Date: Mon, 4 Oct 1999 17:37:16 EDT
From: Nathan Harvey
Subject: Safari By Nathan Harvey

Sufari
By Nathan Harvey

I'd been searching for a new job all winter.  Every Sunday I faithfully
scoured the Chicago Trib advertisements.  Then I came across this one and
it sounded to good to be true. The country of Elmire De Terra needed young
men eager to establishing their commitment with nature and the environment.
The Government was opening a new resort in the islands.  It went on to say
the government was now in a position to provide employment to a few special
single young men who were interested in living in working in a tropical
paradise. These newly created positions offered a great opportunity to
enjoy exotic sports and exotic foods while serving the guests of the club.
A Resume's and a personal history with a picture should be sent to the
Safari club of New York when applying for this job.  Applicants that were
accepted qualified to their standards would be interviewed locally at the
Sports club in Chicago at a later date.

It seemed simple enough, to qualify you had to be under twenty five, single
and in great physical shape.  I was over six foot with black curly hair,
green eyes and if I do say so myself damn good looking.  I'd been lifting
weight since high school and if I do say so I was built like a brick
shithouse and as they say not a brick out of place.  I was so excited about
the advertisement I spent the evening writing out my resume. Looking
through my album I found a good picture of me from the summer that I'd
tried out in the competition of Mr. Silver Beach.  I though the picture of
me in my black Speedo showed off everything I had to offer so I put it in
with my letter.  After a few weeks passed I'd begun to give up any hope of
hearing from them.  Then after about three weeks I received this elegant
manila envelope with an impressive gold crest embossed on it.  Excited
tearing it open I pulled out this elegant stationary.  Excitedly I read
that I had been selected to interview for a position at their resort island
of Elmire De Terra, it was signed by a Mohammed Danes.

The letter went on to say I was to report to the Chicago Sportsman's Club
on State street for my interview December 23.  I was ecstatic, I was going
to get a chance to get out of this hell hole were I'd been freezing my ass
off and live in a tropical paradise. Since I moved here to Chicago the only
job I was able to find was a Stock job at Fields.  I'd found out real fast
that being a jock in high school was damn little recommendation for a
decent job unless you wanted to put out to some damn fagot in some
personnel office.  I was better than that, I would never service a man like
some cheap whore. My salary at fields was just enough to cover my room rent
with a few shekels left over for burgers at the local burger barn.  It
wasn't much but at least I didn't sell my body to some queer to get ahead.
I was sure if I kept looking I would find that dream job I was looking for.
In my heart I knew it was out there somewhere.

 Finally the time came for me to go to for my interview.  I paid special
attention to my grooming because I was sure this was going to be my chance
to make it big.  I'd had waited until the last minute to call Fields and
tell them I was sick in case the interview fell through.  It was a quick
walk from my rooming house on Chicago avenue to Michigan avenue and then
down to the Sportsman's Club. I'd decided to walk to the Sportsman's club
to save a couple of bucks.  Turning the corner onto the avenue when that
winter wind hit me I was sorry for that decision..  I was eager but frozen
stiff when I pulled open those massive bronze doors of the club.  Started
up those marble stairs into the lobby the snobbish desk clerk looked me
over like I was trash before asking me what I wanted.  I told him I was
here for the interview for resort in the islands.  Without saying anything
he pointed to a long hall marked gymnasium then in a low voice told me to
follow that hall to the big double doors.

Walking away from him I knew that this guy must be one of those arrogant
fairies that got their jollies working around hunky men.  He just looked
the type in his tight brooks brothers suit.  Walking down the long hall and
down the stairs I came to the double doors marked gymnasium.  Entering the
gym I could see at the end of the room a large group of studs clustered
around a table.  There must have been forty guys there and all of them were
real studs.  Then this little olive skinned man with white hair rose from
the makeshift desk and started moving among them.  Passing forms out to the
men he was telling them to fill them out.  Looking suddenly and seeing me
he called out, "Are you Mr. Sam Wilson?  So glad you could make the
interview.  We were afraid you might have changed your mind Mr.  Wilson."
I was surprised he knew my name.  As I approached he told me he'd
recognized me from my photograph I'd submitted with my resume.  Taking the
forms from him and looking them over I could see it was a long list of
questions.

