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[b][u][center]The Domesticated

Chapter 10

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The humans had brought Ekundayo to a wider, well-lit cavern, one that looked almost like an outpost in the middle of the jungle. The collar and all the downloaded education that had been forced into his mind fed him concepts, words that labeled what he was seeing before him. A filming set, a screen set, a stage that allowed the humans to pretend that they were somewhere else. Old-fashioned, built up out of real things rather than just a screen that they could pretend was filled with different things.

[i]They want…they’re pretending that they’re somewhere else,[/i] he thought as the humans dragged him forward, pulling him towards the middle of the room. [i]They don’t want anyone watching this to know where they are, which means that they have to be somewhere close, somewhere near to Brecht’s house.[/i]

Or at least, that’s what he was hoping. You only hid where you were if you didn’t want someone to find you. Which meant that the caves were probably recognizable off the stage.

“Mr. Bostir!”

One of the humans shouted loud enough to snap him out of his thoughts, the hyena stumbling for a moment as the guards dragged him along. An older human, someone in his late forties, turned from a human at the – the word was ‘cameras’, but he didn’t know what that meant – and looked at them. A bearded man, tight-trimmed along the face, with big eyes looked at him.

“What is it, man?” Mr. Bostir asked.

“We found someone that’d be good for the broadcast.”

“Hmmm…”

The older human stayed where he was, allowing Ekundayo to be brought to him. There was no gentleness in the process, no kindness, no softness in their touch. It was all total control, despite the way that they were saying that they were trying to free him and the others. They were still afraid of him, still afraid that the ‘beasts’ would run wild, out of control, that they were not to be trusted.

[i]They don’t want us free. They just want us gone,[/i] he thought.

The Snatchers were just humans that didn’t believe that the ‘beasts’ could be trusted. For all that they said that they weren’t supposed to be slaves, they were more concerned with sending them back to the ‘wild’ rather than seeing to it that they were taken care of, fixed, healed. They just wanted them gone, away from other humans.

[i]They are afraid of us.[/i]

Except for this one. Mr. Bostir’s eyes didn’t have the same glint of fear in them that the rest of the humans did. He had something else, something like…something like a predator himself, someone that had taken power and wasn’t about to lose it. The human’s eyes narrowed, and it was almost like the feeling of being under the sniper’s scope when Brecht had come and taken him.

It was the stare of someone strong…and he had to be stronger.

No. He had to be smarter.

Ekundayo lowered his head, huffing. He put on the most pathetic little act he could, slumping forward against the hands on his arms, shaking his head.

“I don’t know what you want, but please…just let me go…I’ll do whatever you need, say whatever you want, but let me go back to where I belong.”

“Hmmm…and where is that?”

“I – I don’t know. It’s not here, but it’s far away.”

“Very far, little hyena…very far indeed…”

“I know. It will be hard, but please. I’ll do whatever it takes to pay you back. Just take me home.”

“You’ll read something for us. Can you read?”

“I…I think so. They made me…”

“That will suffice.” Mr. Bostir nodded. “Hold him by the forest. I’ll see if one of the statements will work coming from…him.”

Another bitten off insult, he could tell. There were many things that they would have called him. The guards would have called him ‘beast’. He was pretty sure that Mr. Bostir would have called him something worse.

He breathed slowly, deeply, trying to think of some kind of plan. They were going to make him read something. They didn’t think that he could read, not that well, at least, and that was true. He couldn’t. That meant that he had the chance to sell a lie better than if he was pretending to read something that he could understand completely.

[i]But what do I say?[/i]

That was the question. What the hell could he say, what the hell could he do, to get what he needed and then be able to break through to the cell?

[i]They won’t shoot at me, won’t do anything bad while the cameras are running. Which means that I can’t do anything until the cameras start. But when they do…[/i]

When they did, he had to do something, and he had to do it quickly. If he got hit with even one dart, then he was going to go down, and if that happened, there was no chance in Hell that the Snatchers would fall for the same trick twice.

This was all up to him.

