Mallory just knew that her mother would agree. She would have her Sweet Sixteen party at home, just like her sister Madison had three years ago. She could invite all her friends and Madison would come home from college, likely bringing along a couple of her own weird friends. She'd probably bring Emily again. Some of her friends had had more elaborate affairs at hotels or restaurants, but none had ever had a jack roast. Mallory's mom, Meredith would go into town and pick out a jack at Laura's Market, just like she did for Madison. Mallory could help with the selection and help with the preparation too. Her friends, Hannah and Ashley would certainly want to come along too.

The morning was hot already. Jessica Anders squinted at the blazing California sunshine and quickly pulled on her shades. The sun's orb was instantly blinding and little better was its diffusion through the cloudless brilliantly blue sky. Jimmy, shackled hand and foot, stumbled through the door a half a step behind her. He winced at the glaring light. When his bare foot touched the blistering pavement, he actually jumped back and collided with Marissa following right behind. She had been the last to leave the comfort of the air-conditioned building. Amused more than annoyed, Marissa kept her balance, holding her newspaper firmly under her arm. She took Jimmy firmly by the arm and guided him directly to the waiting 4x4 pick-up.

Jessica walked to the rear of the light truck to open the tailgate. However, when her hand touched the sun-baked metal, she pulled it quickly away in pain and blew on her fingers. She looked at the metal cargo compartment and she looked at Jimmy's naked skin, and tried to decide just what she was going to do. They had a three-hour ride and he would get scorched. Alternatively, she could cover him with a tarp and he would get steamed. Either way it was premature, she chuckled, a waste, and actually cruel.

Jimmy's eyes slowly adjusted to the light. He saw the eyehooks in the cargo compartment where the women would restrain him for the trip. The metal almost glowed with the heat of the blistering sun. With increasing agitation, he considered the searing pain that would result when his naked body was pressed against the sun-heated metal. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, so to speak. He thought that he had only his ultimate fate to worry about. He had never imagined that they might try to roast him before they put him out of his misery. He searched the faces of the two women for some hint of compassion.

""You know, Marissa," Jessica said, "it's just too damned hot and let's let him ride in front."

"Are you sure?" Marissa asked. Do you really want him in the front with you? Is it safe? Do you want me to ride shotgun?"

"Well, I'd rather put him in back, but feel the damned truck - it's just too hot. I just can't do it - it'd be cruel." It may well have been her imagination, but Jessica thought she could see Jimmy's pale skin glowing a faint red already. "He's a good fellow - aren't you, Jimmy - and he's restrained. He won't be any trouble. I'll be all right." She nodded her head pensively.

"If you say so." Marissa agreed. When Jessica opened the door, Marissa helped Jimmy into the cab. His ankle chain gave him little leeway and he had problems with the running board.

"Wait, wait!" Jessica shouted. "Jimmy, you've got a really nice ass and you're brand's not oozing or anything anymore, but I really don't want you on my clean upholstery."

Jimmy waited, standing unsteadily on the running board, while Marissa threw a section of her newspaper over the seat. After she had positioned it just where she wanted it, Marissa helped him turn, sit back, and then swing his legs around like an elegant lady in a long formal skirt. Marissa reached abruptly across his lap, pulled over the seat belt and shoulder harness, and secured him to his seat. With his wrists bound behind his back, he had no way to undo the seatbelt. Meanwhile, Jessica climbed in the driver' side and fastened her own seat belt.

"Do you want me to hood him?" Marissa asked, standing on the running board with her torso leaning into the cab. Often, males or jacks were hooded for transport. Over stimulation was thought to agitate males. Her left hand on Jimmy's thick thigh supported her weight and her thumb flicked off his penis, which had come to rest on it. Jimmy pulled back as far in the seat as he could but he hadn't too far to move. Marissa looked at him and marveled that once males had terrorized women with these things. A lone male could terrorize a dozen healthy, conventionally sane women, simply by threatening to expose himself.

"Do you think it's really necessary? It's just so damned hot." Jessica looked at Jimmy. "Look, Jimmy, Do I have to hood you? I really don't want to."

This might be his last opportunity to see the world, Jimmy thought. "No, I'll behave," he said and then corrected himself. "No, Ma'am, I'll behave. Really, ma'am, I really want to see something."

