Chapter 2: Between Jobs

I later go out to a bar to drink a few glasses of piss that night to celebrate. I have my serving money, Linda's serving money, and a bit extra for her meat. I could've gotten far more for my wife's meat elsewhere, but causing her such anguish was worth the difference. I'm feeling great.

The bar has two rooms, connected by some stairs. There are seats along the wall connecting them on both sides. This is where I decide to sit. The upper side has a hole in the wall for each seat to stick your cock through. I get sucked off once while drinking a couple glasses of piss. Instead of getting a refill, I decide to switch to the lower wall and see what comes through. I suck off a couple of guys. The second guy then starts pissing, so I hold up my empty glass for the free refill. I still get my face soaked though. I drink my refill and suck off one more anonymous cock before finally deciding to call it a night and leave.

It's pretty dark out now, and quiet. My car is about a block away. I can see a woman walking alone in the same direction. Having just enjoyed a bit of anonymous sex with the bar's gloryhole setup, I decide to give her a little surprise too. I quicken my pace to catch up with her. As I approach, I grab her forehead and whisper “Shhh... Don't look.” Her head stops trying to turn to face me and she lets out a restrained breath. I can start to smell her arousal already. Surprise anonymous sex is a rare thing and can be quite fun. I hold her chin forward with my left hand as I push my dry cock into her ass. I can feel her wince from the painful insertion. I reach my right hand around the other side to massage her right breast and play with her nipple. I can feel a bit of milk spilling from her as I play.

I move my left hand to the back of her head, where I grab her by the roots of her hair, and I push her over, onto her hands and knees, while increasing the force and rhythm of my thrusts. Finally, I cum, and I pull hard on her hair as I do. After a few squirts, I pull out, but I don't release her hair. I start pissing all over her and then I shit into my right hand. I reach around her head and smear it over her eyes. As I do, I let go of her hair, watching more than a few strands fall to the ground after such a tight pull, and I use my left hand to hold her eyes open as I smear my shit into them, keeping her blinded for a little while, so I can remain anonymous to her as I turn the corner and continue walking to my car. As I turn the corner, I hear the girl shout, “Thank you!”

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The time has come to start thinking about what to do for a living. I really like killing, but being a butcher is just not interesting enough. The killing is always the same. It's routine and almost mechanical. I remember a school trip we had once to a zoo preserve, where they try to breed endangered animals, like birds, frogs, deer, jellyfish, pigs, and so on. We saw a live feeding. The animal looked like a giant orange kitten with black circles drawn all over its fur. The way it cornered the girl that was pushed into its enclosure, it seemed almost like it was trying to play with her, like she was a big laser pointer dot. Finally, the cat pinned the girl down, grabbed her neck with its teeth, and snapped it before enjoying its meal. In the wild, the diets of these animals were more varied, but there are so many humans that these animals can't survive in the wild anymore. The ones that eat plants have plants grown for them in a greenhouse, while the ones that eat meat are fed humans. I could do that. It's a more unique and interesting job than most.

I find their information online and apply to become an animal handler's apprentice. A few weeks later, I get an interview. I walk in and there's a man waiting for me with a clipboard. “You must be Daniel. Come in, have a seat.” He gestures towards a couch. “I'm William. It's nice to meet you.”

“Hi, thanks! It's nice to meet you too.”

“We don't get a whole lot of applications here. It's great that you want to help these poor animals.”

“Of course! They need what help they can get.”

“It's important for you to understand that this place runs a little differently from what you might expect. We're all owned by our Master who lives in the house up on the hill. For me to accept your application, either your father needs to sell you to our Master, or you'll need to marry me so I can give you to Him.”

“I don't think I'd mind being married to you,” I flirt as I lean towards him and run my hand along his outer thigh. Bill smiles in response. He seems to have been caught off guard by this, and is thinking of how to respond. I take the opportunity, sliding off the couch onto my knees in front of him. I lightly lick the hole in the tip of his soft penis and breathe warm breath onto it, watching it harden in front of me. I pull his cock upward and slowly lick the underside in one long stroke from the base to the tip.

Next, I cover the head of his cock with my mouth and suck, using my tongue to play with the underside of it, just how my dad always liked. I feel his hand resting on the back of my head while I'm savoring the taste of his penis. I feel him start to press on my head, so I move it forward, taking more of him into my mouth. I slowly move back and forth, getting my lips a little closer to the base of his shaft with each movement forward. I can hear him moaning. I start moving faster until I can feel that he's about to cum. I feel my mouth filling with several shots of his thick cum, but I don't swallow it. Instead I hold it all in my mouth as I stand and give Bill a long passionate kiss, moving his cum around in our mouths, slowly swallowing little bits of it at a time, savoring it with him.

When I finally release my lips from his, he grabs the back of my head by the hair, pulling painfully hard as he pushes me back onto my knees and my head back on his cock. He hold my head still as he releases his bladder and I swallow as quickly as I can. Finally, he releases my head, I back away, and work on catching my breath. “I think I'm going to like you, Dan. Follow me and I'll show you the place.”

He takes me around to many of the animal enclosures. There are beavers, chickens, dolphins, penguins, sheep, cows, and many others. There's a surprising number of herbivores. Apparently, many carnivores died out back when humans used to eat the herbivores, as we kept their food supply from them. Today we know better than to eat animal meat. It's different from our own, so our bodies have a harder time processing it. Plants are even worse for us. People used to get all kinds of symptoms that we don't have today, like memory loss, loss of hair, brittle bones, wrinkled skin, and shakiness, all because they used to eat plants and animals. We all learn this in our elementary school science classes.

Bill also takes me to see the house that the animal handlers live in and lets me see the much bigger house that his Master lives in from a distance. He keeps mostly to himself. Bill mentions that there is a small gallery in the house and that their Master occasionally hosts parties there to show off his most recently acquired artwork to his wealthy friends.

At the end of the interview, Bill has a few forms for me if I still want the job. One of them is a legal marriage contract to Bill. Bill's a slave, so marrying him doesn't give me the right to kill or sell him unless his Master drops his ownership of him, but Bill will gain the ability to kill or sell me. The entire point of this marriage is so Bill can give me to his Master, but he could easily change his mind and decide to do anything he wants to me. It's a very vulnerable position and I get hard thinking about it while I'm leaning over the coffee table to fill it all out.

I keep my ass pointed towards Bill and squat slightly to make my ass cheeks part a little. As expected, he takes the opportunity. I feel his hands on my waste and pretty quickly his dry cock is jammed directly into my anus, pounding away. It hurts, of course, but it's good. It's a little harder to fill out the forms while having my body rocked, but I manage. When I'm finished, I hand him the forms, and let him use my back as a table while he finishes his part of the forms. I relax and enjoy the sex, but it's not much longer before he cums. My prostate is still far from orgasm when he pulls out. I stay in that position until he's done with the forms.