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A Second Chance in Life - 2

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The room reminded Thaddeus Fischer of a doctor's examination room. This mental connection must have been due to the clinical nature of the room, void of anything the lion would have considered a personal touch. There were no photographs, ornaments or any private knick-knacks to made it seem more homey. There was only the desk, and the two chairs, as well as a high-backed contraption he presumed was meant for the so-called units, if they accompanied the owners to the room and had to be restrained.

Right now Thaddeus Fischer sat on one chair, and the fox sat on another one, across him on the desk. Dick Suave stood on heavy paws next to Thaddeus Fischer. The lion looked at the empty bondage chair and wondered what the suit-wearing, outrageously talking bear would look like on that very same chair, with all those cuffs and metal latches put in place.

The lion found the idea amusing.

"...I am truly very happy to hear that you do not feel that we have provided a poor service to you today," the fox finished a long, meandering apology of sorts the lion had only been partially listening to, "it is our utmost concern that you have a good shopping experience at the Dealership."

"Indeed," the lion's great head nodded.

"Is there anything else we could do for you?" the fox questioned, "anything at all?"

"Yes," Thaddeus said.

Both the fox and the bear regarded him with curiosity. The vulpine was more in control of his body language than the bear. Dick Suave's mind pivoted between wondering on demands of a great discount to asking to be taken back to the shop floor to continue browsing.

"What would it be?" the fox asked.

"I do have a few questions, Mister Pearce," Thaddeus addressed the fox.

"Of course," the fox replied. "Please, by all means."

Thaddeus folded his paws over his flat abdomen.

"I would like to know the story of the bull," he said.

Even the steely fox couldn't hide the surprise entirely.

"If you have further concerns about his treatment here - "

Thaddeus waved a paw.

"I am not an activist," the lion said with sharpness to his voice, "I am asking as a customer of this business. I want to know about the bull. Pitch him to me."

Mr. Pearce glanced at the very surprised Dick Suave, behind the lion.

"I understand he is not currently on our roster, Mister Fischer," the fox said.

"No, Mister Pearce," Dick Suave said.

"A moment," said the fox.

There was a brief period of computer tapping, while Pearce checked the database.

"Yes...arrived here two days ago on a license from the Service Unit Relocation Executive...let go from his previous post by his owner," the fox read out from the screen. "He is not on the sales roster, as Mr. Suave says."

"What is the issue?" Thaddeus asked.

"You do understand that there are confidentiality clauses, mister Fischer?" the fox stated.

The lion shrugged.

"So don't mention the juicy details," he mused, "I'm sure you know what every prospective buyer and owner should know about their units and should speak to me accordingly."

The fox appeared to consider this for a moment, before he nodded in the direction of the bear.

"Mister Suave."

A master of delegation, thought the lion.

Dick Suave accessed his retinal projector and splashed out the information onto his field of view. The file was as extensive as they went, and the filtering was down to the bear. The sales department had not done it for his benefit beforehand in this case.

"Ahem...Flynn...34 years old. A recent acquisition through the S.U.R.E. placement system. He is flagged for a rehabilitation program to determine what kind of a service he may provide in the future..."

"Why is he being rehabilitated?" Thaddeus asked.

"Confidentiality, Mister Suave," Pearce reminded the bear.

"Ahem...his previous owner returned him as per the recycling agreement set by the Congress Act of 2041 that requires dealerships to receive and rehabilitate units that are no longer deemed satisfying by the owners."

"I know the law," Thaddeus said, "That does not answer the question. Although judging by his earlier behavior, I could hazard a guess as to why."

"The reasons are marked as behavioral and physical abnormalities on the file," Dick Suave replied."The further details are confidential."

"This...Mister Algot of yours put it in more florid terms," Thaddeus said, "involving 'thinks only about cock' and 'asshole like a subway tunnel', if I remember correctly."

"Mister Algot has his own opinions," Pearce said.

"I think he was spot on," Thaddeus retorted.

The fox did not seem to have anything to say to that.

"Why is he a slave?" the lion asked.

"Mister Suave?" the fox questioned.

"This unit entered service at 19 for financial reasons," Dick Suave said.

"How many owners?"

"Three. Each term lasted for 9, 4 and 2 years respectively, in consequential order."

"Private ones?"

"Indeed, Mister Fischer."

"Any Attitude Adjustments?"the lion continued.

"None," the bear said, "although it is probable that one is required now."

"I could see that," mused the lion, "he was borderline aggressive."

"He has a very clean record, however," the bear said, "no major reprimands."

"Hmm..." noted the lion, "simple recreational punishment, then."

"Ahem..." Dick Suave cleared his throat.

