FSE

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The first chapter in a new story series. A thousand "Thank you!"s to Teiran and Slothdog for feedback and editing assitance!

And so, without further delay, please enjoy.

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For what felt like the hundredth time, Luke checked his watch. He wasn't sure what he was doing here.

Well... that wasn't quite right. The coyote knew what he was doing here. He just wasn't convinced he should be here. And the long wait in the empty, dimly lit conference room was only making him more doubtful.

Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe he should just leave --

The door to the conference room opened behind him. Luke turned his head and looked over his shoulder just in time to see the man he was scheduled to meet, a cheetah of indeterminate age wearing a business suit and an easy smile.

Had Luke been allowed to think upon it further, he would have likened the smile to the unflattering comparison of a used car salesman. As it happened, though, the cheetah spoke too quickly, directing the conversation to where he wanted it to go with practiced ease.

"Hello, Mr. Burnet. My name is Miles Aric, very sorry for your wait. Can I make it up to you? Perhaps a drink? Some bourbon perhaps?"

The two extended their arms in a brief handshake, and Luke stammered a reply.

"Uhh, no. Thank you. I don't drink. But please, call me Luke."

"Of course, Luke. We pride ourselves on making our guests comfortable however we can." The cheetah took a seat in a chair just a couple feet away from Luke on the same side of the conference room table. "Well, since we've already wasted so much of your valuable time, let's just cut the chase, shall we? What can we do for you, Luke?"

Once again, the coyote felt the anxiety creep back up towards the back of his throat.

"It's... hard to put into words, Mr. Aric. It's a bit of an unusual request."

"Luke, let me assure you, unusual requests are our specialty. Nothing you say is likely to surprise me, and odds are, I've even heard it before. Why don't you just walk me through it in the simplest way you know how, in your own words?"

The coyote reached out to the untouched glass of water in front of him and took a long sip of water before nodding.

"Well... ummm, I've been pretty successful in many parts of my life. I started my own tech company... patented some innovative designs... and eventually sold that company for a decent amount of money. There was even an article about me in Forbes a few months back, if you can believe it."

Aric's smile grew broad enough for his pearly white incisors to become visible.

"Oh, I know who you are, Luke. I never meet with anyone without reading up on them first. In your case, however, that was unnecessary. You made quite a splash with your cloud-data syncing software. If memory serves, your company achieved a forty-five percent market saturation before you sold the company -- making you officially as wealthy as you are brilliant. Or so the rumors go. But past is prologue, as they say. Talk to me about today, Luke."

Luke fought down the nervous voice in the back of his head pleading with him to get up and leave and took another sip of water.

"It's just that... success in business hasn't brought me the... satisfaction I thought it would. There's something... missing, from my life. It was mentioned to me by a mutual acquaintance that your organization specializes in particular... products to fill this sort of gap."

Aric leaned back in his chair and let his keen instincts perform a gut check on the meek computer geek sitting before him. In this business it never hurt to be too careful. The cheetah was prepared to conclude the meeting at a moment's notice if anything seemed even slightly off or false.

Seeing no reason to pull the ripcord just yet, Aric decided to proceed with caution. After all, past meetings with wealthy clients had proved very rewarding for the cheetah.

"You've heard correctly, Luke. We do indeed specialize in a number of products that have made many well-to-do men, such as yourself, very satisfied with their home life. I'm obliged at this point in our conversation, Mr. Burnet, to insist that you be a bit more specific regarding the exact nature of your request. For liability reasons, you understand."

Despite having a firm policy against imbibing, Luke suddenly experienced acute regret for turning down the man's earlier offer of bourbon. Despite years of fantasies and daydreams, he'd never actually expressed his true desires out loud... much less to a stranger.

"I'm looking for a... man. Someone to be there for me... when I come home. Someone who shares... certain interests of mine."

"And these interests... are they sexual in nature?"

Hearing it in such stark terms made the coyote blush furiously under his fur. He took another drink of water in an attempt to squelch the heat he felt in his face.

"Yes..."

"Mr. Burnet, please, allow me to put you at ease. When I mentioned earlier than you were unlikely to say anything that would surprise me, this is specifically what I was referring to. Now that you've outlined your desires, allow me to push on ahead to a few key details. Would that be alright with you, Luke?"

Luke let out the breath he'd been holding. The cheetah wasn't going to treat him like some sort of deviant. "Yes! Please."

"The Organization I represent offers a number of sensual products, trained to fulfill a variety of sexual and emotional needs. Not to sound too crass, but, as I'm guessing you've already heard, these products used to be men and women. However, by the time we sell them to upstanding clients, such as yourself, this is no longer the case. By then, the product fully understands its place in the world, and, as such, is guaranteed to energetically serve your needs without a trace of resentment. Now, it goes without saying that the products we offer do tend to be quite expensive... some might say exorbitantly so. But, I'm sure that for a man of your wealth, the price tag is of little concern. With your permission, I'd like to ask you a few quick questions so that we can find you the ideal match. Would you like me to proceed, Mr. Burnet?"

"Oh... uh, yes. Please continue."

This part of the conversation had always been Aric's favorite -- getting rich, powerful men to divulge their darkest desires and most shameful kinks. Fetishes that, under normal circumstances, they would never consider divulging, even under oath. He let a fresh smirk creep across his face, and began.

"Are you looking for a man or a woman... or something in-between?"

Luke gripped the glass of water so tightly his knuckles began to silently ache in protest.

"A man."

"And this man... which word best describes: Beautiful or handsome?"

"Handsome."

"I see. Next question... lean or muscular?"

"Muscular."

"Tall, average, or short?"

"... Average. No, tall."

"There are no wrong answers here, Mr. Burnet. Your responses will just be used to allow us to provide you with an initial catalog of products that you might find appealing. If we need to refine our search later on, we can certainly do so. Now, next question. Which best describes the product's attitude towards you: Submissive, adoring, or worshipful?"

Unconsciously fidgeting in his chair, Luke quietly said, "None of those are quite right, I'm afraid."

Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Aric made sure to keep the rest of his face passive and non-judgmental as he responded, "Oh? Perhaps you could supply me with a few descriptors in place of the sample ones I provided."

Refusing to make eye contact with the cheetah, the coyote stared attentively at the half-empty glass in front of him for a few moments, as he collected his thoughts. Finally, he broke the silence with, "Possessive. Forceful. Domineering."

For a few seconds, Aric was at a loss. This had never happened before. What the coyote was describing wasn't a slave... it was a Master. Still, the cheetah's past experience had prepared him to pivot seamlessly, however the situation dictated. A good businessman was always flexible.

"Luke... am I right in concluding that you're looking for a man to take charge of your sex life? An assertive man who will dictate terms to you in the bedroom?"

"Yes... that's it precisely. If that's possible, I mean."

"I regret to say that we currently don't have any product in stock that meets your criteria." Still sensing an opportunity for profit, Aric continued. "However... there are other options available, which might meet your needs."

For a soul-crushing moment, Luke was deeply embarrassed at exposing himself like he did and being told that they didn't cater to his desires. Hearing that the cheetah had more to say renewed his hope somewhat though.

"While our product is trained to be demure and respectful, we have in our employ certain individuals who could be described using the adjectives you provided. They are called 'Trainers', and not only are they hired based on certain physical and mental characteristics, they also receive extensive education while on staff that makes them adept at sexual dominance. Occasionally the Organization will lease out these Trainers to third parties, and on rare occasions might even transfer their contract entirely -- with the Trainer's permission, of course. If you'd like, we can discuss the possibility of drafting up a contract where a Trainer -- one who meets your criteria -- would enter into your employment. This would allow him to leverage his expertise and experience to provide you with the... forceful dominance you desire. How does that sound to you?"

Luke was torn. On the one hand, this sounded even closer to his lusty daydreams than he had ever imagined finding in real life. On the other hand, he had heard some disturbing rumors about the methods and techniques the Organizations trainers used to prepare their 'products' for service. Still... talking about it wouldn't hurt anything... right?

"Al-alright. If you think that's a workable option..."

Mind working lightning fast, Aric's analyzed his options on the fly and worked to close the deal. 'Always Be Closing', as they like to say. Taking out his wallet, he extracted his encrypted key card before swiping it through a hidden slot on the side of the table. With a subdued hum, his section of the conference table came to life, lights flashing, as a flat screen monitor rose from a hidden compartment in the faux-wood finish.

The cheetah flicked the monitor around, hiding it from the coyote's view. He used the touch-screen interface to pull up the employee database. A quick search based on the coyote's stated preferences brought up six Trainers that might be suitable, while the coyote stared blankly and scratched his foot against the plush carpet.

A few moments and another flick across the screen later, Aric displayed a handful of photos from the database onto the surface of the table itself, directly in front of Luke.

"Just off the top of my head, here are six Trainers which you might find to be... attractive prospects. Take a look and see if any of these grab your attention."

Luke was caught completely by surprise by the half dozen pictures that appeared on the surface of the conference table. Not because of the technology itself. He seen more impressive tech over the last few years. He'd help to invent it and patent some of it, to be fair. But rather because of the content of the photos.

In each picture stood a man who was the epitome of masculinity, the personification of manliness. Each and every one of them could have passed for Hercules' half-brother. And, best of all in the coyote's opinion, they were each fully naked and fully hard. These could have been pinups from a bestselling smut magazine or an escort/hook-up website.

The first male was a bull, who not only had exaggerated muscles -- he had exaggerated everything: His peach-sized balls, long-but-slender cock, and horns that seemed to go on forever. Apparently having decided to have fun with the photo shoot, the Trainer had used his left hand to grab the base of his ball sack, then, using that grip, pushed his hefty nuts out towards the camera, as if offering them to the viewer for worship.