#

Brecht was not happy, and the reason for his unhappiness was two-fold. One was the distant capture of the hyena slave, and the other followed directly behind him as he walked through the house, gathering his equipment.

“I don’t see why I can’t lead this little expedition,” Alton Schelton said, shaking his head. “I am the one fronting the bill for the whole thing.”

“You are providing the men, and the initial investment for paying them,” he said carefully, his tone as neutral as he could make it as he pulled a gun from the wall. “That is all.”

“You’re the one that came to me, remember?”

“Yes.”

[i]And I’ve regretted it ever since,[/i] he thought, [i]though not enough to send you away.[/i]

The operation of tracking the Snatchers had become more complicated than he had expected. The tracks leading away from the estate had gone every which way, the team that had taken Muto and Eku splitting up to keep him and his security forces from following them easily. The one track that had promise ended in a helicopter zone. The only thing that he had managed to glean from that was that they had taken a small vehicle, not a large one, which meant that it was a very short distance they could have fled to.

Unfortunately, a short distance by air was a long distance by any other means. He had yet to narrow it down further, and his sources among the city police off in the distance had yet to come through with any aerial scans.

Which meant that he needed more manpower, which meant more people and more cash paid out. Which meant that he had to tap someone with both. Which meant Schelton.

He was gritting his teeth with every word that came out of the other man’s mouth, though, and the temptation to turn and point the double-barreled shotgun at the entitled brat was almost overpowering. Almost. He had his priorities, after all.

As he slung the weapon over his shoulder, Alton reached toward the wall. Brecht caught him by the wrist.

“Don’t you dare.”

“I’m coming along, too,” the rich man said. “And I think I’d look great with those six-shooters on my hips.”

“Five shots.”

“Whatever,” Alton said, shaking his head as he tried again to reach past Brecht. One again, Brecht stopped him. “Just let me have one.”

“Have you ever used them?”

“Once.”

“And?”

“Oh, that was a simple mistake. And the slave got to the hospital in time, anyway.”

“Mm-hmm. No. You aren’t getting anything.”

“But –”

“Go wait outside. I’ll tell you when it’s time to go.”

“But –”

“Now.”

Alton stomped out of the room like a disappointed child, but at least he left, and unarmed, at that. Brecht continued arming himself, sliding a knife down either hip, and buckling several smaller pistols to his belt.

Not long after, Nina entered the room. She clutched her data-pad under her arm, and she shook her head as he glanced at her. No news yet, then. Shaking his head in return, he continued arming himself.

“Are you…sure that this is a good idea?” Nina asked.

“Involving Schelton, or going myself?”

“The latter.”

“I’m surprised it’s not the former.” Brecht shook his head. “I don’t, but I don’t trust anyone else to get this done properly. The Snatchers are being smarter this time, and that means that they’re probably working with one of the core members of the group, rather than some idealist nut. And that means that they’re going to need someone with a cool head when we find them.”

“You think that it’ll come down to hostages?”

“I think that’s a possibility.”

“…”

“The common Snatchers are zealots. They either want the anthros to stay outside of human society, or they proclaim that slavery is wrong and we need to leave them in the wild. The core members of the group, however, are more inclined to believe that there is something intrinsically inhuman about the anthros, that they cannot be taught to be trustworthy, and that no device is suitable for training them to be among humans. They believe that the anthros need to be kept in the wild for the safety of humanity, not the other way around.

“And if they cannot remove the anthro in question, then they will destroy them.”

“…You’ve seen them do it before, haven’t you, Master?”

He nodded.

“Is that why…”

“If it happens, then there needs to be someone there that can take care of it. Unlike most of Alton’s men, I have no problem with shooting my own kind.”

He would, too. Humans had made war on humans for a great many years, after all. It wasn’t like there was a taboo against it.

Finding his sniper rifle, he pulled it down, as well, trying to find a place to carry it when Alton returned to the room. The rich man held up a tablet of his own.

“You’re going to want to see this.”

“Is it something from the scout teams?”

“No. It’s…him.”

“…”

[i]They’ve hijacked a signal for this. This is going to be big.[/i]

#

Ekundayo had been placed between several trees, stripped down and even poked and prodded around the crotch to make his cock stand up just a little bit to make him look a little more…fearsome? Predatory? Something that left him shivering just a little bit as he was made to stand by the fake trees. The lights were shining down on him, making it feel all the more intense and heated, and he sweated as if he was outside, rather than just in the middle of a cold cave.

He curled his toes as he looked past the lights to the screen that Mr. Bostir wanted him to read from. The words were clear enough, and it was written in stilted, savage sort of speech, something that he never would have said even in his old language.

[i]I taken from human, and let go. I happy to be home. I say goodbye, and run under big sun, warm light, and into trees again. I happy. This where I belong.[/i]

It was a stupid little thing, something meant to make the Snatchers look reasonable, like good people. They were using this as their best chance to start getting others on their side. He’d seen other hunters do this back in his village, ones that were on the outs hunting down food and then ‘donating’ it to the people that they had been snatching it from. They lied, pretended that they were just being generous rather than just returning the food to who it really belonged to.

The Snatchers were liars…and he had a chance. A small chance.

[i]Pretend to be stupid. Not hard. They think you are.[/i]

If he could just pick the right thing to mis-read…

“Filming in three, two, one…”

All eyes were on him, including Mr. Bostir’s. Ekundayo could feel the hot stares piercing through him, nailing him to the spot. He shivered, panting, and only barely remembered to put a smile on as the humans kept staring. One of them tapped the word screen, and he nodded, speaking in a lower, guttural voice.

“I taken from humans, and held – no, let go.”

One of them started reaching for the camera, but another muttered something. Something about ‘live.’ Couldn’t stop. He kept going.

“I happy to be home. I say goodbye, and run under big lights, cold stone, and into cave – uh, trees again,” he said, hoping that it was something, anything. Caves and stone. Caves and stone. Please let that mean something to someone. “I happy. This where I belong.”

Mr. Bostir dragged a hand across his throat, and the lights turned off. The heat of their glow went away, and the chill of the cavern came back. The humans milled around, and Mr. Bostir stepped forward, pulling on his tie and adjusting it in the process. His other hand was down at his side, and Ekundayo wondered if there was a hidden weapon just around the back, some pistol or something that was meant to put him in his place if he acted out. He did his best just to stand still.

The human’s nostrils flared for a moment, followed by a look of bitter distaste. He clearly didn’t like the scent of sweaty hyena, and he didn’t seem bothered by showing his disdain. Mr. Bostir shook his head.

“You messed up.”

“I told you. I can…I can kinda read.”

“That was as simple as it could be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hmmph. It’ll have to do…”

“What’s wrong? You’ll take me home, right?”

“Guards,” Mr. Bostir called.

“What about home?” Ekundayo asked, leaning forward, only for Mr. Bostir to pull something from his hip. It was sharp, sharp enough to leave a hint of red just under his chest fur. “What…”

“Stay back…we will do what we said. But in our time, not yours.”

“…”

“Back.”

He stepped back a pace, and by then, the guards had arrived. No sooner had they stepped into view than Mr. Bostir’s weapon had disappeared, slid back where it had been hidden to start with. Even with a hunter’s instincts, he couldn’t quite tell where the weapon’s sheath was, or where it had been stuffed away.

“Take him to the secondary cell,” Mr. Bostir said. “We’ll keep him there until the rest of processing is done.”

“Yes, sir.”

Processing. That meant that they were going to continue. Whatever they’d wanted from him, they hadn’t quite gotten. They wanted someone that would do what they wanted, properly.

But secondary cell…

Ekundayo didn’t know what was going to happen to him next, but he didn’t think that it was going to go well for him. The guards holding his arms were rougher than the others, and the way that they flicked their eyes over him, he was pretty sure that they were not going to be as nice as the other humans.