Some of the questions were just the standard ones like, are you Married and
who is you nearest living relative. Then they began getting into real
personal history and they became more complicated.  They began going into a
more specific questioning like, have you ever been married, and if so do
you have children.  Then they asked who would they notify in the event of
our injury or death and how were we related to them.  Then there was this
one question that really got me.  They wanted to know if I was willing to
surrender my citizenship and become a citizen of Elmire De Tterra and
subject to all its laws and customs.  Checking all the answers yes I though
if the pay was high enough I would go anywhere and do anything.

There was a lot of grumbling among the men.  A lot of them got up tossing
the forms on the desk and left saying they weren't giving up their
citizenship for any fucking job.  The rest of us that remained gave our
forms to this white haired man who had introduced himself as Mohammed Danes
the man in charge of hiring.  Sitting he began scanning the forms and
calling the applicants forward.  He was accepting or rejecting them right
there on the spot. It became obvious to everyone if a guy even looked like
he was gay he was rejected.  As he dismissed them he thanked them for
applying and handed them a small gratuity.

When the group was down to about fifteen men Mr. Dane spoke up saying if
there were any men that were gay to save him and themselves time and effort
and leave now.  Three more men got up and left.  Passing among us then he
handed out little shinny black posing straps and suggested we slip into
them for the photo shoot to see if we had the necessary poise that was
required for the position.  Then a big blond guy with a crew cut asked if
we were expected to service the broads at the resort.  Receiving an icy
stare from Mr. Dane everyone was silent after that.  When we'd all stripped
and were in our posing straps and I was glad I was one of the chosen and
not in competition with this group of hunky studs. Someone had stretched a
piece of canvas up as a photo backdrop and as each one of stepped up we
struck up poses to show our best features as the flash bulbs went off.
Stepping down he told us to dress and then we would go to the dining room
upstairs for a question and answer periods.  As we moved to the dining room
Mr. Dane congratulated all of us telling us we were the chosen few to be
invited to work on there island paradise of Elmire De Terra.

Telling us to be seated then around this horse shoe. table telling us the
club had prepared a small luncheon for us.  We could then take this
opportunity to ask all our questions we had about the country, the island
and the job.  All of us liked the sound of that.  Once seated we had plates
of tropical fruits place around the table.  Then the waiters began started
serving us this sumptuous meal.  A few questions began as we began our
lunch.  The most pressing concern was about our having to give up our
citizenship. Smiling Mr. Dane said he doubted if we would ever want to
leave the island but if and when the time came that we wanted to leave they
would assist us with the necessary arrangements.  That seemed simple
enough.  Then someone asked about money.  With that same confident smile
Mr. Dane told us that would be figured in the currency of the country and
did not relate to U.S.  dollars.

If we did relate our net worth in U.S. dollars we would be worth many
thousands of dollars apiece.  As they began clearing the table they began
showing slides of the local landscape.  You could hear the gasps and
comments as slide after slide of beautiful lush jungles and white sparkling
beaches flashed onto the screen.  We saw beautiful people lounging in
deckchairs.  They were seated or lying under umbrellas with beautiful
native women serving their every need. Then we saw pictures of the Manner
house it was staggering.  It was almost a modern version of the TajMahal
set into the green lush jungle.  Further back in the distance there seemed
to be rooms for the staff.  We were all sold right then and there.  Passing
around the table he began to distribute contracts and our acceptance of
their terms and conditions and clipped to each contract was a vouchers for
our cab fare to O'Hara airport.  Rapping on the table and getting our
attention again he told us we would fly to his island by the governors
private jet.  Then giving us a business card he told us if we needed legal
aid to break our apartments leases and contracts to just call and one of
there people would take care of it for us.

I was convinced this was the job for me and I gave my weeks notice at
fields the very next day.  When the Fields personnel department told me two
weeks was customary I told them I was leaving the country and couldn't stay
any longer.  By the end of the week I was all packed and waiting on the
steps of my apartment building for my cab.  The ride was unbelievable slow
as the cabby plowed through snow filled streets.  I was beginning to be
very afraid I was going to miss the planes departure time.  Swearing, I
knew I would be damn glad to get out of this fucken snow.  Finally the cab
pulled onto the O'Hara turnoff.  The cabby drove by the main terminal
pulling into one of the little private hangers next to the main building.
I could see part of this big black Leer jet with a big golden crest on the
tail parked further down in the hanger.  There was this crowd of studs
standing around Mr. Dane as he handed out our new passports.  He told us we
were all now citizens of Elmire De Terra. Opining the passport I was
surprised to see the picture of me they'd taken of me in the posing strap.
It almost looked like I was naked and I was unable to read the language
under the picture and in the passport.

I figured I would find out in time what it said.  Climbing aboard we were
all pleased to find how luxurious the plane was.  There was nothing we
could have asked for that they didn't have with the wide aisles and big
seats.  When we were seated our Steward pushed his cart along the seats
passing out cocktails. They had tropical juices, liquor and hot beverages,
nothing was left to be desired.  Leaning back we all fell into this
dreamlike trance with our visions of working in a paradise. It was
unbelievable how every few hours this cart would come wheeling by with new
exotic refreshments.  When they lowered the lights the Steward passed among
us giving us little brandy snifters filled with a green liquor.  As he
handed it to each of us saying it would enable us to get a little sleep and
overcome the differences of the time zones.  The pilot then announced we
would be arriving at Elmire De Terra at in the morning and he would be
dimming the cabin lights so we could get some rest.  As we sipped our
liquor the lights began dimming.  One by one we all drifted off into sleep.

Slowly we all began to awake.  It was hard to tell the first thing we
noticed.  We were all wearing iron collars around our necks and we were
naked.  Looking around the cabin I could see that we were all chained
together with short links of heavy chain from collar to collar and our
ankles had been shackled together.  Stunned when the cockpit door opened we
saw Mohammed Dane standing there with a whip like some animal trainer.
Picking up a microphone he then announced there would be no talking..  In
time everything would become clear to us.  When Kelly, the big blond brute
tried to get up he was beaten back into his seat with a whip by this
steward standing next to Mohammed Dane.  Going on as if nothing had
happened Mr. Dane went on to say that he was proud that his country was
opening his new Safari hunting club.  Since Elmire De Terra was an isolated
island, and having no exotic animals to offer to the members of this
hunting club to hunt it was necessary to import them.  Therefore they had
import us to be the animals the members would hunt.

Going on Mr. Dane told us we twelve men had the privilege of being the
first men imported as prey for this venture and we should be very proud.
We would be taken to our compound and conditioned for our new lives.  When
our trainers decided we'd become worthy to be prey for the hunt we would be
released into the jungle. Chuckling he said it was all very humane. We
would be hunted by the guest of the club with tranquilizer guns.  If we
were captured then we became the property of the guest who caught us.  We
would become their property to do with as they pleased as the reward of
their hunt.  Then chuckling he said the members could always take us home
as pets or if they wanted have us killed and stuffed.  Then pausing, he
said another option were for them to sell us as beasts of burden to the
local farmers for use in the fields.  It was always the guests decision.