There was also some text description with a bit of information about the bull's personality and what his specialties were. He was clearly a bodybuilder, but he specialized in making slaves into muscled studs like himself. The trainer was someone who could take a skinny boy and turn them into an Adonis that would lick his master's boots, and was especially adept at making his slaves worship a man's body and muscles with their mouth and tongue. A slave that would adore and love his master completely, even if treated a tad harshly at times. In real life, a pampered feral dog might be expected to be completely loyal, but the sentient pets the bull trained would be an expert at the art of pleasing a man with their lips and tongue.

Luke had a sudden jolt of understanding as he read that. That was what the Trainer might do to him, if he picked the bull. He'd end up kneeling at those hooves, lavishing the man's feet with his mouth before moving onto to lick his abs, nipples, and armpits.

Next was a dragon. A winged red dragon, no less. That particular genetic trait had dwindled until only a few thousand left in the world had it... and here one of them was pictured in front of him. With ridges-covered dark-red member intimidatingly erect, he was decked out in stunning black leather harnesses that seemed strained to the breaking point against his dark scales.

According to the file's description, the dragon's specialty was discipline and bondage. He had a record of taking even the most unruly of slaves and turning them into completely obedient and worshipful servants -- someone who could be ordered to serve food at formal events or to act as a footstool for a master's pleasure, without a single slip in discipline that might embarrass the Master. Luke's mouth watered and he could imagine being held down under that dragon's body... being dominated as he was fucked doggy style. His entire body would easily be able to fit underneath the large frame of the dragon.

The third profile was of a lion; his groomed golden mane flowing like you'd only expect to see in a shampoo commercial. He had the smallest cock and balls of the bunch, it seemed, but in terms of sheer muscular definition there was no comparison. His abs and pectorals might as well have been chiseled out of stone. Luke adored his attitude as well, which was apparent from the easy-going arrogant smile and flexed right arm, showing off the Trainer's bicep.

The lion was even more of a bodybuilder like the bull had been, but unlike the bull who focused on altering his slaves to be strong, the lion apparently specialized in endurance training. The Trainer made sure that his product could withstand any pain, be put through any trial, and, not only endure, but in the end be grateful to the master for his attention. To worship the ground he walked on.

Next up was a hyena. Unlike the others, he posed both front and back in two separate photos, eagerly showing off his ass as well as his rugged upper body and cock. The hyena's dick was thick and black, and he grinned with the self-assurance of someone who always got what he wanted. Clearly a bad boy, he had decided to relieve himself during the photo shoot at some point, using his large, thick cock to direct a mighty stream of urine past the camera, presumably to spray down the unseen photographer. While not as muscular as the lion nor as imposing as the dragon, he was clearly the tallest of the bunch.

The text noted that the hyena was specialized in making slaves who would adore even the most neglectful or oft-absent master. The Trainer molded product so that they adored their masters, even when they were humiliated. disrespected, or ignored entirely. A slave perfect for a master who was a single man that wanted dinner ready on the table when he got home, a blowjob every morning, sex at arbitrary or unexpected times of the day, and for the slave to get out of his way when it wasn't needed. There was also a small footnote about him being a switch too, and Luke was a little amused that it was mentioned in a negative context -- a black mark on the Trainer's record, despite him using slaves as if they were toys to be discarded. Luke shuddered as he thought about the hyena on top of him, riding the coyote's cock for his own pleasure.

He was a big, gruff, and jovial hyena who would force Luke into loving him even if Luke didn't want too, like a battered wife might. Looking at the pictures, Luke felt like his pants might burst open from the strain of containing his raging hard-on.

The fifth picture was a brown Clydesdale. Perhaps predictably, the horse had the biggest endowment of the six cocks on display. He was also the only one to have brought a prop in with him for the photo shoot: a foot long ruler that you might find in grade school classroom, which he was holding up next to his length. The reason for doing so was immediately apparent, as the Clydesdale's pole extended an inch or two past the ruler, rendering it useless at providing accurate dimensions of his true length. It was clear from the horse's humored expression that he thought this was a hoot.

The description stated that the horse specialized in making his charges completely submissive. His trained slaves would do, at the snap of his fingers, anything at all. He had an entire list of positions and commands that he taught to each product he got his hands on, and all of his trained slaves would prance like a pony or bark like a dog on command. Teaching perfect gag-free deepthroating was also a specialty of his, which, considering how big the horse's dick is, was no surprise.

The final picture was of a Great Dane. With a stern expression, he stared directly through the lens of the camera and into the coyote's eyes. While not as massive, or as muscular, or as big cocked as some of the other Trainers, there was something about his bearing that caused a submissive shiver to run down Luke's back. There was also something else than made him stand out from the previous pictures -- he had a knot that looked to be bigger than the coyote's balled fist.

His specialty was mentioned as also being able to bring about perfect submission in product, but unlike the cultured and precise submission that the horse would cultivate in a slave, the dog made his slaves into complete omegas. They would become irreversibly subservient bitches who lived to service their master -- slaves that expected to be beaten or fucked at a whim by his alpha, as well as the leader's entire pack. Luke was frightened by those eyes, even though the rich techie couldn't stop himself from imagining the Great Dane bending him over this conference table, insisting that the coyote's ass accommodate the orange-sized knot that resided at the base of his length.

Monitoring the coyote's facial expressions closely as the potential client reviewed the candidates, Aric knew he had appraised the situation correctly. He also understood that, if handled with appropriate consideration and due-diligence, he stood to make a great deal more money than the sale of a single slave. The cheetah's mind spun out possible scenarios like golden thread as he planned to position himself three steps ahead of the coyote.

"I take it you approve of the candidate pool? Remember: with just a sweep of your pen on a contract, any one of these man can take you to sexual heights you've never imagined. Have you found a favorite yet?"

This was almost too much for Luke. They were all so... so... uniquely perfect, in their own way. If the cheetah had offered him just one of these, the coyote was sure he would have accepted on the spot. But to choose from among the six? It would feel he was forever shutting the door on the remaining five. And in fact, that was probably an accurate assessment. His gut told him that each Trainer would be a totally different experience. Each would treat him entirely different from the others. The need to select just a single Trainer paralyzed his decision making process.

"I'm not sure... I can't decide. They are all incredibly hot. Can I have some time to decide?"

"Certainly, Mr. Burnet. However, there are a couple of other matters that we'll need to attend to, before we can begin to turn your fantasies into reality."

Unwilling to tear his eyes away from the pictures on the table, Luke responded with a somewhat distracted sounding, "Oh?"

"Yes. Our Trainers have that job title for a very specific reason: They train product. This implies two things: Time and discipline. Should you desire to hire one of our Trainer's, you'll be volunteering yourself as the product to be trained, as it were. This means that certain rights and privileges that you've become accustomed to will be... curtailed. In addition, our Trainers are used to being able to work their magic over a multi-month long timeline. It would be unreasonable to expect them to accomplish their tasks in a few days or weeks. This being the case, the shortest contract duration we could offer you would be six months in length. To word that another way: half a year's time. During this period, the Trainer would have access to you twenty-four/seven. You'd have to provide them with a key to your house. A garage door opener. Even the combination to your safe, should they deem it necessary. Of course, after the duration of the contract expires, your life will return to normal, just as it is now. But while the contract is in effect, you'll be confined to the boundaries set forth by the Trainer you've hired. But that is what you're looking for... isn't it? Someone who will be possessive... forceful... domineering."

Luke felt like he was standing on the edge of a very steep cliff... with a very deep chasm below him. This is what he'd always fantasized about, wasn't it? A handsome stud to run roughshod over him in the bedroom? But, at the same time, the coyote was a code engineer by trade -- a pragmatist. He understood what these men were trained to do. Their profession was breaking men. He was sure that each of these men had a history of turning men who were braver and stronger willed than himself into pliable submissive, destined to be sold as product to any person able to afford them.

While he wouldn't sign any contract that allowed for the possibility of permanent enslavement or being sold to a third party, Luke still wasn't sure who he'd become after six months under the unflinching tutelage of a Trainer. Is that really what he wanted... what he desired?

The coyotes crotch certainly had a strong opinion on the subject. His needy tackle begged him to accept the cheetah's offer. To do whatever it took to ensure that he was allowed to worship at the feet of one of these god-like-men.

"I'll... uhh... need to see the contract first. Being treated like 'product' is... not something I can get behind. If you would, please make the contract very explicit on that particular point."

"But of course, Mr. Burnet. The Organization's only goal in this arrangement is to meet the needs of our client. There is, however, also the consideration of compensation. Our Trainer's expect to be paid handsomely when we lease them out like this. Needless to say, the sum we'll be asking will be in the seven figure range. I take it that won't be an issue for you?"

Somewhere between one million and ten million dollars?! Luke supposed he shouldn't be too shocked by the number. It's not like a person can run to the corner store to pick up what the Organization was selling. And these people were used to dealing with people with very, very deep pockets. Looking at the six Adonises in front of him, the wealthy coyote knew that he'd pay whatever they asked of him.

Nodding tersely, Luke replied, "That's fine. I understand."

"Excellent. Well, in that case, there's just one more matter to attend to. Due to the fact that arrangement will require a large measure of... subservience from you, I'll need proof that you are entering into the contract in good faith. A display of obedience on your part."

"I'm not sure I follow you, Mr. Aric."

Smiling smugly, the cheetah scooted up a bit in his chair, and allowed his knees to spread a few inches wider apart.

"I think you do, Luke. I think you know exactly what you need to do to earn a shot with one of those men. I think you'd better impress me, if you don't want me to call this whole thing off. And I think you're going to enjoy impressing me, aren't you?"