"Okay," Jessica said. Marissa climbed down and wished her a fun weekend. Jessica was driving into the city - and not too far from Jimmy's ultimate destination. She had offered to drive him on her way. She checked her imaginary checklist once more, then turned the ignition, put the 4x4 in gear, and backed out of the parking place. Clear of the neighboring cars, she turned around again. "You all, right, Jimmy?" she asked. Jimmy sat naked beside her. His wrists were chained behind his back. His ankles were chained closely together and he was strapped helplessly into place by his seat belt and shoulder harness.

"Okay, Jimmy, here we go." Jessica warned, not waiting for an answer, and accelerated into traffic. "Are you okay?" She placed her right hand on his thigh. "My-oh-my," she sighed. "You're a nice one. What was it 198 pounds - 90 kilos. We did pretty well with you, big guy. I bet you'll dress our at more than 100 pounds and fill someone's freezer."

Jimmy fidgeted in his seat. He knew that Ms. Anders thought of him only as jack. The Bar X Ranch had marketed him as meat and now she was driving him to met his fate. He didn't like hearing about being slaughtered, gutted, skinned and butchered. As much as he knew why it was necessary and how society had come to this point, whole notion still kind of upset his stomach. He wondered how the soldiers in the old stories had felt about going off to war.

Jessica took her eyes off the other cars to look at him for a moment and then returned her attention to traffic. "Don't take it too hard. Come on and don't fuss! We've all got our roles in this world and you're a jack. And you're a good one. Don't mope now. I sure wish I could have bought you, but I'm living by myself right now and you're more than a freezer full."

When the car stopped at the only stoplight in town, Jessica turned to Jimmy. He looked distressed. "Can I help you somehow? Does you brand hurt you? Are you just sitting wrong?" "How do you sit with that thing?" She reached over and lifted his scrotum from between his sweat sticky thighs. "That any better?" she asked. "I don't know how you guys live with those things." The light changed and she started up again. "Don't you hurt yourself sitting on 'em? You've really got great criadillas -like hens eggs. Soak' em in water and lemon juice, butterfly 'em, and then bread 'em and fry 'em in butter. Little Jimmy there has a future too - parboiled, then sliced in 1/2 cm rings and sautéed with olive, oil, garlic and onions, then cooked with tomatoes, salt, pepper, and dashes of cinnamon and balsamic vinegar. Some just slice'em, bread 'em, and deep-fry 'em after they parboil 'em. Delicious with ranch dressing - but a bit chewy sometimes. There I go, making myself all hungry now talking to you like this."

Jimmy closed his eyes and wished that she would stop talking. Involuntarily, he trembled.

The car entered the interstate. "Is the air conditioning too cold for you?" she asked when she saw him shiver. "Do you have to go the bathroom? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

Jimmy said nothing and Jessica glanced at her watch. "I'm a half-hour late already. Let's try to get an hour in before we stop."

Jimmy looked out the window and saw the 4-lane super highway. He looked beyond the shoulders and over the frontage road where the buildings were gradually coming closer together. Jessica kept a good pace, but an occasional car whipped past them. Fewer cars were heading out toward the ranch and the city beyond. Jimmy wondered what it would be like to drive a car and go where he wanted. He saw a young woman on a motorcycle, her features hidden by leather jacket, helmet and visor. He knew that the person had to be a woman because males weren't allowed to drive cars or motorcycles. For once in his life, Jimmy envied her freedom.

Jessica pulled over into the Rest Area. She went straight to the drinking fountain and took a long, cold drink. Jimmy looked at the water longingly, but knew that he would not be allowed to use the fountain. He was glad enough to have an opportunity to stretch his legs at the rest area. The shackles allowed him only limited movement but any movement was welcome after the long car ride.

Jacks or males were usually transported in chattel trucks. Returning hunters might have a gutted jack lying in the back of a 4x4 or lashed to the roof of a sedan. A live jack on the hoof was something of a novelty at the rest area and attracted some interest. Among jacks, Jimmy was an excellent specimen and that added to the interest. Jimmy, for his part, naked and shackled, had no desire to be the center of attention. His perspiration had transferred the newsprint onto his bare naked ass.

Ms. Anders, ma'am," Jimmy began tentatively when the urge became irresistible.

Jessica, washing out an old styrofoam cup she had retrieved from the trash, turned and looked at him, water dribbling down her chin. "Here, I'll have some water for you in a minute - just let me rinse out this cup."

"Ma'am, I've really, I've really got to pee - really." Jimmy wasn't used to announcing his bodily functions.

Jessica had thought about this earlier but it had completely slipped her mind. She looked around for some sort of facility for males, but none was available. Neither really expected anything different. "Jimmy, go stand in on the pavement and do your business." Jimmy could wait no longer.