At the time I though he was joking.  Going on he said in the tradition of
all Safaris the destiny of the animals was always decided by the hunter
that captured them.  We would stay free as long as we could avoid
capture. Just then Billy, one of the men in chains close to Mr. Dane jumped
up almost pulling the other two men he was chained to out of their seats.
Reaching for Mr. Dane a Steward was quick to come between them.  Holding
his shoulders he brought his knee up into Billy's groin.  Staggering back
in pain Billy dropped back into his seat.  Mr. Dane warned us that animals
that did not perform or behaved badly would be sold into slavery to the
local farmers as beasts of burden.  Then Walter, one of our group, cried
out, "we have rights," Mr. Dane smiled sweetly and pointed out we'd all
surrendered those rights along with our citizenship's.  We had accepted our
new classifications and duties to our new country of Elmire De Terra.  That
information along with our pictures had been given to us before we boarded
the plane in the states.  We were now classified as game animals suitable
for hunting. Smiling he said therefore it was perfectly legal for us to be
hunted as animals or trained to be used as beasts of burden.

Then he told us we would do well to remember we would be destroyed if we
were unfit or unwilling to perform our duties.  By then our plane had
landed.  All twelve of us sat dazed in dumb silence not knowing what to do.
The plane then taxied over to the terminal.  We could see through the
windows of the aircraft a cattle truck was parked on the tarmac waiting for
us. When Mr. Dane ordered us to get up we all had to rise almost at once
because of our neck chains.  Filing down the steps like some Tennessee road
gang we some of us tried to hide our nakedness with our hands.  Climbing
onto the truck we lined the board sides trying to see what we'd gotten our
selves into.  As the truck pulled away from the plane and our former way of
life George the smallest of us began crying.  No one said a word, we just
listened to his sobbing feeling just as despondent as he was.  Passing out
of the airport onto the road our truck moved through the village.  It was
the same quaint native setting that we'd all seen in the slides but we
realized it was not for us.

Leaving the village behind we began this long drive through lush fields of
tropical plants and fruit trees.  As we passed by some of the fields being
worked we could see they were being plowed. The difference here was that
instead of oxen or mules pulling the plows we saw naked men with their
heads bowed in submission lashed to the plows.  They were almost
unrecognizable as men. Watching those poor beasts laboring we could see
that their hair was long and wild like poorly groomed animals.  Then one of
our trainers pointed out the various `animals' working the fields.  Even
more shocking was when we passed this grain cart it was being pulled by six
naked men harnessed to the wagon.  Not pleased with how fast they were
moving the driver was standing and bringing the whip down on their backs.
Proudly, as if he were a tourist guide, he told us that it had become his
country's custom to use men as beasts of burden centuries ago. It had all
begun when a gang of pirates had sailed into their harbor and tried to rape
and steal from the natives centuries ago and they had been subdued.

Since the natives had had no jails on the island the thieves were put in
chains.  They were then put to work in the fields as beasts of burden. It
had been decided by the elders that since the captives were animals they
would need not cover their bodies.  They should work naked in the fields
like any domestic animals.  It had been so successful that in time other
farmers began to demand human animals to plow their fields and pull their
wagons.  That was when we began as a nation to recruit male animals as
beasts of burden. Importing men from counties all over the world to be used
as animals became a common practice here.  Men were selected because they
were so much easier to train and they seemed to survive our climate better.
Then smiling he said however we were the fortunate ones.  We were the first
humans to be used as Sufari game animals we've ever imported.  You will be
free to roam our island, to fish and hunt and enjoy our beautiful beaches.
You will be the wild beasts of our island that the guests of our new lodge
can hunt.

Several of the men began to protest.  One of the trainers walked up to one
of them and holding him by his neck chains bought his knee up into groin.
Dropping his arms in surrender the trainer just kept kneeing him again and
again until this huge hulk of a man was crying like a baby begging him for
mercy.  Letting the man drop then he announced all unruly animals would be
severely punished.  Then smiling he told us they had even more exotic ways
of making us behave if any of us wanted to make trouble for them.  Then
calling an another trainer forward he held out a cattle prod and jamming it
into one mans nuts giving him a jolt of electricity.  As this big hulk fell
to his knees dragging down some of the others he was like a beaten
puppy. To further prove his point as the man lay there bent over in agony
The trainer rammed the prod up his ass and working it around and gave him
several more jolts.