Turning his head away from the pictures for the first time since they appeared on the table, the coyote looked at the business man, only to find that the cheetah was rubbing his bulge through the fabric of his dress pants.

"Mr. Aric... I'm not sure that this is appropriate --"

"Luke, in forty-five seconds I'm walking out of this conference room unless you give me a reason to stay. Before I leave, I'll be booting down the computer, and this will be the last time you will lay eyes on any of those men that you seem to be pining for. Prove to them how much you want them, Mr. Burnet. Prove it to yourself."

"Mr. Aric-"

"Now that I'm finished talking, you only have thirty seconds before I get up and leave -- and it'll take least ten of those seconds to extract me from my pants. Decide. Now."

Hearing this, two clusters of the coyote's brain fired off, both vying for control of the canid. One cluster made up Luke's higher-reasoning faculties, which attempted to employ his negotiating skills by warning him that this was a simple 'manufactured scarcity' ploy by the manipulative cheetah. The other cluster consisted of his more primitive urges, compelling him to get going while the going was good. It pleaded with Luke that he couldn't have come this far just to watch what he most desired slip through his fingers.

The result of the interaction between these two mental processes was debilitating indecision. Luke felt his heart race, his ears burn, and his eyes become unfocused as he gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands.

Seconds ticked by as the war waged on in the coyote's head. Aric could see the hesitation on his face. With an audible sigh, Aric stood up from his chair.

"Well, Mr. Burnet, I'm sorry that we weren't able to come to an accord on this point. I wish you the best of luck in all your future endeavors --"

Seeing the client push himself out of his chair and onto his knees, the cheetah stopped speaking. There was no need to continue this the song and dance any further. He knew that he was winning this test of wills.

Luke reached out with both hands, hesitated a moment before taking the business man's zipper between two fingers, and paused, clearly still very unsure of himself.

"Luke... take a moment and think of those six gorgeous men you were just ogling. If any of them were here, what do you think they'd want you to do? Do you think that any of those hunks are turned on by prudes or cowards? You know better than that. You know exactly what they would be telling you... no, ordering you to do. Unzip my pants and use your muzzle for what it was meant for: pleasing a real man."

As a last ditch effort, Luke's higher functions tried a final, desperate appeal. It told him that if he gave in now, he'd be placing himself on a treacherous path from which he'd never be able to return from. This was it -- his last chance to call all this nonsense off. His last chance to be his own man, self respect intact. If he gave in now, next time he'd give in even easier. And the next. And the next, until he would roll over like an obedient puppy for anyone or anything. Please, his brain pleaded with him, get up and walk out now. While you still can.

To Aric, the conflict playing out over the kneeling coyote's face was more potent than the any of the various aphrodisiacs created by the Organization's chemists. While he appreciated the pleasures of fully broken slave as much as the next man, nothing came close to the rare treat of a man who simultaneously loved and hated what was being done to him. He relished the notion that Luke might, at any moment, decide to stand up and walk out. It was the thrill of the hunt that attracted him the most. He had baited the trap as artfully as he knew how... now everything depended on the craftiness of his prey.

Would the cautious instincts of the prey pick up on the smell of danger and make him scamper away? Or would the succulent offering laid out before him prove to be his undoing? The uncertainty made Aric's member throb inside his underwear and he closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

A second later, the Master had his answer.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the audible zip of the fly of his trousers being undone. The cheetah felt a paw reach in through the breach, between the gap in the cloth underwear, until it made contact with his almost painfully aroused meat.

From there, a quick tug pulled his cock out into the open.

Any second now... just a few seconds longer... annnnnd--

'Touchdown,' Aric thought to himself, as he felt a moist warmth ingulf the majority of his rod.

If you had come into that room just at that moment, you would have never have guessed that the coyote was so gun shy earlier. Luke was practically attacking the cheetah's dick, tongue wrapping around the pole, the saliva slick muscle mauling as it pulled the musky treat towards the back of his throat.

For years he'd been aching for this... desperate for a dominant brute to take him firmly in hand. He moaned softly around the cock as his taste buds detected the first squirt of pre-cum, and it took all he could not to shame himself further by whimpering. He clamped his lips around the cheetah's cock, and the cat smiled and reached down to scratch behind his ears.

Reaching up with his hands, the businessmen worked his tie off from around his neck. As much as he would like to simply sit back and enjoy the oral ministrations of one of the world's richest and most eligible bachelors, until the contract was signed he still had a job to do. Not that he wouldn't be enjoying himself at the same time.

After removing the tie, in a flash he brought it to the client's head, wrapping it around a couple times before tying it off with a lazy knot to turn into a makeshift blindfold. The head games he had planned would be a great deal more effective if he could let the coyote's natural submissive impulses do the heavy lifting for him.

