Mentality 1/2
#3 of Hive
Jakz rested soundly as the night passed, sleeping even when the handlers came to escort him to the transport. Jakz was going to go to his first show, and there he would showcase the stud farm's up and coming young male studs. While a second boy was selected to be the star of the show, Daz from the canine unit or sector seven. While still a canine like Jakz, Daz was a domestic breed more suitable for being a house pet, or for a mature public stud. Jakz was a cross breed, an impure mutt.
By the time Jakz woke up he was in a van laying next to the other boy known as Daz, a spotted dalmatian with a cute paw print formation on his backside, both of them wearing a wristband with two small vials on the front. One of them containing a powerful sedative to thwart any attempts at escape, the other filled with a solution that would cause an instant and painless death, should they attempt to run away after being sedated. The rules of being in show were no less strict than the ones of being on the farm.
"Where am I?" Jakz groaned, coming back into consciousness and noticing that Mister Aren's cock wasn't hovering around his tight tail-hole."I feel funny" Jakz tried to sit up but his legs wouldn't allow it, infact the only thing he could feel was the top half of his body.
"That would be the drug wearing off kid" Another voice came from the darkness of the van, this one belonging to Daz the experienced show-stud he knew the routine of transportation and even being in show. "They picked a young one this year, every year I usually find myself paired with some half decent homely wolf or fox" Daz spoke in a kind of cruel manner, he wasn't too happy about going to show this year. Mainly because this was his last time before he was 'retired' "Listen kid" Daz began before Jakz spoke up.
"My name is Jakz, Jakz" Jakz said managing to sit up and lean against the side of the van. "I don't know why you're in such a bad mood but please don't insult the other guys, they're really all really neat" Jakz said in a soft tone, the bleeding heart kind of guy he was.
"Your concern about the others kind of makes me want to laugh, but it's good to see you can hold a free thought" Daz smiled as the lights of a tunnel glimmered through the slits in the top of the van. "You haven't smelled the outside before have you Jakz?" Daz asked with a soft smile, he remembered when he was like Jakz. When he cared about others and found everything so fascinating but as you got older and accustomed to the lifestyle of a stud your mentality begins to change and you become bitter and resentful, especially if you are a show stud.
"My concern about the others, they're my family" Jakz muttered to himself and looked up taking the scent of the outdoors in. "Wow it smells pretty" He smiled and felt his lower body resume function his tail wagging slowly in appreciation of the smell. "What's a show?" Jakz asked the obviously more knowledgeable Daz as the van rolled along the roads, their destination nearly a day or two away.
Back at the farm Aren and Spencer awoke to find that Jakz was missing. "Looks like they hauled him off to show like you expected Aren" Spencer yawned and nuzzled his mate looking at him as he just lay there completely accepting of his advances. "Something wrong, usually your fighting me off of you but now your just kind of . . . stationary" Spence nudged Aren and he sighed a heavy sigh.
"If they start taking him to show, we're going to lose the cuddly pup we have now" Aren sighed and rolled over pushing Spence away. "I don't want Jakz to end up like Daz is now, remember when he was here with us?" Aren thought back to when Daz arrived, he was curious and cute, an adorable paw impression on his backside. Aren and Spencer were a little younger and friskier then but the same toward new arrivals. They were the we'll-cum party and baptized all the new canines into their pack. One year though after the old show stud was 'retired' to put it nicely, they picked Daz, first he was just a partner, the B list of the Expo. After a few years he became more distant from Aren and Spencer who considered him to be their only son.
"Daz where are you going?" Spence asked as he saw Daz being escorted out of their area, taken to a special area where he could be trained and groomed for show. As time passed Spence and Aren saw less and less of Daz barely remembering what he looked like. Time passed and a new puppy arrived on their doorstep a lovable little German boxer mix named . . .
"JAKZ!" Daz shouted loudly to Jakz who seemed to have dosed off at the road stop. "Hey wake up, if you don't take your rest stop now your going to regret it" Daz chuckled as he was lead by the paw toward the side of the road. The handler went to talk to Daz but he put his paw out. "I know two minutes to piss or you'll make it stop" he sighed and began to urinate even under pressure of being watched. While everything in the farms was monitored outside was no different the guards watching intently at the prostrate control of the star show stud. "One minute and fifty nine-seconds." Daz smirked as she finished up before she managed to time him.
"Impressive" the handler clicked the stopwatch and Daz was completely correct. "He's a bit cocky for my taste but a damn good stud" She looked over to see Jakz stumbling out of the van, not as gracefully was one would wish. ". . . Oy"
Jakz stumbled out of the truck and stood on his feet awkwardly padding over he let out a whimper, already having begun to relieve himself the handler shook her head and hit the clock deducting from the already started urination and timing him about ten seconds with absolutely no control over his prostate. "... Sad" The handler said once again, escorting Jakz back into the van where Daz was nearly laughing his head off.
"I CAN"T BELIEVE YOU FAILED THE PISS TEST!" Daz cracked up he had never seen something so poor or hilarious at the same time. "Wow your really something else kid, to be in show with such poor control, and with such an average member I really don't even see how you made stud, must have been either a factory screw up or an angel looking out for you" Daz chuckled and Jakz just drooped his ears. He didn't really like this other boy the one called Daz.
"Cheer up, if you are here it means you've got something special, something no other male has and something that can't be duplicated, if it makes you feel any better I'm a little jealous" Daz turned his head looking toward the slits in the roof just closing his eyes. "We have a whole day before we actually get to the expo so I suggest you either get some sleep or just rest" Daz sighed and rolled over laying on the small mattress they had provided was more like a bolted down cot.
"Goodnight" Jakz sighed, he missed mister Aren, and mister Spencer, and the other males he didn't like being on the road and he still had yet to do a show. Daz was no help to his curiosity but no one ever really was Jakz was just so curious. Something that had died out around the matriarchal overtaking.
The mentality that they were nothing but slaves, slaves to their female masters and to the inner working of the conditioning they were raised with. It was code named the Hive Mentality. A single child was raised with a limited amount of stimuli, raised like experiments to become more than just males, they were the perfect disposable army, workforce, sex toys. They were cells that existed for the purpose of society and lived, died, functioned by the hive mentality to disobey it would drive them mad, the female overlords maintained their dominance by this and it was obvious already to Spencer, Aren, Mimi, and now Daz. Jakz was going to break the rule over the males some day he was going to be the last male hero.
STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO!