Ranger Amanda Rogers looked at her clipboard and frowned. She added up the latest counts from the checkpoints and then tallied them up again. The afternoon was growing late on this, the third day of the Hunt and the harvest was well behind schedule. She looked up from her figures and nodded to Kim Dunsworth. They would have to go out in the Hummer again this year. Maybe next year, the government would finally add a gun season.

Just then, Stephanie Rogers, Amanda's twelve year old niece, returned breathless. Her eyes were wide with excitement. Although Stephanie, her mother, Michelle, and Aunty-Manty, as she called her Aunt Amanda from the first days that she could say her name, often picnicked and hiked at Red Lake Reservoir, this was her first visit on a Hunt Day. In the late summer and early fall, the place was closed to casual hikers, picnickers, and campers. It came alive with activity as one three-day hunt session followed weekly upon the previous. The staging area saw the hunters return to register their kills and swap their tales. Stephanie got to see the hunters, their equipment, and the jacks that they had taken right up close. She opened her mouth to speak. No sound emerged as a crush of observations and impressions literally stopped traffic as they raced to be first out of her mouth. She looked like she would explode with excitement. Amanda had a job for Stephanie. Stephanie had really wanted to go out in the field, and this was her chance.

Stephanie eagerly collected every pizza box available at the site and the remnants of every half-eaten pizza. Even the PET'M table had lent her their empty boxes and uneaten crusts although it was doubtful that the People for the Ethical Treatment of Males would approve of her unspoken purpose. She piled them in the back of the Hummer. She had heard Aunty -Manty's tales, but now she would see for herself.

Kimmie was the best caller among the Rangers on duty. She readied herself carefully. She took off her shoes and socks and rolled up her shorts to mid thigh. Despite the sunny weather and the almost cloudless sky, she wrapped herself in her long rain slicker, ready to work. Then, she took her position in the back of the Hummer.

Noisily, the vehicle pushed a couple of hundred yards into the bush along the most rudimentary of trails, then stopped. Kimmie stood up on the back seat in the midst of a pile of pizza boxes and lifted the microphone to her lips. "I've got pizza!" she called out with remarkably good sound quality. "And I'm naked! She waited a few seconds. "Anyone out there interested?" She flashed the slicker open, stuck out a bare leg, pulled it quickly back, and promptly wrapped herself tightly shut again - all in an instant . They all waited for a response. Finding none, Amanda put the Hummer in gear and moved a ways up the dirt trail."

On every the fifth or sixth stop, Kimmie called out and - believe it or not - a jack answered, "Are you really naked?" a male voice called from hiding. Most often a voice was all that they elicited

"Come and see - baby!" Kimmie grinned and answered. "You aren't afraid of the real thing - are you?" Her seductive voice completely concealed her real excitement.

"Cheese pizza or pepperoni?" The voice now had a form, as a naked male or jack emerged from hiding. Stephanie covered her face with her hand to keep from laughing and almost choked. The purpose of the hunt was to limit male numbers, which in turn prevented male inspired violence, crime, and war. Culling the male population assured that only the best survived to father the next generation . Every male, with a few exceptions, had to endure a three day Hunt each of three summers following his eighteenth birthday. About one in ten survived all three times and was awarded nearly full rights of citizenship.

Kimmie looked down and looked over the boxes thoughtfully. "Plenty of both, I think," she said brightly. " What's your pleasure!"

The befuddled creature approached, grinning ear to ear. His three nights and three days were almost over and he was bored, horny, and hungry - hungry in the way that only a young male could be despite the availability generous quantities of nutritionally adequate rations. The sex drive in young males was unrelenting too. He had meticulously avoided hunters all day and was more than ready to relax and claim his reward. No weapons were visible and these women posed no apparent threat. The opportunity to satisfy both his appetites at once was irresistible.

Amanda kept both hands on the steering wheel where he could see them. Stephanie saw him and waved. His hirsute, male frame looked completely alien to the young girl. The jack waved back, happy as a clam. The presence of the young girl - obviously too young to be hunting - added one more touch to a total picture that fully reassured him.

He stopped about 10 yards from the Hummer. "Pepperoni, I think. Okay, show me your stuff!"

Kimmie flashed him her shyest smile and hesitated modestly. In one fluid motion, she shrugged the slicker off her right shoulder, swung up her carbine and shot him in the head. Underneath, she wore her Ranger's grab. In the summer, Rangers wore shirts and shorts, leaving her shoeless and sockless legs bare. Underneath that, her underclothes and underneath those, she was truly as naked as the day she was born - just as she had promised - except perhaps for her belly button ring..

Amanda rolled the jack onto his back. She straddled and prepared to gut him. Stephanie watched her with interest. "I really can't believe it. He's our fourth one today and I still can't believe it."

"Kimmie's just too damned good!" Amanda responded as she tied off his penis so that he wouldn't lose his urine. Kimmie spread his legs widely, then lifted them up, bending him double at the waist. "Damn it!" Kimmie cursed, her rougher unaffected voice contrasted strikingly with her sweet, modulated calling voice. "I'm losing my touch." She pointed with her chin, her hands being fully occupied. "This's my worst shot today - a full two centimeters to the left and one 'cee em' below the center. That raincoat is just too awkward - too damned hot and uncomfortable."

Amanda shook her head. "The rain coat is traditional." Methodically, she cut a deep circle around the exposed anus, grabbed the bloody end, and tied off his bung.

"Aunty-Manty, do you think it's really lying?" Stephanie asked. "Our Girl Scout leader says that Girl Scouts tell the truth and lying is bad."

"What?" Amanda answered as she pulled the scrotum taut with her left hand and severed it cleanly with the knife in her right.

"Do you think that we're really lying when we trick the jacks like that?"

Amanda inverted the scrotal sac over her fist and scooped out the testicles which she deposited in one plastic bag, with the testicles of the other three jacks and deposited the sac in a second bag. "Lying is certainly bad, but what exactly is a lie, Stephanie?" she asked rhetorically

"A lie is saying something that isn't true." Stephanie answered.