An older woman approached Jessica. "Excuse me, miss? Is that creature yours? He's pissing, right there in the street -where everyone can see!"

"I'm really sorry," Jessica apologized, "there weren't any other facilities."

"Goes to show, I tell you, they're just animals."

"I just hope he doesn't pee on himself." Jessica didn't want his pee in her truck.

A young mother desperately pursued her 4-year-old daughter who just had to see the jack. "That's a mighty fine jack," she said with honest admiration. "I bet he'll dress out at over a hundred pounds. Can my Megan - please - pet your jack? He looks pretty safe and she so loves living things. You should have seen at the petting zoo on Sunday, playing with the goats and the joeys. She's just four year old."

Jessica had a soft spot you little children and Megan was cute. Shackled, Jimmy was no threat. In fact, she doubted if he would hurt a child even if unshackled. "Okay. Jimmy! Jimmy, kneel!" She snapped her fingers sharply.

A growing number of people stopped to watch the cute, rambunctious girl. In the back were four Heaven's Angels in their black man-skin jackets and black man-skin pants. Curiously, outside of literary history, the word man was used commonly only in the expression 'man-skin.' The woman, who seconds the male at a hand fasting, was called the "Best Man."

Jimmy thought just a moment -more about how he would comply rather than whether he would comply - and knelt awkwardly. He was no image of grace. His wrists were secured behind his back and he had about a foot of chain between his ankles. He wondered if he would ever be able to stand again without aid.

"Okay, Megan, go pet the nice jack," said the woman. She unwrapped a small candy and handed it to Megan. "Here, give the jack a Meeces Pieces. Adult males were rare and usually kept far from children.

Jessica saw the candy and it looked mighty good. "You haven't got any more of those Meece's Pieces," she asked. Suddenly, she was as bit hungry herself.

Megan a thin 6-year old with curly brown hair in bib overalls, took the candy from her mother and approached the creature cautiously. She had a real fondness of all living things. This brawny, hirsute, bulky body with its mass and angular lines was so different from her mother's and her own smooth rounded forms that she didn't really recognize him as sharing membership in the same species. He smelled different too. Neither found she any clear reason to connect him with the joeys with whom she had played at the petting zoo. Their wormy-things were much different than his, which reminded her of the fat earthworms writhing on the ground after a rainstorm. She just hated worms. She made a face and turned to her mom, who in her little universe held absolute power over all things. "Can I touch his wormy thing?"

Her mother said nothing out loud, but nothing in her stern demeanor allowed Megan any opportunity to do any such thing. "Let's just leave the jack alone. He has to go somewhere. People are waiting for him. You don't want him to be late, do you?"

Megan swallowed her disappointment and recovered her pertness promptly. It was a winning strategy. "Now I remember, Mom. A jack uses his 'wormy-thing,' - his penis - to tinkle, right?" Megan asked with her knowing smile. She hoped to win her way back into her mother's good graces. She had a fair track record of success. "Is that what they 'rap' with too? The teacher said so in school!"

"It's all right, Megan. We needn't worry about this fellow 'raping' anyone. Jacks use their "wormy-things" - their penises - to tinkle. Their bags hold their testicles or city oysters. Those are delicious and expensive. They kind of taste like liver."

Megan wasn't impressed. She didn't much like liver.

"Well, when you're older, you'll learn about the other uses."

Megan was getting bored. She had too many things to learn when she was older. She'd rather play.

Soon Jessica was back on the highway with her charge, Jimmy.

The four Heaven's Angels roared along side of the car on their immense motorcycles.

Seeing Jimmy sitting naked on the seat beside her, one called out "Hey, lady, can we play with your jack too?

Jessica thought that she was liberal minded. She knew that many people who indulged. She had friends who belonged to Lady's Spas where they could get baths, massages, and more personal services. Some women, singly, in pairs, or in groups kept boy-toys. However, as someone who interacted with jacks daily, she could not imagine intimate relations with livestock.

At least once a summer, a riot of grrrls - that's what they call a bunch of hooligans - set upon a jack sleeping outside in the exercise yard. Most often, they would simply coax him away from the others with the promise of cold beer and hot pussy. Once away from the others, some would hold him down, while they took turns milking his cock and balls until he was erect. They played the game when Jessica was in school. Someone would try to capture him in her hungry sex and hold him for one minute without letting him spurt. Then the next would take her turn, and so on. The one riding him when he spurted or wilted was the loser. The one to ride him on the turn before he spurted was the winner.