"Luke, this is exactly where you need to be right now. It's good that you're being so honest with me... honest with yourself. You've allowed your true self to make itself known today, and that deserves a reward, doesn't it? While you perform a muzzle-job on a superior male, I want you to think about what form that reward will take."

Aric let his fingers comb through the cocksucker's fur... between his ears and past, to the back of the neck. He wanted Luke to feel safe, content, and at peace with his decision. The inevitable emotions of regret and anxiety could wait.

"Will it be the bull? You know those balls of his aren't just for show. I bet he'll make you spend hours and hours in front of his easy chair, focused solely on worshiping those orbs of his... a true breeder's sack. In fact, I'd guarantee it. I recall that his last product was trained to use its tongue as an alarm bell, licking silently to bring the Trainer awake each morning. Only trouble is, I also heard he's quite the deep sleeper. It would often take the product over an hour to wake him up, at which point his entire body had been licked, feet to horns and everything in between, twice over."

Aric felt both of Luke's hands come up to gently cup and massage his balls as the canid continued nurse on his cockhead, and Aric knew knew his words were getting through to the man. He let years of marketing experience take over; the cheetah decided that the best thing he could do right now to close the deal was make a custom pitch for each of the unique offerings on the table.

"Or perhaps the horse? I bet you're a bit of a size queen, aren't you? Well, you'll be glad to know he's the largest Trainer we have in that department, bar none. You're going to be cutting us a very large check, arent you? Don't you deserve the most bang for your buck? It's also worth mentioning that he has a particular fondness for dogs. He'd be quite taken with you, I'd imagine. I overheard some gossip that he actually owns a pet feral dog himself that he uses during training sessions. Perhaps just to offer an example of what proper obedience looks like? Though, some of the juicier tales say he enjoys watching his loyal companion... couple, with the product. Who's to say whether or not there's any truth to that, of course."

Aric gripped the coyote's ears and pulled on them until his nose was pressed up flush against pubic fur. The businessman loved the way Luke's throat muscles flexed around his length, as if unsure what to do with the foreign intruder that was making breathing so difficult. While certainly no horse in the tackle department, the cheetah had certainly made more than his fair number of slaves gag in his day.

"Then again, maybe there's only one of the Trainers that has the type of size you're really looking for. Would you like that alpha dog to show you your place? Did you know that according to his file, that particular Great Dane's average knotting time is over half an hour? And speaking about fun facts, he has a bit of a reputation for insisting his partners take the whole kit-and-kaboodle during their very first session with him, knot and all. Perhaps something for you to look forward to, hmm?"

Having said that, Miles didn't want to scare the client away by revealing the true extent of the Great Dane's dominant streak. The Trainer had never been particularly interested in products' personality or individuality and worked quickly to break them, indoctrinating them into the concept that they were literally the least important creature -- sentient or otherwise -- on the planet. Aric had once seen a slave produced by the Trainer service an entire New Year's Eve Party, thrown by his master. Fur matted from an evening filled with cumshots and facials (which the cheetah recalled contributing to), near the end of the evening the slave had masturbated furiously on an elevated stage as the the crowd watched on, cheering out the traditional New Year's countdown, beginning with ten seconds. When the countdown neared its conclusion, the pet looked around desperately, trying to locate his master in the large crowd. At last, finding his master's eyes from across the room at the last second, the slave pleaded with the man, using a pitifully expression. As the words "Happy New Year!" were shouted out by the crowd, the cheetah had noticed the master grant a curt nod to his slave, which was all the pet needed to shoot out streams of cum over those nearest to the stage. The sheer volume of the jism flying out from the submissive's swift-stroking grip might have surprised Miles... had he not been aware that last year's New Year's Party had been the last time the slave had been allowed sexual release. His master had been, and continues to be, a huge fan of tradition. The slave was so well conditioned by his time with the dog Trainer that he felt intense gratitude and love for his master, for being so kind as to let his worthless slave achieve climax each and every year. Even if it was only once each year.

Yes... Aric knew better than to share certain details about the Trainers. The client would find out soon enough. Why spoil the surprise?

"Personally, though, I wouldn't blame you for taking the dragon. Bit of a rare find, isn't he? Think about it... those draconic wings of his... wrapped around you... possessing you... owning you. I once had a conversation once with product that claimed those dick ridges of his made them cum involuntarily. Totally handsfree. Well... I say conversation. More like he was trying to plead with me that he shouldn't be punished for something he had no control over. I found his lack of self control endearing. He was punished regardless, needless to say."

Again, Aric found no reason to go into further detail by explaining that the product had been punished with a box of needles which had been used to turn his sack into a pincushion. He then spent the next year in a full-body gimp suit. This went on for so long that some staff members eventually had difficulty recalling what species the slave had been. Aric himself couldn't quite remember what had happened to him after that. Perhaps he was still on staff somewhere, locked up the entire time.

The businessman allowed himself a muted grunt. Luke was doing a fair job on his piece, all things considered. Not that this blowjob was going to make it into his top ten, or anything, but the coyote had potential. Hell, who knows. After the six months of initial training, he might track down Luke and gauge how much he'd improved for himself.

"Of course, this is all assuming you are able to consider candidates past the lion. I saw you looking at him... the longing in your eyes. I'm sure you noticed his length in the picture? He's the one Trainer you stand a decent chance of being bigger than... you know, where it counts. Maybe that would push all the rights buttons for you... being dominated by a guy with a smaller cock than you. You'd enjoy the fact that no matter how tough he acts... no matter how perfect he sculpts his muscles, you'd always be bigger than him in a way he couldn't deny. If you're into that kind of thing, that is. That said, if I were you, I wouldn't let him see you smirk while you're looking at his crotch. The last product who did that got a front row seat as the sole key to his long-term chastity belt was thrown into the ocean. I never did hear how that got resolved."

Aric felt himself draw closer to his climax, and started thrusting his hips back and forth firmly, to move things along. Based on the slight gagging noises coming from the client, he wondered if this was perhaps a bit too rough, but the cheetah decided to throw caution to the wind. Luke needed to learn how to handle sacrificing his own comfort and safety for others' pleasure, anyway. He might as well start wrapping his head around that now.

"Or maybe you'll skip right past all the predictable choices and go straight for the hyena. Tall, isn't he? He's actually been a bit of a problem case for the Organization, truth be told. Refuses to follow prescribed methods for conditioning product. The only reason he hasn't been shit-canned for the stunts he pulls is that he has a habit of getting results. The oddest part is, the products he trains always seem to love him for it... desperately so. I swear, it's the strangest thing I've ever seen. How about it... looking for someone to fall into puppy love with? If you're like the rest of them, by the time he's done, most of his kinks will be your kinks too. And, without exaggerating in the slightest, I can safely say he has a lot of them. Don't believe me? Just ask the cameraman who took his profile photos. After pissing all over the fellow, he pinned the man to the floor and forced the poor guy to fuck him... three times in a row. He even started weeping after his second orgasm, pleading with the hyena that he didn't have anything left in the tank. Twenty minutes of exhausting thrusting later, the Trainer proved him to be a liar."

He wasn't sure that it had occurred to the client that each Trainer would have their own opinions and policies regarding how often and under what circumstance product was allowed to achieve personal gratification. Many submissives had the naive notion that they'd be allowed to get off roughly as often as their superiors. That was so grossly inaccurate as to be laughable.

Once Aric had seen a self-described nymphomaniac voluntarily sign themselves up for a lifetime of servitude at the too-young-to-know-better age of twenty-one. The boy probably imagined he was throwing himself into a kinky, no-holds-bar non-stop sex party. And to be fair, he was mostly right on that point. But, unluckily for the boy, the Trainer he had gotten paired up with was a ram with a very firm "Product doesn't cum, ever" policy. The ram even makes the effort to match up the slaves he trains with masters who have similar opinions on the subject.

A couple months back, the cheetah had been struck by a moment of curiosity, and so had pulled up that boy's encrypted file. Now twenty-six years old, the slave had been welded into a permanent chastity device, much to his continued and extreme frustration. Especially since he was forced to work as a nurse in a fertility clinic, lending his hands and mouth to encourage free men to deposit their seed into the cup provided. 'It must be hell for the kid,' Aric thought with a mental smile.

Now, the hyena... well, he was a different sort of beast altogether.

While many, if not most, Trainers and Masters thought of a slave's climax as a reward -- something of a rare treat to dangle in front of property as a carrot so as to improve behavior. Not so for the hyena.

That Trainer considered it a grave insult on the part of the slave against his personal sexual prowess if the submissive didn't orgasm at least twice each session. For the average person this was a completely unreasonable expectation. But Trainers weren't hired, promoted, and well compensated for having merely 'reasonable expectations'. And thus, no matter how tired, achy, or cummed-out the product the hyena was training felt, he always expected them to pay him the compliment of yet another cumshot. To fail to do so would be interpreted as implicitly telling the Trainer, "You're just not that hot, your sexual skills are way overrated, and I don't respect you enough to obey your silly instructions".

The cheetah had actually seen those in training with the hyena give envy-filled looks at other slaves who were 'lucky' enough to get to wear chastity devices. Most likely wishing that their own cocks could get a reprieve from the non-stop milking tactics the hyena employed. It was rumored that for slaves who tried physically resist his attempts to extract a fourth or fifth load from them in under three hours, he strapped them onto a table and attached an automatic milking machine to them, which would then mercilessly attend to the cum-shy slave's raw-nerved dick through the next twelves hours.

While in training, the hyena's product didn't need permission to cum. Rather, they needed permission to stop fucking... to stop jacking off... to take out the prostate milker. Often, when the slave cried out, pleading that they had nothing left to give, the hyena would simply smile and say, "Just once more, lover," before taking the slave's well-used and hypersensitive member into his mouth for another one of his passionate blowjobs.

The mental image was too much for the businessman: the hyena's last product, a rat, moaning out a dry orgasm as tears streamed down his face. That there was a wealthy, successful entrepreneur giving him an ecstatic suck-job, for the PRIVILEGE of having that, or worse, inflicted on him for the next half-year was bringing Aric to the peak of the strongest, most pleasurable spew he'd had in months.

He had planned on employing degrading dirty talk while shooting his load, making sure the coyote felt appropriately demeaned while his throat was bred and seeded. Instead, it was all the suited man could do just to not fall back into his chair, his shaking knees felt so weak.

Inarticulately, he moaned out, "Ooouuhhh, fuck, pup... urrrrhhhh!," as two days worth of saved up spunk sprayed its way into the mouth and down the throat of the misguided canid.

As the stream quickly tapered off, Aric allowed himself another smirk as he felt Luke gently knead his testicles through the sack, perhaps in the hopes of prolonging his pleasure by extracting every last drop of cum.

'The pup has good instincts for this... too bad he doesn't have any clue what he's getting himself into. I'd be tempted to feel sorry for the guy if he wasn't so desperate to have someone put him in his place. Who knows... maybe in the end he'll wind up happy with his this choice. Not during training, though, that's for sure. Few people enjoy being turned into product. His Trainer on the other hand... now that's a different story. Lucky sonofabitch. Whoever lands this gig might as well of gotten six months paid vacation while having simultaneously won the lottery, for how enjoyable it'll be to break this coyote in.'

Noticing that the 'client' was now staring up at him with an unsure look, still holding his now-limp cock in mouth, the cheetah cleared his throat and addressed the dazed looking man.

Making sure to start things off on the right foot, Miles looked down with appraising eyes and said, "Well, I've had worse blowjobs before, so I'm sorry to disappoint you if you were hoping to get the 'most inept blowjob of the year' award. Still, you did manage to not get cum all over my two-hundred dollar slacks, so I suppose that's something. Listen, pup, I'm an important person with places to be and deals to make, so we're out of time here. As way of wrapping things up, let me tell you how this is going to go. You hearing me? Good. The moment I pull my dick out of your mouth, you're going to tell me which Trainer you want to sign a contract with. Then I'm going to have my secretary draft up the paperwork. Next, you're going to sign it without wasting anymore of anyone's time by asking a bunch of stupid questions. Finally, you're going to write us a check for double the usual rate. Why? Because it'll mean you get to spend the next six months with the man of your dreams. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. You know it. We know it. And that's why you'll pay through nose. I'm pulling out now, pup. You have one shot at this... who'll it be?"

Taking a moment to relish Luke's anxious expression before withdrawing his saliva-coated member, Aric then proceeded to dry his damp cock by using his hand to rub it across the coyote's muzzle.

"Well?", Miles asked, making sure to add an edge of impatience to his tone.

Reflexively swallowing a couple times as cock-flesh was rudely rubbed over his nose, eyes, and face, Luke took a deep breath and answered-

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Important Note ~~~ Keep reading below!:

(June 2nd, 2013 Update: Voting Closed! Hyena came out on top with 28 votes! See 'Vote Tally' Journal Entry for more details)

Right about now, you may be asking/screaming "wtf cliffhanger?!". The reason for this is: I'd like to do something fun with this new series. As you might have guessed from reading the story, at this point in the plot there are six potential men that Luke could get paired up with -- ANY ONE of which could show up as his Trainer in the next chapter.

So, why the cliff hanger? Because I want you to choose the next dominant. Yes, you.

For the next two weeks, all readers can vote by either posting their choice in the comments below or, for those who wish to stay anonymous or keep their vote secret, by private messaging me directly.

Whichever of the six Trainers has the most votes before June 1st will be the the Trainer that Luke signs a contract with. Each of the Trainers has a unique personality, different kinks, specialized training methods, and their own way of doing things, so the result of this vote will have a HUGE impact on any future chapters.

This being the case, I won't even begin writing the next chapter until the final vote count is in. This isn't simply going to be a "find and replace all" scenario where I lazy-out of this by just switching out the name and species in an already-written chapter. Rather, this vote will literally determine how the story plays out.

Will it be a happy or sad ending for Luke? I don't know. It all depends on who he ends up with, and that's up to you. So, that said, please take a moment and cast your vote (via comment or PM) for your favorite of the six Trainers.

Every reader gets ONE vote. If you want to change your vote, simply edit your post or reply to the private message thread with your updated choice. If you like, you might consider going one step further by posting an explanation for why you voted for a particular Trainer. After all, if you can convince even one reader to see things from your perspective, you just doubled your voting power.

Thanks for reading everyone, and remember: THE POWER IS YOURS! /captain-planet-fly-away

(June 2nd, 2013 Update: Voting Closed! Hyena came out on top with 28 votes! See 'Vote Tally' Journal Entry for more details)