Telling us to get on our feet we had to drag the two men with us.  They
then led us into this fenced area telling us this was where they told us we
would live until we were properly conditioned.  As we filed into the
compound they unhooked our leg shackles and neck chains but felt our
collars on us. Standing there in a cluster we watched several native men
entered the compound carrying a buckets of swill and a galvanized trough.
Setting this galvanized trough down in front of us they began pouring the
slop in to it.  Looking up at us standing there they said they would remove
it in ten minutes and if we were hungry we had better eat fast.  We could
all see it was far to little food for twelve full grown men.  We all
scrambled like pigs at a trough.  Pushing and shoving we began crowding
over each other so we could shoved our faces into the swill.  We tried to
eat as much as we could before someone pushed us aside.  All twelve of us
had licked the trough clean by the time they came for it ten minutes later.
Instead of removing the trough they began pouring a semi liquid mash like
liqueur into the trough saying we could have all of that to drink that we
wanted.  Then they left closing and bolting the gate.

A few of us began sampled the mixture.  We discovered it was a rank sour
mash like fermented moonshine. One by one we drank our fill and fell into a
drunken stupor. It was the only liquid we had so we kept going over and
drinking more of it all night.  We were awaken at dawn and again chained
together.  Drunk and staggering we were led to a corral.  As one of our
trainers rode in a jeep ahead of us holding the end of our chain we were
they made to run barefooted on a crushed stone track.  The exercise in
combination with all that swill and mash was making our bowls react.  Now
when we ran us most of us were defecating with no choice but to let it run
down our legs.  Mortified we had no choice of were of how we perform our
bodily functions.  Then we were led back into our compound limping and
stinking they hosed us down as they unhooked us.  Exhausted, with terrible
hangovers from drinking that sour mash we watched as they filled our trough
with food.

 Exhausted we managed to crawl over to the trough.  There was even less
food then before.  We all now began to fight each other to get enough to
eat.  When we had licked the trough clean we again got a generous supply of
mash.  Laying around the compound in a drunken stupor we all just sat
staring at each other.  It was hard to believe this once proud group of men
was now reduced to filthy unshaven animals fighting for food.  As the sun
rose high we sat there sweating with nowhere to try to get into the shade.
With the heat and sweat and men defecating all over the compound it was
beginning to smell like a barnyard.  Each time they came to feed us brought
less food.  The food fights had now become vicious.  Many of the guards
were now coming to watch the fighting and taking bets on us like some cock
fight.  Day after day they exercised us feeding us less every day and we
had to even begun not only to act like animals we began to look and smell
like animals, We all had become lean muscular and filthy with unshaven
faces and long matted hair.

We no longer notice the stench of our bodies as we moved among each other.
Late one night several weeks after that one of the bigger men began to
crawl on to the back of another man.  Holding him and hammering on him
until he surrendered he then began to shove his cock up his ass.  As the
smaller man struggled finally beaten into submission he just lay their not
resisting being raped. Now satisfied he'd found his whore he crawled up
jamming his cock into his mouth and raped him again.  We all sat around
watching and cheering him on.  When Kelly pulled off of George there was a
scramble as the other men mounted the sobbing figure and fucked him in the
face and ass.  Finally done with him they left him laying there crying
softly.  Finally it was silent It became a nightly affair now for the men
to crawl on him and he would just lay there with a dull blank look on his
face and hump his ass up letting them screw him.  Soon after that the
guards entered as we were fucking our stud.  Flashing their lights on us
they pulled George up and led him away.

When we saw George next he was being led around with a leash like a pet. He
had been washed and his body and head had been shaved.  He was now the
guards bitch.  He had told them that Kelley was the one that had raped him
and the guards decided to have a little fun with him.  Leading us all to
our exercise at the track they unfastened Kelly from our neck chains.
Leading him over and putting him into a wire cage they pulled his legs
spread eagle and secured them. As we trotted around the track we watched as
they brought out the dogs.  One by one they led the hounds to Kelly and let
them mount and fuck him.  When a dog would tie with him he would scream out
in pain. Hours later as we left our track we passed by him and he was now
begging them for another dog.  Leading us back to the cell we wondered how
long Kelly would be kept their servicing there dogs.