Kimmie made a deep incision on either side of his neck to open the major blood vessels and bleed him out.

"That's what many people think." Amanda continued. She pulled on the pubic hairs and tented the skin. Carefully, she slipped her blade under the skin and extended her cut from the pubis up to the breastbone, leaving the muscles underneath untouched. "You know what I think." She inserted her blade above the breast bone and extended her incision through his neck and up to his chin. "A lie is saying something that you know isn't true when you say it."

"If you miss a question on the history test, you're just wrong and it's not a lie." Stephanie answered with growing understanding.

. "Right, Kimmie told the truth - the truth precisely. We have pizza and Kimmie is naked - naked under her clothes. It wasn't even a white lie."

"See!" Kimmie contributed pulling up her shirt and exposing her bare midriff. "I'm no liar - really!"

"Think about it" Amanda concluded.

"Well, Kimmie, what you said was true - at least the way that you meant it. But you knew that our poor friend here would hear something different - in fact - you said what you said what you said just because you hoped that the jack would look at it exactly the way that he did - the wrong way." Stephanie retorted with a bit of satisfaction.

Amanda sighed. Her niece was entering her teenage years and making that great and uncomfortable leap in moral sensitivity. "You know, there's something to what you say," Amanda admitted as she opened his belly, taking care to avoid puncturing his bowels. "You know though," she continued as she sawed through the beast bone on either side, "We've got a job - to keep down male numbers and protect our gene pool," Amanda threw the breastbone into the brush and reached up into the neck to secure the windpipe and esophagus. "This guy wouldn't have contributed much!"

Meanwhile, Kimmie cut a circle around the base of the penis. Amanda began to peel the organs from their attachments, starting in the neck. "Stephanie, We're simply not responsible for all the stupidity in the world. Next time, what if I say, 'I'm naked and I've got a six pack.'" Amanda pulled the penis up through the pelvis and succeeded in eviscerating the carcass in one piece, except for some scraps of diaphragm.

"I could use a six pack myself," Kimmie contributed. "This raincoat is hot and sticky."

Stephanie looked into the bag that held the four penises. "I wonder how these poor buggers walked around with these things and don't pinch them painfully between their legs or trip over them. Everyone laughed. The three were still laughing when they dumped the gutted carcass into the trunk with the other three.

Tyler watched to proceedings from hiding although he was unable to hear every word. Ryan - the name of the poor fellow from his school who now lay gutted in back of the Hummer was some sort of asshole. Ryan liked pizza and he swore that he could smell a funky pussy one point six kilometers away. He liked to say "Hey, bud," exuding confidence. Today - the third day - the hunt was almost over. Ryan could have survived. He just blew it.

Tyler - on the other hand - would survive. He had carefully avoided hunters all day. He had stayed close to one party of hunters but undetected, knowing that hunters usually stay spread out and avoid the ground just searched by others. Hiding and moving had a certain rhythm that had come more naturally to him than to others. Neither was he likely to lose everything in a fit of stupidity like Ryan. Tyler hid and stayed hidden and cautious until the final horn sounded - and then a bit longer. Only then, he allowed himself a moment's relaxation and began to consider the consequences of surviving his third and final hunt. Soon a third ring would join his two earrings and he would earn the rights of citizenship.

The horned sounded, ending the Hunt. Tyler staggered out of the woods and approached the staging area warily. All around him, hunters were preparing their kills for transport home, lashed to car roofs or dumped in the back of 4x4's. He knew that he might very well find friends and acquaintances among the dead and chose not to look too carefully.

Suddenly, a cheerful voice called out, "Congratulations!" Tyler looked up. First, he saw the immaculately cross training shoes. Then he saw the ragged jeans and then the PET'M sweatshirt surmounted by a pleasant smiling face crowned by a head of medium length brown hair. "My name is Alicia," she said and held out her hand.

By reflex, Tyler held out his right hand in response before he realized that he was naked. In the Hunt, males were naked and that was the way that things were done. However, now the Hunt was completed. He was still alive and he was still naked.

In the old days, a woman might be naked or near naked with little comment, except admiration of her palpable eroticism and sympathy for any assumed embarrassment. However, male nudity was totally unacceptable. Males could terrify otherwise healthy and mentally stable women into abject paralysis simply by threatening to expose their male apparatus. Now, nudity of either gender was seen as vulnerability. Male parts no longer elicited terror but rather accentuated male vulnerability and suggested erotic possibilities. Now the historical male costume - suit coat, pants, and tie - were seen as too threatening - on a male. Males, who wore suits, reminded people of the bad old days. Male dress varied between the complete coverage of the caftan and the near nudity of the thong. A few pushed the envelop with total nudity.

Alicia called to her friends who brought Tyler a blanket, a bottle of water, and a doughnut, then the set out to find a Ranger and register Tyler's success. Tyler wrapped himself in a blanket against the evening chill. Tyler saw a number of others, chicken jacks who had survived their first hunt and buckoos who had survived their second hunt. Each boasted a new ring, the chicken jacks one ring and the buckoos two rings. They waited for transport back to Camp Stanton for several days debriefing, then they would be free until next year. The Ranger directed Tyler to the first aid tent where a nurse congratulated him. She pierced his left ear and inserted his third ring.

She reminded him of his new obligation to open an account at the Sperm Bank and make bimonthly deposits in exchange for a 50% tax reduction.

Then Tyler saw his friend Zack lying on one of the cots. Zack was injured but he had survived too. He gave him the thumb-up sign. Zack looked too weak for any more boisterous display of relief but he was grinning from ear to ear.

The previous two years, Tyler had had to return to the hated Camp for debriefing. This year, he was a citizen and although he needed to stay in town, he could otherwise do as he wished. Alicia suggested that he crash at her place and go home in the morning, once all of the papers were signed and official.

He was tired. He had not had a good night's sleep in his two nights in the preserve. . Even a shower could wait until morning. Alicia drove him to her apartment and led him up to the apartment that she shared with her roommates, Nichole and Madison. She offered him a snack and when he refused, she showed him where he might sleep.