#

Brecht looked up from the screen. That had been Eku, alright, though it hadn’t been quite right. The hyena was naked, half-aroused, though not from the drugs. Eyes were too clear for that. Someone had gotten to him, rubbing him up a few times.

[i]And not saying the right script, either…[/i]

Eku was a sneaky hyena, but that didn’t mean that his tricks fooled everyone. Brecht had learned how the anthro thought, and how his body worked. There was a language to the face all its own, and he saw what was truth, and what was a lie.

Or rather, what was meant to be truth, and what was a lie.

[i]The scrunched brow, like he was thinking…[/i]

That had happened with ‘stone’ and ‘cave’, and ‘cold,’ too. That meant that they weren’t in the jungle. Couldn’t be, anyway, since there wasn’t any nearby, and there hadn’t been time – even on supersonic aircraft – for any Snatchers to have dragged Eku all the way back to some warm, daylight jungle since the kidnapping. Which meant that they were nearby, which meant that they were in a cave.

He turned to Schelton. The brat shook his head.

“That doesn’t make sense,” Alton muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean? Is he stupid?”

“No. He’s just smart enough to give us a clue.”

“Well, [i]I[/i] don’t get it, so it’s not a very good clue.”

“Is there a cave nearby?” Brecht asked.

“Um, several. Why?”

“Any of them particularly chilled?”

“What’s the point of –”

“Answer me, man.”

He had let just a hint of his anger at that moment through, and it made a dent in the arrogance that Alton carried himself with. His ‘sponsor’ blinked a few times, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, before finally nodding.

“Yes. The Coventree Caves, up in the mountains. About twenty miles from here.”

“That’s where they’re being held. Cold stones, cave, has to be.”

Twenty miles. Which meant that they were going to have to hurry; after that much of a debacle live, that meant that they’d be clearing out before long. The anthros that would be useful to their cause to release would be taken with them. Those that were going to be so much dead weight…whoever was in charge was going to order them taken care of in a different way. Probably dead, or at the very best, mentally broken beyond repair.

He thought of Muto, and immediately winced. That one would make such a pain of himself that there was no way that he would be allowed to come along. He’d be shot, made an example of so that the rest of the anthros fell in line. He had little doubt of it.

“Get your men packed up, Schelton. We’re moving out. Now.”

#

They led the hyena to the ‘secondary cell,’ which happened to be a cluster of smaller cells, where individual species were being kept. He saw a horse in one cell, and a dog in another, but there were scant few individuals here. The two of them still had their collars, as well, and they…well, suffice to say, they were not in good shape. They were on all fours, their asses raised, their holes oozing and their cocks throbbing. Their collars beeped, dispensing drugs into their systems to keep them aroused and docile, from what he could tell.

And the humans, from the way that they kept one hand on his arms and one hand on his ass cheeks, were going to do the same to him.

One of them opened the third cell from the tunnel, holding it open. The other pushed him towards it, rubbing his rump a few times.

“Get in there. You’re gonna earn getting taken home, heh.”

“I think that this guy’s gonna be better than the others. He’s easy.”

“Heh, he got hard fast enough on camera.”

“Think his ass is gonna feel good?”

“I bet it will…”

Well, as if he needed confirmation. Ekundayo looked down. They both had a key at their belts, which meant that even if he got away from them, they could just unlock the cell and let themselves loose. If he was going to get away, if he was going to get back to the cells where all the others were…

[i]Just have to get back there…just have to get to them before I break…[/i]

They followed him into the cell, one still rubbing his ass, pulling at the muscular cheeks. The other rubbed a hand along his collar.

“So, beast, you been trained?”

“Trained for…for what?” he asked.

“For pleasure.”

“…”

“Heh, I think you have. Look at how fast you got hard…and how much you still are.”

The hyena gritted his teeth, trying not to think about that too much. The feeling of stiffness down there hadn’t entirely gone away, and with the humans looming over him, he could remember how things had gone with Brecht, and with Muto. His body had loved being on the bottom, being used, being rutted. There was something intrinsically intense about it, and while he hadn’t liked some of the other stuff…he couldn’t deny that there was some pleasure to be had in being used.