More than one would take her pleasure by raping his face. Jacks were easily cowed into eating pussy and ass. Some said that no one sucks an anus like a jack. Often the games became rougher and the ranch hands would find the males in the morning, smelling of urine and stool, with their cocks rubbed raw, their ball sacs swollen to two and three times their normal size, and rectums torn and bleeding from merciless penetration with any of a variety of objects, natural and unnatural. People for the Ethical Treatment of Males or PET"M should look into this sort of abuse and leave the ranches alone.

It must be an acquired taste, Jessica concluded. Size mattered, or at least girth. Even the clumsiest girl could use a cock better than any male.

Meredith entered the store with her younger daughter, Mallory and Mallory's friends, Hannah and Ashley. They saw the gleaming tall stainless steel commercial refrigerators with lined either side of the store's interior. On one wall, one might find the prime beef, lamb, pork, and poultry. Laura's only sold the best. On the other wall, one found jacques, larger cuts, such as rounds, rumps, saddles, racks, shoulders, tenderloins, and barons and smaller cuts, such as roasts, steaks, back ribs, stew meat, hommeburger, and soup bones. Hams and pickled tongues were there too, along with livers, kidneys, and animuelles or "city oysters."

Meredith greeted her acquaintances. Emily Norton and Sarah Ponsonby stood at checkout with an entire tenderloin. Catherine Le Grand stood behind a shopping cart that contained a large package all wrapped up in white butcher paper.

Hannah and Ashley were quite excited. One found jacques served at the most exclusive restaurants in all the great cities. At Frere Jacques and Les Guerillieres, and in great cities across the world, an elegantly dressed avant garde elite impress their more conventional friends and discuss the proper selection of wine to accompany an appetizer or entree featuring jacques. A red Bordeaux is still preferred by those who know when a well-manicured hand gracefully impales a lean sliver of fillet of jacques on the prongs of a finely made sterling silver fork and neatly maneuvers it between brilliantly colored lips, past gleaming white teeth, and into the moist embrace of a delicate tongue. At home, any cabernet will do at special times with a beautifully presented saddle or haunch of jacques. On more ordinary evenings a zinfandel goes well with jacques stew. On college campuses, apple ale is more in order after the rally, when a trussed jack is boiled until tender, seared quickly on a spit over an aromatic mesquite fire, and then drenched in whatever barbecue sauce comes to hand just before serving. At home, soda goes well with sliced homme and cheese on rye, jacqueburgers, and sausages.

Mallory liked visiting Laura's market. At Laura's Market, one always might find five or six male carcasses waiting to be sold, each hanging by one heel from a stainless steel hook in the store's back cooler. Male or previously male, the hands and genitals were usually absent. The hands were only good for soups or stews but the testicles or city oysters were highly sought after and very expensive. The sights were intriguing too. Depending on the angle, one might look into an empty, gutted, body cavity and see the pale ivory of the spinal bones gleaming against the dark red tenderloins. It was all rather fascinating. The heads were often left on in the event they might be sold for roasting whole. Their eyes had always struck her. Their lifeless, staring eyes seemed to follow the shoppers around the store as they inspected the meat displayed for purchase, pinching a flank here and a rump there, checking for tenderness and fat content. Empty eyes looked out, as if guessing which of their fellows would end up on the butcher block sawed in halves and quarters and then cut into retail cuts, and which would be sold whole. "Whoa, girl, enough of this! These motherless jacks are raised for their meat. We kept them alive and feed for only one purpose, to end up as meat on somebody's dinner table. You're letting your fertile imagination and female sentimentality lead you way, way out of line," laughed Mallory at her own childishness.

The signed proclaimed Beth as manager for the day at Laura's Market. Mallory's mom knew Beth from their old high school days. In fact, Beth's daughter, Lindsay was invited to Mallory's Sweet Sixteen Party too. Beth was a petite brunette with beautiful long hair and sparkling blue eyes, certainly attractive but almost but not quite beautiful. She managed Laura's Market and was well respected for her work. She supplied several restaurants like Frere Jacques and Les Guerrilleres as well as many retail customers.

Against the back wall hung three freshly slaughtered jacks, likely slaughtered that very morning, hanging head down by their heels. Their skins were bright scarlet from their scalding in boiling salted water that eased the hair removal process. Carcasses were usually aged for several days before butchering, if they were not to be consumed within hours of slaughter, so that rigor mortis might pass and the meat to stretch on the bone. These would be ready for the weekend. One half of a fourth carcass hung beside the three, already flayed. It had been cut along the spine and the leg, rump, loin, rack, and shoulder were likely trimmed into retail cuts and displayed in the coolers already.