Her guest room was far superior to the pen that he shared with twenty others at Camp Stanton. Gratefully, he slipped into bed, a real bed and not simply a thin mat lying on the hard floor. The fold-out bed was luxurious and the linens, clean, fragrant with lilac, and cold against his bare skin. The toilet was conventional too, and not a squatter. Tyler closed his eyes even before Alicia flipped off the light.

Cold. Cold and dark. Cold, dark, and quiet. As quiet as the grave except for a steady background throbbing and a faint whisper of frigid air. Cold, dark, and quiet. Cold and dark. Cold.

A latched clicked. The sound of a door opening was followed by a glimmer of light and then by a rush of light suffusing the darkness. Cold. So cold as to freeze the moisture in your breath. Tyler hung by his ankles head down. He simply could not move. His arms hung limply, his finger tips just brushed the floor. He saw other shapes, vaguely defined at the edges of his peripheral vision.

Two figures entered his field of vision - clothed against his nakedness and their exposed skin pink against his deathly pallor. They spouted great clouds of moisture-laden air against his profound stillness. Brilliant white crystals emerged from the opalescent mist.

"This one?" one inquired. Her voice was distinguished only by its absolute ordinariness. A hand reached out and touched Tyler's flank. He longed desperately for her warm touch, but felt nothing.

"No, this one first," a similar voice answered. Tyler saw a third figure, hanging head down like himself - a male. A thin trickle of congealed blood made a red smear running from between his naked buttocks and down his back. Tyler saw only the back of his head; he could not see his face.

The first woman called for a heavy knife. First, she pulled up on the man's hair and extended the gash that opened his throat. With a strong sawing motion, she cut through the skin, muscles, and ligaments at the back of his neck. Then, she sheathed her knife and grabbed the head by the ears. With an unladylike grunt, she twisted hard. Tyler could hear the popping noise as the head came free and fell to the floor, ignored and discarded.

The arms were truncated at the elbow with a saw and then the arms were disarticulated at the shoulder with the wing bones attached. The carcass rotated. Now Tyler could see the bloody gash that marked the place where the genitals had been and the gaping wound that opened the hog-dressed carcass, neck to pelvis. The deep red flesh contrasted with the white bone and yellow-white solidified fat. The woman exchanged her knife for an electric saw and cut through the back of the pelvis and then along either side of the spine, halving the pelvis. The two halves separated, each hanging by its ankle and rotated on their chains.

The woman took a step back and bumped into Tyler, who twisted a bit. He could now see the discarded head resting on its crown and facing him. The face was clearly his friend Ryan's. The eyes stared blankly and the muscles of the face were drawn and unmoving. The mouth was open and the tongue lolled out. The lips did not move, but Tyler heard Ryan's swaggering voice call out his usual greeting, "Hey, bud! I'm really an asshole!"

Tyler awoke in shear panic. The meat locker disappeared. He was back in Alicia's guest room and he was not alone. He detected Alicia's perfume before he saw her standing beside him in the dim light.

"Are you all right?" she asked softly.

"Yeah - I guess so. I had this nightmare that I was dead and hanging in a god-damned meat locker."

"You're safe now." She shook head." I can't imagine how terrible it must be for you. I can't do much, but here, let me give you a back rub," Alicia offered. Tyler lay prone and relished her touch. Her undeniable, physical reality helped Tyler hold on to his here and now and dismiss his horrible dream. Her strong fingers kneaded the heavy muscles of his back and flanks methodically. His blanket slipped lower and lower until he was naked on the fold-out bed. Alicia rested a hand on his buttocks. Tension fled and was replaced by other stirrings. Tyler lifted himself on his elbow and half-turned to face Alicia.

Alicia took his face in her hands and kissed him - once and then again. Her tongue brushed his lips. "They say a boy's first fuck after the Hunt is his best. Something about life conquering death."

Tyler started to speak but Alicia put her finger to his lips. The time for speaking had passed.

Tyler trembled as he came and fell quickly into a deep sleep. The horror of his fantasies dissolved in Alicia's warmth, enthusiasm, and the enduring fragrance of her perfume.

Tyler awoke slowly in the dark. He stirred when moist lips brushed his neck. Weight shifted and the bed creaked its weary complaint. A female form straddled his chest and a rough bush slid up his chest. Knowing hands directed him unmistakably to where he might best use his mouth and tongue. He could see little beyond her thighs and sex. The perfume of her desire was intoxicating. Other hands manipulated his genitals. Once he was hard, his sex was sheathed and taken. When the women changed places, he finally saw that the two were Madison and Nichole - Alicia's roommates.

He had come again hard, when Alicia returned. "Anything left for me," she asked. She ran her finger along his thigh, then cupped his balls and stroked his cock with the side of her thumb. Nothing happened. "Nichole, be a dear and hand me the rubber box." Among the plastic wrapped condoms were a few foil wrapped suppositories. The prostaglandins surged through Tyler's system. He was rock hard and stayed rock hard until Alicia had taken her full measure of satisfaction from him. He could not orgasm himself again. He had thought that he had had enough for himself for a fair while, but he was left vaguely dissatisfied with an empty aching feeling.

Alicia put her robe and came out into the kitchen. Madison and Nichole were sitting at the table and drinking their coffee.

"Your boy's a lot of fun," Nichole smiled. "He's quite a good lay. I loved the sweaty taste of his skin."

"I just wish he were mine." Alicia answered. "You know what a male's contract costs - so few survive the damned Hunt. We couldn't buy one together."

"Our Health Club keeps a few boys. You have to schedule an encounter a full week in advance," Madison offered.

"That's why we should join PET'M too!" said Madison. "I'll take one of Alicia's enthusiastic amateurs over one of your surgically enhanced professionals, anytime.

Tyler had survived the Hunt. Now he would have to earn a living. Young women his age had been studying business, computers and engineering. He had learned how to hid in the woods. Sex work was always available for a male, but Tyler wanted something else for himself. Other skills were needed now.

Victoria chose Androphone's. Tyler wished that she had chosen someplace "less over the top" like Frere' Jacques or even Les Guerilleres. She could even have chose Demeter's Flower, the vegetarian restaurant. However, the boss was paying and Victoria was not about to miss an opportunity to eat at Androphone's on her birthday on someone else's expense account.

Tyler talked it over with Marissa at work. "If you're all that uncomfortable you simply needn't come," she counseled him. "I'll help you think of an excuse.

Tyler said that he wanted to be "one of the guys" and not demand special consideration. If he was to find acceptance, he could not demand the privilege to make rules for everyone else. Victoria had even invited him. Along with Haley, Marissa, and Chloe back to her condo after dinner

"Well," she said, "if you put it that way, you survived your three Hunts and you earned your citizenship. You're not a jack any more - you're a colleague. You've got to let go of the past - once and for all - and enter the larger world.

"Are you actually going to eat jacques?" he asked her.

"I never have, but I really don't know," she answered enigmatically. "I've never had the desire to spend that much money but I've never heard anyone who has tasted it say that it's anything but delicious. People say that Androphone's does it best."

The appetizing aroma of mesquite was already evident in the parking lot. Tyler swept into Androphone's with Chloe, his immediate supervisor at work. She had offered him a ride. At work, he was the one who usually retrieved the car from the garage and drove a woman to where ever she was going. Tyler didn't want to face valet parking at an expensive restaurant with his own personal wreck. He might have found a parking place blocks away, and walked, but chose rather to accept Chloe's offer. They walked through the foyer and its statue of Artemis the Huntress and walked by the cloakroom. Tyler peeked inside and saw fur coats of raccoon, coyote, and mink as well as the elegant patchwork of manskin coats. Chloe was stunning - as usual - in her tailored wool suit, but Tyler drew the stares of female diners. He stood a quarter meter taller and carried twice the bulk of his companion. He wore the standard dress caftan that was de rigeur male formal dress after the Revolution. Some tried to revive traditional male suit. However, a suit on a male was thought threatening and succeeded only in reminding people of the horrors of society before the Change. The ankle length, deep blue caftan was cleverly designed so that it might be unfastened with a single button over the left shoulder. What males wore under the caftan was the subject of raucous comment. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail was longer than that of any of the women,

Androphone's was constructed with three tiers of tables surrounding a central fire pit. The fire pit mounted two spits, each of which might accommodate either one or two jacks. Jacks might be roasting on one spit while the carcasses on the other were ready for carving. This night, a week night, about two thirds of the tables were occupied by sophisticated diners whose exquisite couture fully reflected the wealth and chic that brought them to dine at Androphone's in the first place.

The maître d' showed them to their table. Tyler could tell that his male presence made her nervous. Hell, this whole thing made him damned nervous and somehow he had to somehow find the strength and forbearance to cope. His eyes kept returning to the pitiful figure turning on the spit. The poor creature had been skinned and folded into a compact shape to promote even roasting. His lower legs had been somehow bent backwards at the knee, his feet resting on his thighs. Then, his inverted knees had been rolled up under his armpits and his arms brought around the outside. The spit pierced his hands, then his feet, and then passed between his buttocks to appear between the loose stitches that closed his abdomen to emerge ultimately from a widely gaping mouth. He had been boiled before roasting to remove excess fat and assure tenderness. In some places, his flesh had been carved away by the smiling chef in the tall white hat, exposing the gleaming white bones beneath. The scene reminded him of something out a painting by Bosch, but the smell of the aromatic wood and roasting meat was tantalizing in some bizarre way that to his immense mental discomfort, at least partially bypassed his conscious reservations.

Ms. Benoite, the COO, was already seated. Tyler owed her much for his job. With her were Ms. Gurinno, the CIO, Marissa, Victoria, and Haley from Informations Systems. Chloe and Tyler sat down. They returned the greetings and Chloe jumped right into the conversation.

Tyler was quiet. At first, he tried to listen to them talk. However, soon he found himself searching the faces of his coworkers rather than listening to their words. He looked once at the fire pit and then again. Then he examined the diners at the other tables for some hint of perception of what was occurring. Everything except the main ting was so ordinary. The stylishly coiffured heads of elegantly dressed ladies turned this way and that, as they ate and talked quietly with their companions - both jocularly and in earnest. Their well-manicured hands deftly carved thin slivers of meat - likely the roasted flesh of the half devoured being turning slowly on the spit. The slivers of meat were gracefully impaled on the sharp prongs of finely made sterling silver forks and neatly maneuvered between brilliantly colored lips, past gleaming white teeth, and into the moist embrace of a subtle tongues. No one seemed to share Tyler's horror. Tyler sipped his wine and brooded.

Ms. Emily Benjamin, the CFO, rushed in a few minutes later, breathless and behind schedule. She sat down and found the wine that Jodie Gurinno had ordered for her. Ms. Alexis Benoite, gently rapped her spoon on her wine glass and commanded everyone's attention. "Vicotria, happy birthday! I'm not one for long speeches, but I really want to thank you all for your work the last few months. Let's celebrate Victoria's birthday and our successful quarter. I can think of no better way to say thank you. Cheers!"

Everyone raised their glass and drank heartily. "What about pay raises?" Jodie Gurinno suggested with a twinkle in her eye. "Pay raises, Alexis. Thank them with pay raises!"

Everyone choked. Emily Benjamin actually spit her wine back into glass. Fortunately, Alexis was too happy to be provoked, even by her old friend. She just laughed. "I heard you the first time, Jodie. Pay raises a different day. Tonight, bon appetit!"

The server came top take their orders. She stared uncomfortably at Tyler and he stared right back, with equal discomfort. Meanwhile, a second steaming carcass was put over the coals to roast and attracted everyone's attention. The trussed carcass had been slowly simmered in water, vinegar, salt, and spices to remove excess fat and assure tenderness. Only then it was seared over the mesquite fire and basted with a tangy sauce. The poor creature had likely never been treated so lovingly in his entire life.

Alexis Benoite, obviously the chief, motioned for the others to order first. Chloe ordered the House Special, thin slices of jacques shaved from the carcass rotating on the spit and served with an assortment of fruit salsas and chutneys. Victoria ordered loin chops with the roasted potatoes and asparagus.

'I'll have the lobster," Marissa said.

"Lobster?" Victoria asked. "You come to Androphone's and order lobster? You might as well go to McDonalds' and order a chicken taco!"

"The jacques is so expensive and I'm not sure that I'll like it."

"Everyone likes it." Ms Benoite reassued her with her characteristic lack of equivocation. "And thank you so much for your concern about our corporate finances. Remember, I'm paying tonight and you don't have to worry about it."

"Some day we'll raise jacks from embryo's just like we do lobsters," Emily Benjamin contributed. "Then the prices will take a tumble!"

"Okay, I'm convinced." She threw Tyler an "I tried" look. "I'll take the house special too - or make that two."

Haley ordered chicken to the jeers of her table. "My aunt raises jacks on her ranch. I never eat jacques."

"You feel sorry for them?" Victoria asked skeptically.

"Leave her alone," Tyler interjected somewhere finding courage to speak. "At least someone here recognizes that males have at least the potential to be human beings."

Haley shook her head. "Not exactly, Tyler. Present company excluded - sorry Tyler - and I don't mean to spoil anyone's appetite. These jacks are really filthy creatures." She wrinkled up her face to show her disdain. "- left to their own. If you saw their idea of hygiene, you wouldn't put any part of the beast anywhere near your precious mouth. You kiss your children with those lips!"

Before Tyler could respond, Marissa joined the conversation. "Not too many opportunities to shower in a jack pen, are there, Haley?

"Come on, guys!" Emily Benjamin interjected. This meat comes from government inspected processing plants. You can eat what you like, but there's no threat to health.

Tyler ordered chicken too. No one questioned his choice. Jodie Gurinno ordered the House special. Emily Benjamin asked for the saddle of jacques with the port reduction sauce. Alexis Benoite ordered the fillet au poivre.

The women talked and watched the roughly cylindrical shapes turning slowly over the glowing embers. Tyler could not tear his eyes away from the tableaux before him. The chef, in her spotless white gloves and tall white hat, alternatively applied barbecue sauce liberally with appeared to be a good sized paint brush and extinguished any open flames that dared show themselves and threaten to scorch the roast with her handy squirt bottle. Every so often, a server would place a cart next to her and she would briefly exchange her brush and bottle for a knife and whetstone. Several brisk strokes on either side perfected the already razor sharp blade. Then she exchanged the whetstone for a long handled carving fork. Knife and long handled fork in hand, she inspected the roast and found a place where the flesh had been seared to exactly the right degree. She then shaved thin slices, leaving the less cooked meat underneath.

"You know," Victoria began. "Those poor jacks down there, try to chew through their spits. If you go down and look, you can see the teeth marks - without a doubt."

"No!" Tyler said, in horror.

"Those jacks are long dead, well beyond trying to bite anything." Marissa contributed.

"Go look!" Victoria responded with a smile. Chloe and Emma Benjamin stood up and went down to investigate.

Valerie and her companions entered the restaurant and strolled toward Tyler's table. Heads turned at their appearance. However, neither the stunning Valerie nor her equally striking friend, Ashley drew the overt stares from the otherwise genteel diners. Valerie had brought her boy Todd and he was the one who drew the stares. While males might always be found at Androphone's, either roasting on the dual spits or hanging patiently in the coolers waiting for their turn, male customers were rare. Tyler had drawn his share of stares. Todd attracted even more attention because he was stark naked or rather more naked than simply stark naked.

For a start, he had no clothing. All of his body hair had been removed and his skin was unmarked and as smooth as a baby's bottom. His ass was stylishly high and tight. He bore no adornment other than a short gold chain that lifted his penis and connected the small gold rings that pierced its glans and his navel. His hairless scrotal sac was baldly exposed and even the narrow scar from his vasectomy unmistakably evident. As he walked, his full testicles appeared and disappeared in rhythm with his gait.

Marissa enjoyed the spectacle. Her experienced eye looked him up and down and carefully examined his bare feet. Males frequently went barefoot to ameliorate the basic gender size dimorphism to whatever extent possible. Neatly pedicured feet were the hallmark of a well-run household. Here the boy was as carefully groomed as elsewhere.

Victoria grinned from ear to ear. Her glee increased when she saw Tyler's obvious embarrassment. Tyler just wanted to hide. He had gone with the others to the Stick and Bag and tolerated the good-natured nudity of the waiters easily. Tyler touched his ear and found reassurance in the presence of his three rings. Todd had no rings and likely obtained some sort of exemption from the Hunt.

"Hey, Tyler." Victoria said in a loud whisper. "You'd really need a lot of 'self-confidence' to display yourself like that!"

"It's not for me." Tyler responded, rising to the bait.

"Well, maybe you aren't just up to the standard. He's looks really fuckable, Val." Victoria offered.

"I told you, dear, he's really very good," she smiled

"Any free samples."

"Well, Ashley and I are looking forward to some hearty partying later. Would you like him to go down on you?"

"Well, dinner's almost here and I see Emma and Chloe coming back. I think that I'll take a pass -for now." Valarie excused herself and led her party to their table.

Chloe and Emily returned. "Victoria's right!" Chloe informed everyone. The wooden spits have bite marks."

"Yes," Emily Benjamin continued, "We asked and the chef laughed at our question. The poor, motherless jacks are long dead and beyond pain, but muscle spasms from the heat clench the jaw shut and mark the wood. So there!"

After a time, the server brought out a tray of appetizer. Each plate boasted a mound of mushroom risotto surmounted by two slivers of meat and garnished with a slice of lemon. She looked at Tyler curiously as she placed a plate before him. When everyone was served, she offered freshly ground pepper.

