bind the human's wrists to the table as well. “What are you do-mmf!" The human was cut off as something firm and rubbery—a gag, he quickly realized—was pushed into his mouth and then secured with a muzzle strapped over his face and secured behind his head.

“There there, it's alright." The deer-man's hand stroked the arch of Jake's spine, and the human could only grit his teeth against the gag in his mouth. “Just relax, alright? We'll get you taken care of. Just give me a moment to see what you've got for me to work with, hm?"

The groomer's fingertips brushed down the human's flank, and Jake strained against the cuffs binding his ankles in a vain attempt to close his thighs and protect his package from the deer's examination. However, all he could do was let out muffled grunts and groans into the muzzle on his face as his balls were once more rubbed and cupped and played with.

The not-latex slid against Jake's hairless sack as the deer-man's palm hefted the firm orbs within. “Hmm, good size for a human. And just two testicles, but we'll take care of that in a jiffy." A rumble of laughter from the alien man accompanied a gentle squeeze that made Jake's cheeks burn. Then the human flinched when those wandering hands moved to grasp his asscheeks and spread him wide open. “Hoo, your master wasn't kidding. Very tight back here." Jake flinched as he felt a rubbery fingertip prod at his back entrance, and jerked in his bindings. “Shh, shh, it's alright. It's okay." The soothing tone of the groomer did nothing to calm the trembling of Jake's limbs. “Let's start with first things first, yes?"

Jake turned his head, craning and straining his neck, to watch the alien man as the groomer stepped away from his backside for a moment. When the deer-man returned, it was to set a small tray down on the table between the human's bound ankles with a soft clatter. “Let's see, branding first." Jake began to let out muffled shouts into his gag and muzzle as the doctor lifted up what looked for all the world like a wireless barcode scanner. “Just need to get your name… your id… contact details…" The deer-man hummed and murmured to himself, looking from the screen on his left wrist to the screen on the back of the device in his hand. He tapped a few things out, swiped a few times, and then finally nodded in satisfaction. “Alright, boy, this is going to sting a little bit. For something minor like this, the side effects when you come off anesthetics are often worse than the procedure, so we'll leave them out." The groomer's voice grew tender and sympathetic as he stroked Jake's head with one hand and pressed the end of the scanner-thing to the human's right-hand shoulder with the other. “It'll be just a little sting, and then it'll be over, alright?"

It was more than 'just a little sting'. Jake let out a muffled howl of agony as hot, burning pain lanced into the flesh over his shoulder blade; he didn't even realize that there was no answering shock from the strap around his balls as tears pricked his eyes and his thoughts scattered. It hurt. It hurt so much. He swore he could actually hear a faint sizzle, but couldn't be sure if it was just his imagination or if his skin was actually being seared.

Finally, the deer-man pulled the scanner-like thing away. The pain immediately dulled into a faint throb, but Jake still gasped and had to blink the tears out of his eyes while he strained to see what had been done to him. He had to contort his neck further than was comfortable, but finally was able to catch a glimpse of the dark mark staining his slightly-reddened skin. No, that actually was his skin; whatever the groomer had done to him had darkened the color of his flesh, like some kind of reverse vitiligo in a barcode pattern on his shoulder.

Jake wasn't afforded much time to consider it. He felt something else—something long and thin and metallic, worryingly like the thing that damned alien vet had used to fix him—pressing against and being dragged along the back of his ballsack with a faint sting. Jake's eyes widened as that line of stinging flesh was pulled apart—as his hairless sack was pulled open—by the groomer's fingers. He wasn't. He couldn't be. Heart clenching and stomach roiling, the human ducked his head down to peer between his bound legs; he was. The groomer had actually sliced open Jake's plump coin purse, and was slowly pushing a large, round object into the cut. “Mmf! Mmmmf!"

“Shh, don't worry." The deer-man ducked down as well to meet Jake's panicked gaze from between the human's thighs. A smile and playful wink accompanied one last push as whatever the hell the groomer was putting into his sack moved to settle in between Jake's exposed testicles. “I promise the implant will start feeling good soon, okay?" With that, he once again dragged the long, thin, metallic thing over the opening in Jake's flesh to seal it back up; to seal that 'implant' into Jake's now-overfull ballsack.