Mallory winced when she thought about the stainless steel meat hooks that pierced their heels but soon quelled her schoolgirl silliness and reassured herself that the jacks were well beyond pain. One carcass rotated slowly on his turnbuckle and caught Jessica's attention. A small pan had been placed beneath him to catch any fluids or blood that might still drain from the long slit that opened him from neck to groin. His arms were truncated at the wrist. His hands had been removed as well as his male parts. Mallory glanced into his upside down face while her mother talked with Beth. He looked nothing other than surprised! His lifeless eyes were open wide, staring vacantly at nothing at all. His beefy red tongue lolled out one side of his mouth.

Just then, Beth came into the store from the back where she had been tending to the "live" storage pens. Jacks, like Jimmy, were delivered several days before slaughter to allow them to recover from the rigors of transport. They were restricted to a liquid diet to purge their bowels and ease processing. "Hey, Meredith! How's the family? I was expecting you yesterday. I've got some really nice jacks for Mallory's party. Hey, Mallory! Congratulations!"

"Hey, Beth. I'm a day behind as usual," said Meredith to her old friend. "We're looking for a jack for a jack roast. I know that we've come to the right place, of course."

"Well, go right the shed in back. You've been there before. See if there anything you like. I'll meet you in two minutes." Beth went to answer a customer's question.

Meredith, Mallory, Hannah, and Ashley went out back to the shed.

Talking and laughing, the women entered the shed. The live storage shed was a metal-sided building about 30 X 20 feet. The "long" wall had large, sturdily gated pens approximately 6X5 feet. All were lined with fresh straw and had a squatter toilet. In one corner of each cell was a small platform used as a sleeping area. Five of the pens were occupied. Despite Mallory's fear, the room did not have an unpleasant odor, except perhaps a faint sour smell. Laura's Market liked to keep the jacks at least partially drunk with beer. The temperature was comfortably cool even though the jacks were naked. They bore wrist and ankle restraints. Their facial and head hair had been clipped neatly. Shaving a squirming living jack would be quite a challenge and it was much more efficient to depilate them in the scalding tank once they had been slaughtered.

As soon as the women entered the room, the jacks slunk to the back walls of their cages as far as possible from the visitors. Their chains rattled as they moved. They avoided looking directly at the women, staring at the straw instead as if something extraordinarily interesting was going on, hoping desperately to avoid notice.

Neither Hannah nor Ashley hunted or had any ranch experience. Neither had ever found herself face to face with the fundamental implications of her culinary choices. Both enjoyed jacques, the flesh of males or jacks, and had no problem with the purchase neat and tidy packages of cellophane-wrapped butcher meat. Now they found themselves face to face with the unpleasant realities of slaughter and processing. Mallory and her mother groaned audibly when Hannah and Ashley pronounced the jacks cute.

Beth soon joined them. She smiled. "If you think our jacks are cute, wait until you see our joeys."

"You really have joeys. I want to see the joeys!" Ashley gushed.

"Me too," said Hannah

"All in good time," answered Beth.

Meredith, having further chores that day, had already begun picking out her jack. Singling out the meatiest jack, she walked closer to his cage. "What have we here? Well, you're a fine fellow. What's your name?"

The jack studiously ignored her and her question and continued to stare determinedly at the floor of the cage. Perhaps, she was talking to someone else. Perhaps, she would just go away.

"Do you know what his name is? He seems really shy. I asked him, but he just won't talk to me. Maybe his mother told him never to talk to strangers, " said Meredith with a wry smile, pleased with her wit.

"All our jacks are family reared and they all have names." Beth checked her clipboard. "Here it is: Jimmy! Aw come on now, Jimmy! Meredith is a very nice lady. This is her daughter, Mallory and her nice friends, Hannah and Ashley. Mallory is having a birthday. Don't you want to say 'hello,'" cooed Beth?

Jimmy just squirmed back tighter into the cage's corner. He had never thought that this day might come. He had grown-up with his mother and sister. Like other young males, he had looked forward to the challenge of the Hunt. However, his sister's test scores were a few point too low for the scholarship and her damned letter from that stupid band teacher just a few degrees too lukewarm. His mother had cried, but she had signed him over for the bonus.

Whitney, his girl friend, had had to have already known. His mother had likely told her so that she might prepare herself. However, no one had thought to tell him.