"Is this what I think it is?" Ms. Benoite asked Victoria, who had organized the evening.

"I don't exactly know what you're thinking," Victoria said to Ms. Benoite, all the while looking at Tyler. "It's criadillas, with mushroom risotto."

Tyler looked puzzled and probed the fragments of meat with his fork. "Criadillas?"

Victoria's smile gleamed all the brighter. "Criadillas - mountain oysters - testicles. A real delicacy.

Tyler felt his own testes climb back up their spermatic cords and seek refuge in his belly. He thought that he might be sick. He mumbled an apology and pushed himself away from the table and fled to the rest room. So few males, were loose on the street that a single unisex rest room sufficed.

Marissa didn't know what to say. Victoria was beaming in triumph. Ms. Benoite shook her head. "You just can't take him anywhere!" she said.

The women enjoyed their appetizers immensely. Emily Benjamin and Chloe divided what Tyler obviously did not want. Ms. Benoite and Victoria relieved Haley of the delicacy that she stubbornly refused.

Tyler didn't return. Marissa and Chloe went to go check on Tyler. Marissa brought his wine glass. Chloe found his stall in the rest room. Tyler crouched, bent over the commode. He had vomited and more than once.

Marissa called, "Are you okay, Tyler."

He grunted a reply. She put down the wine and went to find a glass of water.

Chloe grabbed the wine and reached into her purse to retrieve a small white pill. "Here, Tyler swallow this. You'll feel better. We really want you to come to Victoria's party." Tyler took the pill and chased it with the remainder of his wine. She helped him up and to a sofa in the outer parlor.

Marissa returned with the water. First, Tyler rinsed out his mouth and then he drank the rest gratefully. "I feel better, but I'm still a little woozy."

"I'll bring you some more water. Should I take you home?" asked Marissa.

Tyler saw the conflict on her face. "Just let me rest a bit and I can call a cab myself. Go enjoy your dinner." He shook his head. He just couldn't seem to gather his thoughts.

"If you can wait a bit, I can drive you," Chloe offered. "I'm not sure that you can make it from the cab to your apartment. We're all hoping that you can come to Victoria's afterwhile."

When the women finished their repast, Alexis Benoite, Emily Benjamin, and Jodie Gurinno. Haley took off for Victoria's. Marissa, Chloe, and Victoria found Tyler still sitting where they had left him.

"How're you doing, Tyler." Marissa asked. Tyler shook his head. "Do you think that you can make it to the party?"

"Here, take another pill and I'll drive us to Victoria's," Chloe offered.

"Just give me the directions, one more time," Marissa pleaded.

The loud music could be heard on the street and must be deafening inside. A well dressed young woman about Tyler's age open on the door, "Hi! I'm Cassie and this is this Victoria's party! You must be Tyler - and Chloe." She ushered them inside. "Well. Tyler, Victoria has told me all about you. You're sure cute enough." Cassie looked him over and offered her casual judgment. "Aren't you nervous or anything?" she asked. She actually blushed.

The party was rolling. Victoria was dancing with Caitlin and Haley was dancing with Kathy and Jennifer. No other male was present. The first margarita was large, cold, and delicious. Chloe wanted to dance, so Tyler finished his drink quickly, maybe too quickly, and put the glass down. He felt inebriated already.

The dancing was intense. Tyler danced in a sandwich between Kathy, a friend of Victoria, and Chloe. It was a slow dance, so that he should have had a chance to catch his breath but the drinks or something caught up with him and he became confused. He felt the heat of their bodies and Chloe's hands on his ass and thighs. The inner voice commanding him to push them away became more and more distant and feeble. He sensed their excitement. Something was wrong but he couldn't tell exactly what. The music and the excitement of the women were compelling. He just couldn't focus. Just when he was thirsty, someone was right there with a fresh drink. The first margarita had been delicious and so was the second.

Chloe undid the button and the caftan fell around him, leaving him wearing only a thong. Then Kathy slipped both hands between his thighs and cupped his genitals, he was only aware the urgent demands of his body. The sexual heat was rising. Chloe felt flush. She reached around and rubbed her hands over the coarse hair of his chest and tweaked his nipples. Her sex throbbed and she could feel moisture dribbling down her thighs.

Kathy kissed him hungrily. Chloe undid his thong and his sex leaped out. Kathy squeezed the glans of his engorged penis between her thumb and first finger. Chloe licked the sweat from his neck while slipping her hand under his buttocks and cupping his balls. The three moved to the music together. He was rock hard and woozy perhaps from the diversion of blood flow. Kathy kissed him deeply on the lips.

"Yuck, Kathy!" Haley shouted form across the room, and Kathy broke off the kiss. "Don't kiss him! Do you know where his mouth has been?"

"Shut up, Haley, I've seen you kissing your dog on the mouth," Kathy turned and retorted but did not kiss him again. Being naked in the presence of these stunning, clothed women should have taken some adjustment, but Tyler was aware only of his arousal and the growing arousal of those around him.

He lost any sense of time or place while he was passed along from woman to woman. Someone he didn't know snapped picture after picture. Each successive flash blinded him for what seemed like an increasing length of time. His balance became increasingly unsteady and finally Victoria, of all people, helped him to sit. "Come over here, honey, she cooed. "You've been great."

"I feel terrible," Tyler said, finally admitting to his condition. "Help me find my clothes, some clothes. I've got to lie down."

" Just take this,' she offered, holding up a little white pill and small glass. "It'll make things easier."

"No more alcohol," he protested, trying to identify the source of his increasing weakness and befuddlement.

"No more alcohol." Victoria smiled. "Swallow the pill and drink the ginger ale." She helped him to a bedroom and left him there alone, closing the door behind her. He took the pill and it did not make things any better.