Again the deer-man stepped away, and then again he returned with yet another device; a long, thin, floppy tube attached to a squat, not-metal box.

“Now than, we need to get you nice and clean before we proceed with the next part."

“Nghf." Jake grunted and shot the groomer a glare over his shoulder. But his cheeks were growing warmer and warmer, and his gut was starting to roil again; though not in shame or embarrassment this time. His teeth clenched around the gag in his mouth as that warmth began to pool in his crotch. The 'implant'? What was it doing to him?

“I know, I know, you're pretty clean, don't worry." The deer-man nodded to the bound human as he pumped a bit of thick, off-white, gooey-looking cream out of a nearby canister and began to spread it over his gloved hands. “Just need to get your insides nice and sparkling so I can get way up in there for your stretching. And to do that, I've got to get this tight little hole of yours opened up." With a chuckle, the groomer reached to tap a pointer finger against Jake's taut anus; and at the contact, Jake's eyes widened. He hissed into the gag, and his hips bucked. The warmth that had built up in his groin flared, and sparks—not of pain, but of pleasure—shot through him.

“Mmngh…"

Another soft, gentle chuckle as that slick finger began to rub around his ring, spreading what Jake quickly realized was lube over the twitching flesh of his hole. He tried to shudder and pull away, but something more than just the cuffs on his wrists and ankles kept him riveted in place. “Relax. Relax. Good boy, Jake." The damn groomer murmured to him as his finger moved to the center of Jake's pucker and began to prod. To push. To slowly and insistently slide into him.

Heat. Shooting in sharp electrical currents up the human's spine. Tingling in his brain and making both his vision and his mind swim. He moaned—and if it wasn't for the muzzle, would be panting and whining with arousal—as the gentle rubbing of his inner walls set fire to his groin. The deer-man's finger moved back and forth, and his rim began to open up with greedy hunger as it pushed in to the knuckle; then his passage clamped around the digit in desperation to keep the length from pulling back out again. Part of Jake's mind reeled at actually enjoying having his asshole played with, but it quickly sank beneath the pleasurable haze roiling through his brain.

Good. It felt good. And he wanted more.

There was a quiet laugh from behind. “There we go. You really like that, don't you?" Another gloved fingertip brushed Jake's cocktip, and the human shivered; he wasn't hard, but his length was leaking and spurting a steady stream of precum like an open faucet. “Don't worry about making a mess, boy. Just relax while we get you taken care of." The finger in the human's ass began to tug against the clamping ring holding it in a vice grip, massaging the flesh and the muscle underneath to soften and loosen it; to open Jake up for whatever else the groomer had in store.

When that probing digit finally pulled out, Jake couldn't stop a low whine from slipping out at the feeling of sudden emptiness within him. Then something thick, round, and smooth pressed against his hole, and was pushed in. Deep. Deeper. Deeper still. The human's face screwed up into an expression of reluctant pleasure as he felt what he quickly realized was that tube-thing sliding into his back passage. He squirmed on the table when the soft, firm thing touched something buried in his inner walls that sent his thoughts scattering around in his head. How could he actually be enjoying this? He was straight. And straight guys didn't like having their asses played with, right?

“Nngh!" Something was happening. The box attached to the tube-thing was letting out a quiet whirring sound. Some kind of sensation—suction?—pulled and tugged at his guts, making the human's toes curl as he shuddered.

That damned groomer was stroking and petting along Jake's shivering spine again. “Don't worry, boy, I'm just getting you all cleaned out." Was that thing actually sucking the shit right out of his bowels? Jake didn't know how to feel about that. And he really didn't know how to feel—beyond bucking and jerking his hips as his soft cock spurted underneath him—when the deer-man flipped a switch with a quiet 'click', and a new sensation spread through his backside. Warm. Full. Soft; slick? “This nanite lubricant injection feels weird at first, I know, but it'll keep your insides nice, clean, and prepped for bonding with your master." The groomer patted Jake's rump, and the human answered with another groan.