 It wasn't long after that when the gate opened and he crawled in.  Saying
nothing, his eyes dull and listless, he crawled into the corner in a fetal
position and just kept murmuring oh yes fuck me again, make me your
bitch. Now there were just eleven of us left and we wondered what was in
store for us.  It was the same vicious food fight that night when they
filled the trough.. Then that night they came for Kelley and led him
away. Around midnight they came for the rest of us.  Leading us into the
jungle we stumbled and falling each time taking all of us down with our
chains until finally we came to a clearing.  There was a huge fire with a
large group of natives seated in a circle watching some kind of
entertainment. As they drug us closer to the circle we could see Kelley
surrounded by hound dogs servicing them.  As soon as one would tie with him
another would be on his face and he would start sucking the dogs cock.
He'd truly become an animal.

 Now one by one it began to be evident we were surrendering to the
realization we were more animal now than human. Whatever they had in store
for us we all accepted it.  Now pulling us into a circle facing one another
they drew our chains tight where our faces almost touched.  Then forcing us
forced down on our knees lock our legs to each other forming this strange
circle of butt an ass holes. They had even chained Kelley and George into
the circle.  That was the night we all lost any resemblance's human beings.
The guards all had hot branding irons and one by one they brought these red
hot branding irons over and branded each us all on the left cheek of our
ass.  All we could hear was the screaming and crying of the men as the
smell of the burning the flesh of twelve men filling the air.  We found
later we'd all been branded like all the livestock on the island.  We now
wore the official crest of the island burned into our flesh.

That night our humiliation was far from over.  We were fucked by any man or
beast that wanted us.  They took particular delight in letting the dogs use
us Some of the guards had even made a game out of how far they could jam
there fist up our asses.  The winner was the one that got his arm into one
of us the furthest.  If this wasn't enough they would come into our circled
using us at there toilets.  The abuse went on for hours until finally we
would blindly suck anything that was shoved into our mouths and they began
bending over shoving there butts at us and we would suck out there
assholes.  We no longer felt any emotions or shame now.  All that mattered
now was gratifying our animal lust. Now with Kelly and George chained into
our circle with us we were all together again.  We only knew that meant
there would be less food now for us.  Then for the next two days they left
us to our own devices.  They'd left our collars on but had removed the
shackle from our legs.  They knew we were now more animal than human and
treated us as such.

All that day we amused ourselves fighting with each other.  The winner
would then ravage the looser.  That morning we kept waiting for our
breakfast.  Then the only thing they did was to turn the hoses on washing
us and our compound out.  We sat there all day in the burning sun getting
more hungry and thirsty.  Some of the men began drinking each others urine.
We kept waiting for our supper but there was nothing.  It was dawn when
they opened the gates leading us to a waiting truck.  As we loaded into the
back of the truck we could see another truck pulling into the compound and
twelve naked men were being led into the compound.  We knew enough not to
say anything with our keepers standing there with there cattle prods.
Holding on to the sides of the truck as the driver pulled by the compound
we felt no pity for those new men.  The sooner they were trained and
released the safer we would be. Those poor bastards looked at us and knew
what then what was going to happen to them.

The truck moved forward winding through the village toward the heart of the
island.  Moving into dense undergrowth that almost choked the trail the
truck bounced and pushed forward.  We had become so accustom to being naked
it meant nothing to us when the natives pointed at us giggle calling us
names. We had accepted we were animals. It was dawn when our truck pulled
into a little tiny clearing.  They drove us out of the truck with the
cattle prods telling us to get our asses into the jungle. There was a
scramble of naked asses desperate to get away.  We knew we were now quarry
for the hunt.  I'd seen this outcropping of rocks high up into the mountain
I'd decided that was where I would go.  I'd hoped to find some dry cave to
live in. I survived for weeks watching from my rocky perch as each of the
men were captured.  One by one they had been taken back in a bamboo cage.
I could only imagine what they went through.  I knew our group was being
thinned and my only hope was that the new animals would be released and
ready to be hunted.