Tyler lay prone on the bed. Through half open eyes, he saw Chloe came in with Kathy, Haley, and Cassie, who turned out to be Caitlin's sister. They did not have his clothes. "Let's get him ready." Kathy said. Together, Chloe and Haley lifted him unsteadily to his feet and Kathy laid a bath towel on the bed under him before he collapsed heavily back onto the bed. He lay prone again with his legs hanging over the edge. He tried to move but had little strength and less will. Chloe hopped onto the bed and straddled him, sitting on his shoulders and facing his legs. She hooked her legs under his arms and sat back on her haunches. Kathy handed her a beer.

Tyler could breath but he was immobilized. He could only kick his legs feebly.

"Staahap. Noooh," he mumbled, simply unable to make his mouth form intelligible words.

"What's he saying?" Cassie asked.

"I can't really tell." Haley answered.

Kathy found his raging erection. She girdled it with her hand. "Cassie, did you ever see a man come. Watch this." She spit on her hand and grabbed him again. Tyler tried to bring his legs together, but Kathy kicked them apart and worked him methodically. He hadn't the will or the strength to resist. Nothing had diminished his ability to respond. She warned Cassie when he was about to spurt. Cassie caught most of the ejaculate in her palm, then waited while Kathy milked the last few drops. The volume was substantial. Cassie sniffed her hand and showed it to Haley who made one of her characteristic faces.

"I want to try," Cassie offered.

Kathy laughed. "Give him a few moments to recover. Go find Victoria. Caitlin's getting her ready. You can play later. Has anyone seen Marissa?"

Victoria emerged from the bathroom with Caitlin. Everyone turned. She stood there all girlish in her white teddy, with an incongruous 14 inch dildo strapped into place and a pair of open Dos Equis in her hand. All gawked for an instant before laughter erupted.

"Don't look at me!" Victoria yelped. "Just don't look at me! I simply don't know how in the world I let you guys talk me into this."

"Just look at his ass, Victoria!" Kathy responded. "If you don't want him, I'll take him." Cassie tossed her a pair of latex gloves. He opened my mouth to say something and Kathy slapped his ass hard leaving the shape of her hand in red. "Anything we want, Tyler. Keep your mouth shut and spread those yummy cheeks and see if you can earn a tip." Kathy couldn't resist. Tyler's helplessness made him even more appealing. She just couldn't keep her hands off of his ass.

Victoria opened a lubricated condom with her teeth and sheathed the dildo with one practiced hand belying her apparent inebriation. It was one of her favorites. She aligned herself behind him unsteadily with one hand on his tail bone and beer bottles in her other hand The artificial phallus bobbed up and down. She looked confused. She just couldn't decide what to do with the beer. She looked around desperately. She simply couldn't reach a secure place to put it down safely without moving and she was determined to finish what she had started. She chugged the remaining one-half of one bottle but the other remained.

"You're supposed to use some kind of lubricant, I'm told." Cassie suggested, always helpful. Everyone stared back at her in wonder. "That's what I've heard! Be real!" she squealed in embarrassment. "I haven't done this myself, at least not too often, you know!"

Victoria smiled. She poured the second frosty beer over Tyler's warm ass and simply dropped the bottles, now empty and no longer at risk of spilling. He shuddered from the cold and started to move again. He stopped abruptly and froze when she grabbed his balls and squeezed. "Spread those legs a little, Tyler, honey. We're going for a ride." Tyler's brain screamed at him to get away, but his limbs would not move and Chloe sat, perched firmly on his back. He lay limp and unresisting.

Standing behind him at the side of the bed, Victoria readied herself keeping a firm grip on his balls. Flushed with drink and excitement, she probed his anus with her thumb first and then positioned the dildo. As much as she liked his ass, she had little appetite for fecal material and she was glad that he kept himself clean. Kathy had her hand on his back and one hand in her pants.

"Relax, Tyler," Victoria coed, suddenly sounding quite sober. "It'll only hurt for a minute. Right, that's what they always say! Relax, now. Relax. Relax." With the third 'relax' she moved strongly and penetrated his asshole with a single, fluid motion. He grunted in his stupor and rolled forward. Her grip on his balls limited how far he could move and he gave up and tried to hold still, hoping only that she would finish quickly.

That's a boy," Kathy cheered. Take it like a pro. I'll bet your asshole is no cherry. Ooh, baby! Take it all!"

He moaned and tried weakly to twist away with each of her first abortive thrusts, but Victoria kept her intimate grip and soon found her rhythm. His groans were replaced by the slap of flesh against flesh as he moved against her seemingly involuntarily and his ass seemed to devour the sheathed dildo. Victoria ground her way slowly and methodically to orgasm.

"You like it, don't you. Being fucked. Tyler, boy?" Victoria asked breathlessly, she herself grunting with each thrust. "You really do!"

"Sure he does," Kathy grinned wickedly. "Look at his body language. Just look at his wicked woody." Victoria was solidly in the saddle and Chloe slipped off his back to get a better look at the proceedings and to insure her place in line.

"I asked Tyler," Victoria repeated, increasingly flushed and breathless. "Tell me Tyler, you love it, or what? You love being fucked, Todd? Being fucked by me." She slapped his ass sharply.

He made some sort of noise but it was muffled by the pillow. He tried weakly to turn and push her away. No one even noticed his feeble resistance.

Victoria leaned forward and grabbed his ponytail in her hand without interrupting her rhythm. Stronger than she looked and enjoying considerable leverage, she pulled his head up and he reared like a stallion, throwing his arms forward to steady himself. Victoria held her position. "Say it! Say it, Tyler. I want some assent - right - ass' sent?"

He moaned unintelligibly once more. He tried weakly to unseat her with some writhing twisting movement.

The doorbell rang and Cassie went to answer it.

Victoria held tight with all her strength and kept her mount, the effort twisted the dildo against her sex and carried her to orgasm. She shuddered and came - hard, once and then again. She promptly withdrew the soiled dildo with a popping noise and let go of Tyler. "Thanks for the ride, Tyler, that was a big one!" she said breathlessly. "Thanks."

He groaned and collapsed. The dildo was soiled with fecal material and blood and blood trickled down the inside of his thigh.