Finally, after far too long having that thing buried in his ass—Jake shifted in discomfort even as the feeling of pressure on his inner walls sent new surges of sensation through his gut and crotch—it was pulled out by the deer-man. But if the human thought his grooming session was over, he was sorely mistaken; the groomer's gloved hands moved to cup and squeeze and spread Jake's ass open wide once more, leaving the stinging, itching, burning pucker buried within completely exposed. “Nngh… mmf…"

“I know, I know. Don't worry." The deer-man crooned to Jake as his thumbs moved to massage the clenching, winking ring of the human's anus. Prodding. Pushing. Tugging at the weakening ring. When two fingers pushed into him at once, Jake hissed and winced; and then when they pulled his hole open, leaving his inner walls trying to clench and clamp down on air, the human's eyes rolled in his head as the sparks in his crotch became an inferno of pleasure. “I'm not going to hurt you, boy. In fact, you really like getting touched like this, right?" Another pull allowed the groomer's fingertips to slip into Jake and begin to tease the sensitive flesh just inside his rim.

“…Mm…"

Those damned, amazing-feeling digits lingered at his entrance—his hole, the thing he used for shitting, not pleasure; the human's reeling mind tried to desperately cling to those thoughts, but they began to slip through his fingers with every twinge in his soft, but aroused-to-the-point-of-drooling cock—for a long, breathless moment. “You want to be touched deeper, don't you?"

No. He didn't. He didn't want this; he didn't like this in the least. “…Mm-hm…" His head nodded of its own accord as he pushed his ass back against the deer-man's hands.

“Alright." And deeper the deer-man went; one hand cupped Jake's overfilled ballsack, fondling both the human's testicles and the implant sending its hormones into the pet's body, while the other began to slide a pair of fingers in and out of the human's passage. Now the whining and huffing and muffled panting from the human was unsuppressed as he felt the stroking and caressing and prodding against his inner walls. The deer-man's digits scissored apart, opening Jake up even further, and then began to move as if searching something out. “Let's see, should be right… around…" They blindly felt around. They wriggled and scrabbled for purchase. They finally pressed against a spot in the floor of Jake's rectum—that same spot that had been teased by the tube-thing earlier—with merciless insistence. “…here."

Jake gasped, and his eyes flew wide open and stared forward as he felt the last of his resistance be yanked out of his grasp. His whirling thoughts froze and then shattered. His jaws fell slack around the gag in his mouth. Something new—something he'd never felt before—slammed into his gut to leave Jake a weak, shivering, moaning mess. He couldn't even focus on the pleasure burning in his crotch anymore; the pulsing in his balls and cock felt so small compared to the agonizing bliss that just touching that place in his ass sent barreling through his entire body.

“That's right, good boy." The groomer's free hand had moved from the human's genitals to rub with tender affection over Jake's lower back. “You like that, don't you?"

Jake couldn't deny it anymore; he did like it. And he wanted more. With a grunt, he began to rock his hips to force himself back against the deer-man's probing fingers; and when he was rewarded with another push on that spot inside him, he tossed his head and groaned as his cock drooled precum down onto the table beneath him.

“That's what I thought. Now then…" The groomer's fingers moved away from the knot of nerves they had found, and Jake whined and clamped down on the moving, thrusting digits. But even just feeling them prodding around his inner walls—giving the flesh and muscles of Jake's bowels a deep, intimate massage—was starting to feel so very good. Even if the stretching stung at times, there was always that undercurrent of pleasure flowing from the human's ass throughout his body. Whirling in his brain. Washing away his reluctance—his resistance—and replacing it with a hunger for even more. As the deer-man rocked his two fingers in and out of Jake's back passage, Jake moaned. As those intruding insertions spread apart to widen both the man's ring and the chute behind it, Jake sighed. And as the groomer moved back to that spot—Jake's prostate—to rub and tease over it and send more of that electric current shooting through the human's brain and body and soft, dribbling cock, Jake threw his head back and screamed into the gag in his mouth.

He shouldn't have been liking it, but he did; Jake loved having his ass played with.

---

On and on the session continued, for what felt like—what was—hours on end. At some point, Jake's mind sank into the warm haze of bliss that had been threatening to engulf his mind since the groomer had first touched his prostate. He couldn't move. He couldn't even make a sound. He could only stay there on his hands and knees and take—enjoy—what the deer-man was doing to him.

By the time it was over—by the time those slick digits finally pulled out of his ass—the table beneath Jake had been completely soaked with a massive puddle of both precum and semen; evidence of his enjoyment as he'd been teased and milked so thoroughly. The deer-man cooed to Jake, giving his rump a pat, and finally began to undo the cuffs at the man's ankles and wrists. “Good boy. You did such a good job. Your master will be so proud of you, Jake."

The human couldn't give any answer. He blinked and shook his heavy, swimming head, having to concentrate fully on not letting his trembling limbs collapse underneath him. The groomer wrapped his arms around Jake, helping him up into a sitting position on the table, and then wiped up the mess the human had left—on both the tabletop and all over his belly and groin—with a thick, soft, absorbent cloth. He petted Jake's head. He stroked Jake's shoulders. He gave Jake a gentle pat on the back and a warm smile, and then moved to start cleaning and putting his equipment away. Jake could only watch, hunched over himself and clutching at his sore, spent genitals while shifting and wincing at the dull pain settling into his backside. When the muzzle was unclasped and the gag pulled out of Jake's mouth, the man huffed and worked his aching jaw.

He flinched when a cheery chirp sounded from the device on the deer-man's wrist. The groomer looked down at it and let out a quiet hum. “Perfect timing." Jake didn't have to wait long to realize what that meant; the alien man tapped and swiped a few times at the screen on his wrist, and then a short while later the door-panel slid open. The antelope receptionist waved Master in—Jake shivered and hunched further into himself at the sight of his owner—and then turned on her heel to leave the bull-man to the groomer. “Mr. Garth, welcome. Me and little Jake here just finished up a bit ago."

A low, deep grunt. The bull-man clopped his way over to the table, and a heavy hand settled atop Jake's head to stroke and pet the human. “Good. And how'd he do?"

“Excellent for his first time. Although he'll definitely need some more stretching before he's able to, ah…" The groomer trailed off as his eyes flicked down to the knot of the cloth around Master's hips. He cleared his throat politely. “You can set up an appointment for later this week at the front desk. I also recommend giving him a daily stretching in-between. Probably just a single finger, but the lube injection should make things easy on you both."

“And that is permanent, right?"

“That's right." The groomer nodded. “Give it a day or two and the nanites will start producing lubricant to replace any that, ah, leaks out. And it will also keep his bowel movements tidy, so you won't have to do much cleaning back there at all. You are feeding him the recommended food, yes?"

“Yes." The bull-man's head nodded. “Twice a day to keep him regular."

“Excellent."

Jake listened to the two alien men chatting back and forth about him—about what had been done to him—with a furrowing brow and clenching teeth. He wanted so badly to strike out at them, to punch and kick and scream in protest at all of this. He wasn't some fucking animal—some pet—he was a man. But even leaving aside the band still firmly bound around his abused ballsack, he shuddered as he thought of all the things a massive, muscular brute like Master could do to someone like him if he was disobedient.

And a thought—of once more feeling fingers, even Master's, probing and prodding and sinking into his ass—sent a flare of heat through his crotch and made him bite his lip. Would it feel as good as the deer-man's digits had? Would having Master's thick, insistent finger push deep into him maybe even feel better?