Whitney had let him stay over that last night at her apartment. Not only did she fuck him, with double rubbers, as always. But she gave her roommates turns too. He had been thoroughly exhausted when the Gender Police had taken him there in the morning. At least, Whitney had cried and he appreciated that.

"Let me get him out so that you can have a better look," offered Beth. This one's been really jumpy. I bet you can't get near him without him scooting away. Why don't you guys stand over there and give me some room. " Beth grabbed the taser from the wall and opened the cage. "Okay, big guy, come on out of there. You have visitors!"

The jack hesitated a moment, as if unsure whether to cringe back into the cage or make some mad dash for freedom. He looked at the women. He looked Beth and at her taser and opened and closed his fists in his wrist restraints. Over the space of 10 minutes that morning, this woman had come into room with a couple of helpers. Using a noose on the end of a capture pole with some skill, she had snagged Zach, Billie, and Adam in quick succession. Using the leverage of the pole and with the others help, each jack had been wrestled to the floor and hog-tied. Each had been lifted into a waiting wheelbarrow despite his screams and utmost resistance and wheeled from the room, never to be seen again. Jimmy guessed their fate and knew his also. In the end, he chose to comply. The women did not have that damned noose and pole - this time.

The other jacks turned away, indifferent or uninterested in the fate of their fellow, simply glad that it wasn't them this time. Jimmy wished very much that he were they.

The jack stood motionless in the middle of the room. Meredith looked him over with a practiced eye. She had had some experience evaluating jacques on the hoof, so to speak, on her mother's ranch. "Do you know how much he weighs, Beth?"

"My best guess is about 190-200 pounds on foot. Dressed out, that would be about ninety to one hundred pounds with forty of that being prime cuts."

"He looks kind of big. I always worry whether or not they'll fit in our fire pit," said Meredith, scrutinizing his overall body length. At the word, "fire," Jimmy visibly blanched and let out a small whimper. The women ignored him.

"Lots of good eating. He's really about the same size as your jack for your other daughter's party - Madison. Trussed, he ought to fit just fine," answered Beth.

Meredith walked around him, hand on her chin and deep in thought. She wished that she had worn older clothes. She laid her hand on his backside gently as much to calm him as to gauge the quality of the meat. He trembled. Speaking softly, she said, "There, there, big guy. See, no one is going to hurt you." Continuing her gentle mode of speaking and soft touch, she felt his loins and rump. "Hmm, some sub-Q fat, yet firm," she judged as she pushed her fingers into the flesh, past the outer layer of fat and into the muscle. She continued inspecting his loins and shoulders. "Mallory, would you like to check his arms for me?" asked Meredith. Meredith wanted Madison and Mallory to learn the civilized art of selecting quality meat for their dinner table one day and not just depend on the market's selection.

Hesitantly, Mallory reached her small hand out to the jack's muscular arm. His sudden movement caused her to yelp and yank her hand back. Ashley laughed. Hannah was suddenly glad that no one had asked her to do anything.

"Go on, girl, its okay. He can't hurt you. See his arms are held by the cuffs," said Meredith, whispering to limit Mallory's embarrassment. "He can't hurt you! It's perfectly safe."

Cautiously, Mallory tried again. She touched the jack's biceps. Moving her hand slowly down is arm she squeezed the muscle, imitating her mother's hand movements.

"Well what do you think, Mallory?" queried Meredith with a twinkle in her eye as she winked at Hannah and Ashley.

"Well, his arm is really heavy - muscle not fat. Do you think he'll make an awfully tough roast. He's really cute though," offered Mallory, somehow worried for an instant that she might hurt the jack's feelings. Then she laughed aloud at her own inanity.

"Of course, girl, his arms are tough, silly. Remember, Beth talked about prime cuts and stew meat. We make all kinds of things with the tougher meat left over from the arms and lower legs. Stews, soups, and hommeburger meat are just some of the dishes. When we're through with him there's won't be much left except bones for the dog," smiled Meredith, pleased with her lesson.

The jack's eyes showed that he knew exactly what they were talking about. He struggled in his bonds hopelessly and the women simply ignored his movements now. He knew the probing, touching, and squeezing was simply to assess his meat quality and offered no hope of salvation. He searched Meredith's eyes for a sign if she were pleased or would look still at others. He prayed that she was somehow not satisfied. He looked carefully at Ashley, who was circling the room looking at the other jacks, at Hannah, and at Mallory.

Ashley took a feel of his broad shoulders and the long muscles of his back. Mallory assessed the heft of his buttock and the size of his balls in his plump scrotum. With all of this stimulation and female attention, Nature exerted her sovereignty. His cock stood to attention despite its erstwhile owner's best efforts to restrain himself.