“Tell you what, beast. You get down on your knees right now, and we’ll let you do this without the drugs. You fight it, and we’ll make sure that you get a double-dose, and you don’t get off…”

The threat was real, and he knew it. They could make his life a living hell if he didn’t go along with it. What little life there might be left for him, that was. He bit his lip, slowly lowering himself to his knees.

“That’s a good little beast. Open up, now…”

The one in front of him was not being that careful, but he could imagine that the one behind him was keeping a careful eye on what he was doing. He was a ‘wild beast’, after all, and they weren’t even pretending about that, now. He kept his eyes straight ahead, his nose picking up the scent of arousal from the human male in front of him. There was no mistaking it, no getting around it.

And unlike the other smells that he had gotten half-used to, this one didn’t really grab him, didn’t make him want it. Was it something in the collar, about not being drugged? Or was there something different about –

[i]Forget Brecht.[/i]

That was not something or someone that he needed to be concerned about right then. He needed to think about the moment at hand. If he didn’t fool them, if he got drugged, then he was utterly fucked.

[i]Just go through with this. Follow their orders. Find a weak point. Wait until they’re not paying attention, and then take charge.[/i]

That was all that he could do. That was what Muto had suggested, to be helpful until they were too inattentive to notice him doing little things, to look like he was doing what they wanted until they were no longer trying to stop him, until they trusted him, or at the very least, until they were no longer afraid of him.

That shouldn’t take long. Sex made people stupid.

The human in front of him dropped his pants, showing off a cock that was already mostly hard…and rather tiny. No more than four inches, throbbing and dripping. It would have been a bit laughable in another situation.

Instead, it was just another dagger. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and he began his work. The taste of sweat and unwashed pre-cum was thick around the shaft, making him wonder how long since this human had last showered. Too long, he imagined, far too long.

Lick, lap, lick, and soon he could taste fresh pre-cum coming from the tip, running down along his tongue and giving him a better sample of the human’s taste. Still horrible, still not great, but more tolerable.

He worked his head up, dragging it along the shaft proper up to the tip. He licked over the dripping hole there, cleaning it to allow more to come through, and he could hear the slap-fap sound of the human behind him starting to jerk off.

[i]Almost…almost…[/i]

They were almost distracted enough. He just had to –

“Okay, that’s enough licking. Time to see how you take it.”

His ears were grabbed, and he had just enough time to realize what was going to happen before it did. The human yanked him forward, almost pulling his ears off as he was made to suck that cock all the way to the base. He groaned, feeling it traveling not even all the way back in his muzzle, feeling the four inches just sitting in his mouth. It thrust over his tongue, and then up against the roof of his mouth, almost hitting his teeth again and again as the human just humped away.

“Better not let him feel any teeth, beast.”

The other human was still there, his cock oozing down along the back of Ekundayo’s neck, running so close to the collar. He wished that he could believe that it would short the collar out, but he knew better; the damn thing would be impossible to escape that easily. He groaned, glukked, and huffed as he was pulled back and forth, his face used hard, the other human jerking his cock faster, firmer.

And despite himself, he stayed hard, too, his dick dripping down over his thighs as he remained on his knees. He hated the fact that he had learned to remain hard for humans, that his cock would stay up while he did this. Thrust, thrust, that skinny, tiny dick running over his tongue, using him, forcing him to suck it –

“Mmmph…fuck…he’s got a good mouth…”

“Hehehehe, looks like the little slut likes it.”

“He better…mmph…they don’t deserve human dick.”

“They’re easy, though. Good for it.”