"What a way to earn a living!" Kathy contributed cheerfully. "I'm next. Remember when I fucked that guy Tim at Michelle's party. He was lying on his back with his legs back over his shoulders. He sucked his own cock like a baby sucks her bottle while I did the dirty deed on his tight little butt."

She was next but she wasn't last. Chloe followed, then Caitlin and Haley.

When Cassie's turn came, she replaced the soiled condom and strapped on the tool. Then she put on her jeans again with the dildo protruding from the open fly. "Have I got this right?" she asked feeling quite ridiculous but determined to keep pace with her friends.

"Fucking a man is an acquired skill, Cassie, maybe you're just too young and inexperienced," Veronica suggested feigning sympathy. "Maybe you just want to hold his hand and listen to CD's!" She snorted and surprised even herself with her crude noise. Fucking a man in the ass is an acquired taste, like red wine and cigars, and required a bit of practice. Victoria's feminist therapist had told her that it was a skill worth pursuing and good for her boy too, if a little uncomfortable and painful at first.

"Just look at his bleeding hole. " She slipped the dildo between his bruised buttocks. "Talk about sloppy seconds. You guys sure trashed him. He looks like he having his period! I really don't want to kill him or anything." The dildo had hardly touched him but already it was soiled with blood and feces.

"Yuck," Kathy agreed. "Tell you what I'd do. Just fuck him in the mouth. One end's as good as the other. I wonder if he's some kind of mouth virgin?"

"I'll take a rain check on his ass, then!" Wrapping his pony-tail in her fist, Cassie held up his limp head. and positioned the soiled dildo against his closed mouth. When he smelled the feces and felt the pressure against his face, he somehow found yet some remaining strength to resist. Kathy waited impatiently to photograph the dildo sliding into his mouth, but he kept his jaw firmly closed. Haley and Caitlin came to help and his efforts proved futile. Haley just held his nose shut and despite his writhing she kept her grip. When Tyler opened his mouth to breath, Cassie jammed the dildo home. He gagged and twisted, finally pushing Haley away, but Cassie did not let go and she took him in her turn.

With difficulty, Kathy and Chloe dragged Tyler's limp form to the bathroom awkwardly and dumped him into the tub with some care to protect his head but without much ceremony. He was still breathing and he hadn't seemed to break a tooth, although he had bitten his tongue. First, he fell heavily and lay draped over the side with his much abused ass in the air. Caitlin enclosed three one-hundred dollar bills in a condom and slipped it past his bruised anus. She made a face. "What a way to earn a living!" Kathy and Chloe both laughed. Then they swung his legs over the side and he lay sprawled in the tub, snoring.

"Hey, let me use the bathroom," Haley pleaded. "I've really, got to pee."

"It's all yours," Kathy offered. "And his. What are you going to do about lover boy"

"Don't worry. Just clear out and I'll call you if he wakes up."

When he awoke, it was already light. Apparently, it had been light for some time. His mouth tasted like shit and his ass still burned. His memories of the previous night were a jumble. Details and specifics were elusive, his headache was overwhelming. He was almost too weak to move. The usually welcome smells of coffee, bacon and maple syrup only added to his nausea and abject misery.

"You look like you need a shower." Victoria suggested cheerfully. "Be my guest. I hope that there's some hot water left. Towels are right here and there's still breakfast if you want it."

A shower seemed like a good idea, Even though there wasn't much hot water, he clearly felt much better. He found the damned money and cursed the women's twisted sense of humor. He tried to reconstruct exactly what had happened the night before, but his recollections remained jumbled and confused. He grabbed a towel and dried himself Finding nothing else, he wrapped himself in the towel and strode into the kitchen where he found Victoria, Kathy, Amanda, and Cassie up and dressed and chatting.

"Hi! Tyler." Kathy called. "You were great!

"Yeh, Tyler," said Victoria with a smile, "Thanks for the ride."

"Good morning, Tyler." sighed Cassie theatrically, "You were just great. You were my first, you know, my love!" They all laughed.

Marissa sat in her robe on the easy chair while Tyler went into the kitchen for a snifter of brandy. He returned, glass in hand, as naked as the day that he was born. Marissa was so pleased that he had agreed to accompany her on her trip. She marveled at the otherness of his male body and its undeniable appeal. His sex rose invitingly as he handed her the brandy. She sipped the fiery liquor, and put the snifter down on the side table. She reached out to touch Tyler's erect penis and thrilled to feel it grow even harder and thicker in her hand.

Tyler kissed her and his mouth tingled at the taste of the liquor in her lips.

Marissa sighed and shifted her in her chair. She placed her hand on the back of Tyler's neck.

The slight pressure told Tyler just what she wanted. He knelt before her and nuzzled her bellybutton. Then he ran his tongue down the inside of her left thigh.

Marissa sighed in frustration. She spread her thighs and pressed him to her all the more urgently. The time for teasing was done.

Tyler looked up at her. "I love you." He said simply.

"I know," she responded and leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'll do anything that you want," he said

She guided his mouth to her sex. "Anything?" she repeated quietly to herself. She moistened in anticipation and she was not disappointed. His tongue touched her and she felt herself open to him like a flower opening to the sun. Waves of pleasure washed over her. She thought about the two girls traveling together who asked to use Tyler. She thought about the three women at the resort with their Mikey who asked about a swap or a - what would it be - a sixsome or something like that.

Tyler had been great at the party. He never talked about it at all, she wasn't sure just how much he remembered. Chloe and Victoria did talk. Haley called him her Butt-boy, affectionately for a change, but never to his face. After the party at Victoria's, Marissa had bought her own strap-on and dildo. They were packed away in her suitcase and perhaps this was the time. Fucking a man in the ass is an acquired taste - like cigars and red wine - and takes some degree of skill. Her feminist therapist urged her to give it a try - it would be good for Tyler too, she said. Practice makes perfect, they always say. Marissa herself had never felt do powerful as she did when she took Tyler that night at the party while her friends cheered her on.

Concentration became harder and harder. Marissa gave herself over to the pleasure of the moment.