Mallory was amazed. She stepped back to take it all in and her eyes grew as saucer wide as saucers. "Mom, look at his male-thing! It's standing up. Is he going to try to rape us?" She looked to the others for protection.

"Just look at that Beth!" exclaimed Meredith. "It's disgusting."

Beth was chagrinned. "I'm so sorry, Meredith. You're quite safe, Mallory. They're really just animals." Hannah was doubled over with laughter. Beth looked at Mallory with sincere concern and reached into the pocket of her apron.

Mallory's fear was giving way to curiosity and other feelings.

"We have had so many shipments in the last few days that we must have forgotten to band him." Usually hey arrive banded. She retrieved a stout wire and a pair of pliers. She threw Jimmy a fierce look. "You move, bucko, and you're dog food tonight.

Beth took his stiff cock in her left hand and with her right looped a wire circle over its head. Jimmy's manhood wilted at her touch, but he still screamed when she tightened the band with her pliers. He screamed but he did not move.

Ashley winced at the sound. "Did she hurt him?"

"No, no," Heather reassured her. "Jacks just like to make loud noises. They don't feel pain like people. Isn't that what they tell us in school?

Ashley nodded her head. It sure sounded like pain, but that was precisely what her teacher had told her. Males did not feel pain like people. They may share some of the physiological responses, but didn't really feel pain in an affective sense. She felt a bit better, still the sound sure sounded like pain. Only this crazy Professor Johnson insisted that males felt pain. No one believed her and she had greasy hair, anyway.

Jimmy's cock quickly shrunk to its flaccid state. "There." Beth said after she tightened the band a twist more. "We can all feel a bit better already. It was just an oversight. I hope that he didn't upset you too much."

Certain of her daughter's resilience, if nothing else, Meredith shook her head, "Seeing an erection can be unsettling - especially your first, but we will be fine - I'm sure. How many pounds did you say he was?" Jimmy whimpered aloud and felt faint. His irons rattled. The women ignored him, now concerned about other matters.

"One-ninety. I'll tell you what; we can put him down here, dress him, and have him all ready for you bright and early on the morning of your affair. All you'll have to do is spit him and roast him. What do you think?" proposed Beth, feeling confident that a sale was near.

"You know," said Meredith. "We have a family tradition to put down our jack and dress him ourselves."

"I forgot." confessed Beth. "Most people now prefer to let us do the work."

"Done! Let's go see the joeys," Meredith offered. We'll pick up our jack next week."

A dozen naked joeys played noisily in a fenced enclosure in the sun and fresh air. Several knots of women stood around the enclosure talking and pointing to this joey or that. Unlike the larger and more dangerous jacks, the joeys were not restrained. The nice people at Laura's had provided a slide, swing set, and wading pool. Under a large market umbrella, a drinking fountain bubbled, providing a source of drinking water and a place in the shade. The joeys swung, slid, and splashed exuberantly. They were less hairy than the jacks and their male parts were tiny and cute. Numbers were painted on their chests and back to aid identification. Several strands of barbwire topped the six-foot chain link fence that surrounded the enclosure. Soon Hannah. Ashley and even Mallory were "oohing" and "aahing" too. Beth smiled too, to see the joeys so carefree and at play.

"You mean that you actually kill these little joeys here and butcher their adorable little bodies?" Hannah asked Beth bluntly, already fearing the answer. She hoped that Beth wouldn't think that she was impolite.

Beth shrugged. "We are a meat market, Hannah - not a petting zoo," she said kindly. "We only employ the most humane methods and we are PET'M approved - People for the Ethical Treatment of Males. Don't tell me. Are you guys jack huggers?" Many sincere educated young women flirted with radical causes in their formative years.

"Get off it, Hannah!" rebuked Mallory, not wanting to be associated at all with any such extreme politics. "I know that you love to eat garcon as much as I do. Where do you think we get those delicious rib chops that you enjoy so much?"

"When I can afford garçon," sighed Hannah, "or when someone takes me out to dinner. Garçon is so expensive - so delicious and so very low in calories. I've heard that's why it was illegal for so long."

"Really, Beth. We're not jack-huggers," answered Meredith, "just a bit sentimental and soft-headed. You should see all the man-skin hanging in Mallory's closets. She does own a "Save the Males" T-shirt, though. They're really charming."