[i]Hypocrites,[/i] Ekundayo thought. He hadn’t had the word for it before, but he did now. Hypocrites. They looked down on him and other ‘beasts’, but they still did more to them, wanted them more than they wanted their own species. They kept going on about how much worse than humans they were, but…

Suck, thrust, suck, thrust. He used the anger to keep from focusing on his cock, on how hard it was. He forced himself to focus on the moment at hand, instead, waiting for that instant where it would be possible to act. The human in front of him was humping away, not caring about the fact that he had his cock buried in the jaws of a hyena, while the human behind him was leaning very, very close. It would just be a matter of who came first…

It ended up being the guy behind him. The human moaned, the first spurt of cum hit the back of Ekundayo’s head, and the hyena reacted. He slammed his head back, head-butting the human in the sac. Even as he slumped back, clutching his crotch, the hyena brought his fist up, punching his mouth-rapist in the balls.

It was more than enough to send them both toppling to the ground. Gasping for breath, he lunged forward, grabbing the keycard from the first human’s belt, then whipped around to do the same to the other guard. By the time that he had gotten out of the cell, they were struggling to their feet, but they were too slow. He slammed the cell door shut, leaving them locked inside.

“Nnnngh…you…you bastard…”

“Don’t you want to…want to get sent home?”

“…You were never going to send me home,” Ekundayo said, shaking his head. “And if you think I’m stupid enough to believe that anymore, you’re wrong.”

Knowing that they were going to start shouting for the other humans, he started running. If he was quick – and he could be – then he could make it back to the communal cell before anyone else was taken for filming. Once they were all free, then it was going to be that much harder for the humans to put them back in their cells. Mr. Bostir was dangerous, but he wouldn’t be dangerous to all of them at once, particularly now that they couldn’t be taken by surprise anymore.

The humans were well-equipped, but the anthros were stronger.

#

Brecht sat in the lead jeep with Nina at his side. The mouse had pulled on a bodysuit that was made of fabric ‘armor,’ meant to harden on impact to keep the wearer safe. She carried a small pair of pistols at her sides, and her hands were delicately folded over her lap.

It was a marked departure from her expression, which refused to settle into the calm collectiveness that she usually had. Instead, it lurched between anger and fear, and only occasionally settled into a temporary alliance and merger of the two before leaping to one extreme again.

“We have time,” Brecht said.

“I know.”

“You don’t seem to.”

“I’m…concerned.”

“So long as the status quo maintains itself, they won’t have any reason to do anything foolish.”

So long as the status quo was maintained, then they would not have any reason to believe that someone was coming to take their prizes from them. Brecht had figured out what Eku was trying to say, but he doubted that the Snatchers had quite understood what was going on. So long as Eku didn’t make a move that would destabilize everything…

Well, that might be hoping for something impossible. He leaned forward, muttering to the driver to go faster. The jeep picked up speed on the dirt trail that led up to Coventree Caves. Nina gave him a look as he sat down again, but said nothing.

He was sure that nothing bad would happen provided that Eku didn’t start anything. There was the possibility that someone might report their convoy, kickstarting an evacuation early – there had been several silhouettes on the mountainside watching them go by – but provided that they kept a low profile, just moving on like some cluster of campers going for a late-night cookout or something…

[i]Provided that Eku does nothing stupid…[/i]

But the hyena had made a career as a Domesticated doing stupid things. Everything that he did was a resistance against the changes in his life, a rage against the way that he had been forced to become something different.

Brecht sympathized, but he hoped that this was the one time that the hyena [i]didn’t[/i] fight back. If he did, then they were going to have a war on their hands. A bigger one than if they just showed up –

BANG!

The sudden gunshot from one of the jeeps behind knocked him out of his quiet contemplation. He looked up, saw someone falling from a ridge further up the road, and then slowly looked over his shoulder. Alton was standing in the back of one of the jeeps, pumping his fist for what he doubtlessly assumed was a ‘good shot.’

[i]…Well, even if Eku doesn’t cause trouble, we may have just caused it ourselves. As soon as that Snatcher doesn’t report in…[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Ekundayo tries to find a way out, and Brecht bites the bullet to track down his property.

Tags: M/M, Hyena, Human, Collar, Slave, Lies, Series, Speciesism, Human Superiority, Humiliation, Conditioning, Forced Erection, Orgasm, Cum, Oral, Face-fucking, Sweat, Musk, Pre-Cum,