He was jerked back to awareness when the bull-man's hands grabbed and spread his thighs apart. The deer-man, meanwhile, was still talking, and it seemed that the conversation had turned to the implant in Jake's balls. “Much more natural-looking, don't you agree?" Jake finally took the chance to look down at himself, and hated what he saw; the round, firm orb sat in the middle of his sack, settled between his two testicles and making the once-familiar sight of his balls look alien and wrong. He grimaced; and then he gasped and swallowed down a moan when the groomer reached out to stroke his sack and over his manhood with a now-ungloved finger. “And the hormones are already flowing through him, so he's much more sensitive now. He'll really enjoy being touched, both here and on his backside." With a start and a lurch in his stomach, Jake realized that the groomer was right; the soft touch of the deer-man's fingers—and even the firm grip of Master's hands on his thighs—was sending waves of warmth through Jake's lower body. His cheeks flushed as he realized with growing horror that he was getting aroused; even if his cock wasn't hardening to erection, he could still feel it pulsing and throbbing as though it wanted to. He was getting horny over being touched and stared at by the two alien men.

The human's low, whimpered groan drew both Master's and the groomer's attention to Jake's scowling face. “What's the matter, boy. Don't like it?" Master's voice was low and even as he lifted a brow.

Jake flinched. He swallowed hard. He opened his mouth, and the words came pouring out. “It… I hate it. It makes me feel like a freak, Master. And those hormones, they… they make me feel wrong…" He shuddered, and finally looked over to Master with teary, pleading eyes. “Tell him to take it out. Please, Master. Take it out of me…"

The bull-man just sighed and reached up to pet Jake's head once more. “No, Jake. It needs to stay in you. This will help you enjoy being a good boy for Master." Master glanced back down to Jake's balls with a low hum, and then looked to the groomer. “Maybe we can remove one of his testicles?"

Jake shot up straight again, eyes going wide as he let out a strangled squeak. Do what now?

The deer-man let out his own low hum of consideration. “Should be simple enough, and humans really only need the one. Are you sure you'd want to do that, though?"

Master shrugged. “If Jake would prefer two balls instead of three so he doesn't 'feel like a freak'…" Jake could practically hear the amused condescension in the bull-man's voice as Master rolled his eyes. “I can pay for it at the front counter, right?"

“No!" Jake winced as both Master and the groomer turned to look at him again. “I… it… don't take one of my balls away, please…"

“Then you're alright with this?" Master's hand cupped Jake's overfull sack once more. The human bit his lip and, after one more moment of hesitation, nodded.

“Yes… Master."

The bull-man nodded as well, and then stood to give Jake another pat on the head. “Good boy."

A soft cough made Master look back to the groomer. “Now, about that implant, you should avoid using it for more than eight hours per day. Otherwise, it could cause shrinkage." Jake gulped; he didn't like the sound of that. “His testicles likely won't be affected much, if at all, but his penis will probably get a lot smaller from disuse if you keep the settings on the implant as they are."

Jake gritted his teeth, but his owner answered first. “No, that's fine." The bull-man gave the human what he probably imagined was a friendly smile; the corners of his mouth twitched upward, and the stony, red-tinted eyes under his heavy brows softened. “I'm not planning to use him as breeding stock, so his penis size won't matter. What's important is that we help him learn to enjoy his new life. Besides, I think a smaller penis will look cuter on him. Don't you?" He looked over to the groomer.

“Well, I can't argue with you there. Very well." The deer-man smiled as well while Jake swallowed down a snarl; he didn't think so at all, but it seemed his opinion on the matter was invalid. The groomer moved over to the door-panel to make it slide open, and gave both pet and owner a nod. “In that case, we're all set. You can take care of payment at the front desk, as I said." He shot a wider smile Jake's way, along with a friendly wink that sent a shudder down the human's back. “See you again soon, boy!"

With almost-tender care, Master lifted Jake up off the table and set him down on his feet; and the human gasped, trembled, and nearly collapsed against the bull-man as the sharp throbbing in his hind end made his legs refuse to support him. Master let out a long-suffering sigh, and then picked Jake back up to cradle the human in his arms. Jake, meanwhile, clung to the bull-man and buried his face in the sweaty, soft, warm and musky fur of his Master's neck as he was carried out of the grooming room. The human kept his mouth shut, not protesting about anything that had been done to him nor any of the things that were likely in store. He merely listened with subdued acceptance while Master planned out the next 'session', paid for the one that Jake had just had, and then carried the human out to continue with the rest of their day; the rest of their life as owner and pet.