Time passed quickly. Jimmy was taken off solid food two days he was due at due Meredith and Mallory's house. Madison and Emily picked him up the day before the party. Meredith attended to other chores for the party. Shackled and hooded, Jimmy saw nothing on this last trip.

The ride was short. Giggling and joking, the women led him stumbling from the pick-up to the house. There, Madison removed his hood. "Let's let the poor jack see where he's going."

Jimmy looked around desperately. This might be his last look at the world. The blue sky, the stately trees, and the densely green, manicured lawn. He stumbled up the walk, almost falling once. He was caught by a woman or girl the others called Madison. Inside, the house was spacious and furnished tastefully. He was immediately ushered into a well-appointed "playroom," featuring a Jacuzzi, an exercise mat, and a king-size bed.

One of the women - Emily - grabbed his cock and dragged him to a lavatory featuring a commode, vanity, and shower. She unfastened the band just below the glans of his penis. Then she cautioned him to behave, then knelt and unlocked his ankle shackles. Jimmy's wrists were still secured behind his back. She turned on the water. Playfully, she pushed him into the shower, ripped off her own clothes and followed.

Emily, now wearing a slightly disheveled terry cloth bathrobe, conducted Jimmy, now thoroughly clean from the stink of the pen and flushed from the warm water. "Isn't he beautiful?"

Mallory was impressed.

"He's all for you," Madison teased.

Mallory was unsure what to do next. She looked up into his face and his frightened eyes softened. He stood a full head tall than she. She placed her hand softly on his stubbly cheek and he trembled. Emboldened, she grabbed his ear and pulled his face towards hers. She pressed her lips against his. With a hand on his muscular buttock, she pulled him towards her. He didn't resist. She pressed her soft breasts against his brawny chest. He felt their softness through the thin material of her tee shirt. His mouth opened slightly and she forced her tongue into his mouth. He tried to pull away but she held his ear and would not let him go. She hand slid around his thigh and cupped his fat ball sac. She closed her eyes and searched for that feeling, that special tingle that her sister described so longingly. Suddenly, his cock jumped to attention and poked her stiffly in the belly. She yelped and looked down, annoyed by the unanticipated distraction. She had to admit that the transformation was startling.

"Hey, hold on!" her sister admonished. "You're only sixteen. Slow down! You're too young for this stuff. Sweet Sixteen, remember?"

Mallory was disappointed but she knew that her sister was right. Regretfully, she left the jack - Jimmy was his name - in the playroom with Madison and Emily. She would certainly see him again later. As she left, Madison and Emily dragged him over to the king sized bed.

Jimmy lay prone on the stainless steel counter. His ankles were shackled together and his wrists were cuffed securely behind his back. Strong hands slid his naked, wet form down the counter until he looked down into the basin of a stainless steel sink. He could smell the sickly sweet aroma of blood. He saw old strands of clotted blood caught in the stainless steel drain. Frantically, he lifted his head and chest up from the counter. He turned madly to the left and to the right and screamed against the duct tape that covered his mouth.

"Whoa, boy!" Madison chided, wrapping his ponytail tightly around her fist. She leaned her weight on her left elbow and pulled back on his hair, baring his throat. Jimmy kicked out desperately. His feet sought something to push against so that he might somehow break loose. He twisted and turned but he could get no leverage. Mallory held his legs. Emily steadied his shoulders while Madison drew the blade across his throat. Wet, he was a slippery one and she wasn't about to let him break free. The heavy bladed Janie knife left a thin red line on his pale skin. Blood welled up quickly through the incision and a trickle quickly became a cascade as it flowed into the waiting sink. His struggles quickly subsided.

Mallory stared at the alien male form lying pale and naked on the stainless steel table. His bulky muscularity and exuberant hirsutism blatantly betrayed his undeniable link to the bestial. In frustration, she flicked his flaccid penis that lolled over his thigh in frustration. Then she placed her hand on his cooling belly and gave herself a moment to control her disappointment. Finally reconciled, she grabbed a tie and secured his penis so that he wouldn't pee on himself or her. Then she rolled him onto his belly. She spread his muscular buttocks and using a narrow bladed knife, she cut a circle around his rectum, and then neatly tied off his bowels. She put her narrow bladed boning knife down on the table, and then rolled him onto his back again. He looked so peaceful. She lifted the razor sharp Janie knife from table. Pulling on his short pubic hairs, she then tented the skin over his pubic bone. Her mother said that if she knew how to dress a jack, she could always be sure to be invited to the jack roast. She was Sweet Sixteen, old enough for chores but not yet old enough for sex.