Date: Sun, 21 Sep 2008 23:34:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rover
Subject: Dude Ranch Vacation Pt 6

Three Years Later.......

Randy never really left the ranch. Oh for a few short forays to close out
some business but never for more than a week or so.

Shortly after his first inclusion in the family gathering, a summons,
written on company stationary had invited him to a business luncheon with
none other than the ranch manager, Uncle George. Curious, he had arrived
dressed in his only slightly formal attire, with casual slacks and a
minimally clean dress shirt.

Uncle George had ponderously motioned him in the office. Offering him a
brandy and a cigar, Uncle George had started a lengthy conversation about
the weather and the breeding season. All the animals were discussed in
particular the bull and how many calf's he would sire by spring. "A hell of
an asset to the ranch". Uncle George was both adamant and commanding in his
opinion of the great beast. As the conversation drifted to the goats and
ram, a well dressed boy walked in, obviously by someones direction. Sitting
near his "Uncle" George he gazed inquisitively at Randy and kept silent as
the conversation continued. Uncle George knew every aspect of the ranch,
every sperm count of his breeding animals and every gestation period in the
cows and sows. Two other men joined the group, both equally knowledgeable
and as animated in their options about the breeding stock.

As if on que, the boy slowly pulled down his nice pants a bit and lay over
his Uncle Georges lap. Without a pause in the conversation , the ponderous
uncle slowly worked his unlit cigar in and out of the cute little ass as
the men talked.

With Randy's eyes on the adorable little boy and hardly hearing the
conversation, his ever ready cock hardened to its full length, snaking down
his pants causing a huge bulge in his pants.

The conversation shifted abruptly. Uncle George, his eyes suddenly steely
and bright, said to Randy, "We are interested in taking you in as a partner
of the ranch."

Randy's, jaw dropped. Him, a partner in this outrageous animal and boy
prostitution ring?

Uncle George leisurely waved his cigar. "We need to do a complete
inspection of course."

Randy felt a bit faint. Things were happening a bit fast here. He rattled
off some numbers off the top of his head as to his net worth and what he
could invest in the operation. When that had little response he moistened
his lips and stuttered on about his assets and property values.

When the men nodded a bit. he felt a bit of relief. They seemed at least a
bit interested in what he had said. Where was this leading? He suddenly
felt an urgency to convince them of his financial worthiness to the
operation.

"Hmm", Uncle George muttered. These others need to see you and do an
inspection. They haven't seen you "ahem" in action yet and need to see if
you will meet our needs.

Meet their needs? What the hell? What was this old man talking about?

"Strip please", Uncle George said firmly.

Hesitantly Randy started removing his clothing right in the middle of the
office room with the mens unwavering gazes on him.

"All the way". was the casual command as he stopped with his underwear on.

Soon, there he was, totally naked in front of the three men.

One of them gave a low growl and wold whistle at the first sight of his
massive cock.

>From that moment on though the men went about a full inspection in a
professional manner. Legs. flexed, muscles prodded, a light was shown down
his throat, teeth inspected and all three squeezed his ball sac over and
over looking for imperfections.

Randy felt all the more like a piece of horse flesh, at market and up for
auction.

The men conferred and then went back to their inspection. His ass was
fingered and neck massaged for bumps. His ears were gazed into. His cock
was rubbed so it went erect and measured. A small amount of pre cum was put
on a microscope and peered at by the bespeckeled one.

Uncle George was the one that gave some insight into what the men were
looking for. "If this ranch gets more inbred we will be welping babes with
two heads" he growled. "We need breeding stock."

Unbelievable! They were handling him like horseflesh because they needed a
new ram, a new stallion a human bull on the ranch.

Instead of being insulted at the thought, he warmed to the idea
immediately. He knew he wasn't a "normal" human. He had always been a
sexual animal, it had always caused him trouble. To be brought to the ranch
permanently as a breeder seemed almost like his destiny when he actually
thought about it.

After that he submitted completely to the men's probing and thumping. He
even flared his nostrils and flexed his muscles in a show of strenght for
the men.

When the man at the microscope gave a thumbs up when he had measured his
sperm count he felt the thrill of victory.

After that, there had been but a few technicalities. The men had had him
transfer all his assets to the ranch of course. He hadn't even blinked an
eye at that.

He had been set up immediately with his very own ranch house. It was behind
the pig pen and near the massive bull so he had felt right at home. He
quickly let his sexual energy become unimpaired and fucked when he wanted
and what he wanted. He was afterall the new breeder on the block, the
ranches newest acquisition.

One of his immediate jobs was to breed new stock for the ranch. He knew
without a doubt that Uncle George viewed most all the people that lifed on
the ranch by their usfulness and the younger boys were the most valued
stock.

The bespeckled partner would send several of the older sluts to his house
twice a week for him to breed. Invariably they would giggle and ohh at the
first sight of his impressive manhood, and just as invariably they would
soon be impaled by the massive member. Within 9 months the first welpswere
born of the new breeder and Uncle George nodded his approval at the sight
of the number of rounded bellies.

It was a shock to Randy though, the first time he was led over to a
customer and offered as a stud to the man. He had so recently been a
customer himself it came as a jolt to be on the other end of the deal. He
had been awoken roughly and sleepily led to the man's room. The man, a
middle aged rounded man grinned his approval and Randys escort left the two
alone in the room. Within minutes Randy was doing what was expected of him
and soon the man was squeaking his enthusiasm along with the squeal of the
bedsprings.

Even Uncle George was suprised at the total transformation that was to come
over Randy though. Within months of his new role, Randy had shucked all of
his possessions and clothed himself in only a baggy pair of cuttoffs. He
rarely bathed and was soon a dark bronze from the constant exposure to the
rays. He eventually left the house altogether and bedded down in the stall
along with several of the other animals. He made it comfortable enough,
with a nice straw pad. The boys started bringing his food to him and soon
there was not much need to leave the fenced in enclosure. He gave in
completely to his sexual urges and when he fucked the sluts brought to him,
did so in the open air enclosure, regardless of who was gathered to
watch. The boys were his constant companions too with one or the other in
the pen frisking around with him. Now, too, starting off the younger boys
was an easy matter for the ranch. The timid boys were simply brought to the
pen where
 Randy would take them by hand and with the crowd watching, ready them for
ranch life.

The final move to ranch animal for Randy was when Uncle George came up with
the idea of a halter for the former man. After he was fitted with the
halter for the first time, it was then a simple matter to lead the
man/beast to the room where his services were needed.

Soon business was booming even more at the legendary ranch. Word of the
amazing stud spread. Uncle George puffed his cigar contentedly. He knew his
horseflesh and knew he had picked the best stud his ranch could have
gotten.



Uncle George continued. "It is not only your money we need. We have lots
and we know you do too. We need new blood in the operation, new sperm. You
have the best genes we have seen, hung and handsome. As a partner you would
help breed the new stock of coto stay! It was what he wanted more than
anything else right now. A glance at the pert little butt on Uncle Georges
lap was all he needed.

"The terms? He rasped.

He hardly heard the terms,only that it was the full amount of his new
worth. They had done their homework, thats for sure. He had hastilly shook
on the deal. Within a week he had cashed in his business assets,
transferred the money and returned o the ranch. To celebrate, he had been
offered Simon for the better part of the week. The little