I knew the more men they caught that made more men looking for the few that
was left.  I knew it was only a matter of time before I was captured.
Driven by hunger I crawled out on a ledge near my cave early one morning to
find berries.  I felt this sharp pain in my ass and that was the last thing
I remembered until I was being carried into a room in a bamboo cage.
Looking up I saw this ugly monster of a man grinning at me.  He was naked
and grinning like an animal in heat. "Your mine now" was he only then he
muttered, "I `v caught you and I'm going to keep you".  I watched him
moving toward me then I saw his enormous cock.  I'd been so long with out
sex I wanted him desperately.  I didn't care what he was, I needed his cock
up my ass.  Grumbling he as he came close to me he said I stunk.  Ringing
for the bellman he told them to take me away and clean me up.

For the next two hours I closed my eyes as they washed me and trimmed and
shaved me. The final delight was when they shaved my body and oiled it and
braided my hair.  Then putting a silver collar on me the bellmen led me
back on a leash to my new owner.  Grinning with lust in his eyes he pushed
me down on the floor telling me I was a real fine specimen.  Then pulling
my legs over his shoulders I closed my eyes in expectations and then I felt
him enter me.  Clinging to him as he jammed that cock into me I began
begging him for more. He was obsessed with sex and I surrendered my body to
him in every way eager to please him.  Looking into his eyes I ask if I was
to call him master.  Chuckling he told me that would please him.  He said I
was going to be a fine addition to the animals in his stables back home.  I
was so pleased I was lucky enough to be going to someplace and not being
used as a beast of the fields for the rest of my life.  Getting on my knees
and kissing his feet eager I was eager to show my gratitude and submission
to him.

He kept me in the bedroom in a cage.  I was eager to please him in anyway
he wanted.  It was at the end of the week after he had instructed me in how
to behave in public that he felt I was suitable to be shown.  Having me
groomed my master then led me down to the main dining rooms on my leash.
As he led he to his table I pumped up my chest trying to make myself look
as good as possible so he would be proud of me.  Once he was seated I took
my place kneeling at his feet.  As he ordered he asked the waiter for a
service plate for me.  As the waiter removed each course he would scrape
the leftovers on to my dish.  I was grateful it was all mine and it tasted
so wonderful I licked every morsel from the dish.  Kneeling there I could
look around and see some of the other animals sitting by their masters.
From what I could see they were most of the ones I'd come here with.

Patting my head my master told me he'd decided to show me how some of my
pack had faired so I would know how lucky I was before he had me crated to
ship home.  Leaving the dining room he turned down his long hall.  Coming
to a wide service door we entered. I was shocked to see Kelly's and
George's head stuffed and mounted on trophy plaques.  They looked so
lifelike they looked like they could speak as their glass eyes stared off
into space.  Shaking his head my master said it was such a waste to just
stuff and mount the head of a good animal just to have a trophy hanging
above the mantle.  He thought it was better taking them home live and
training them to service..  Again saying it was such a waste of good
animals but shrugging his shoulders said after all they did taste good at
supper.

As we passed out of the doors I saw one of the men that had been stuffed as
full figured animal standing proud waiting in a crate for shipping.  When
we arrived at the shipping room I was told me to get into the crate that I
was going to be boxed and shipped back to his farm.  I was thankful I was
going to live to service my master. They gave me an injection so I would
sleep during the trip and began packing me.  I was still groggy but as I
was being loaded into the jet I saw still another line of new men deplaning
naked and in chains and being led to there new destiny.  I was glad to be
alive and hoped they would be as lucky.  I would spend my life making him
glad he chose to keep me as a pet to service him.