"May I inquire upon the reasons for your curiosity, Mister Fischer?" it was Pearce who spoke to the lion now.

"Business, of course," Thaddeus said simply, "This might be an interesting opportunity."

Dick Suave looked surprised.

"Are you considering purchase, sir?" he sounded unsure.

"It would certainly be an interesting prospect," Thaddeus said, "I have a feeling there is potential."

"You do understand, Mister Fischer, that there would be a considerable need for physical and psychological rehabilitation in the case of this unit? All of it might not be covered by the insurance."

"I realize that perfectly well," said the lion, "and would be willing to both pay for it and waiver you for any extra responsibility beyond the terms of the insurance agreement."

Now the fox looked very curious.

"You would do this?"

"I am interested, yes," Thaddeus Fischer said.

Dick Suave felt hope swelling in his chest. He wished that the same expansion would soon apply to his bank account as well, should he be lucky.

"We have very affordable payment and adjunct schemes for our customers!" the sales bear pitched.

Thaddeus Fischer smirked.

"Oh, I expect this to be very affordable indeed."

"Gulp", went Dick Suave's throat.

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"This way, Mister Fischer," Dick Suave gestured for the lion.

The corridor was similar to the white and grey design of the atrium area, and equally quiet at this hour. By then it was past 9 pm. Dick Suave did not show signs of being weary, however. His energy had only grown with the passing hours, and become more high strung.

Hysterical, perhaps.

Thaddeus Fischer walked with utter calm, when he followed the bear through a door and into one of the rooms adjoining the hallway.

This room was clinical in the medical sense. There was a seat that looked like a dentist's chair, and upon it sat the bull from before, strapped on with sturdy elastic straps. The bull sat in a slightly slumped posture, and barely reacted to their arrival. His gaze was glassy, and it seemed to fit with the amount of electrodes covering his head and his bare chest, visible from the neck of the hospital type gown he wore, and nothing more. Monitors on each side of the chair showed details on body signs and functions.

The only other fur present was the black wolf.

"And you return..." Algot noted in acknowledgement of their arrival.

"Mister Fischer wishes to speak with the unit," Dick Suave said. He did not appear intimidated by the dark wolf, something that impressed even Thaddeus.

Algot shrugged. His tail swished briefly.

"If you like. I don't think he's gonna make much sense though me thinks."

The black wolf looked at the bull again. The bovine named Flynn continued to stare ahead of him, lips slightly parted as if planning to say something. He didn't make a noise.

"We shall see."

They approached. The bull's ears flicked, in a show of curiosity, but still he did not speak.

"Unit Flynn, there is a potential customer here to speak to you," Dick Suave told the bull. "Would you greet him?"

The bull looked at the bear.

"Greet?" the bull said. His voice was very soft and parched, speaking through a dry throat.

"Yes, unit," Dick Suave said.

Algot chortled.

"He probably wants to greet your cock with his muz," the black wolf said.

It looked like the bull's ears perked at the mention of a male penis, but he did not say anything.

"Greet..." the bull tried again.

Thaddeus approached, to come to stand next to the bear. He frowned while he looked at the numerous screens, pulsing with information he couldn't interpret.

"What is he on?" he asked.

"It is a mild sedative used to reduce anxiety," Dick Suave said, "considering his state before, it was seen as a prudent measure to counter this situation."

"Our stock is surplus from Leighville," the black wolf grinned, "before they shut down the asylums."

Thaddeus did not look at the wolf. He was only concerned with the bull for now.

"How long do you plan to keep him like this?"

"Until he gets a proper Attitude Adjustment," the wolf rumbled. "He's obviously no good for anyone like this. He just drools and wants cock."

"I think I was saying earlier that many would find that to be an optimal slave," Thaddeus said.

"This is no porno!" the black wolf chortled. "These are real people! They have to keep doing this 24/7 with no breaks in between. Not all our clients realize that when they come here. Do you?"

"Mister Fischer is a long time customer," Dick Suave hurried to say to the wolf whom he saw as a threat to his sale - however meager the commission from this particular unit might be.

"Is that so?" the black wolf frowned at the lion.

"Yes,"Thaddeus said.

"So unless yours are like this - " the wolf pointed a thumb at the bull, "I'd advise against it."

"Mister Algot," Dick Suave cleared his throat, "you are not responsible for the sales. Your duties are for the safe handling of the units."

"I'm just saying what he should know already," the black wolf retorted, "that unless he's running a brothel, he's asking for trouble."

"Are you so used to talking about the slaves that you have trouble speaking directly to me when I'm in the room, mister...Algot?" the lion stated.

The black wolf in question appeared non-pulsed by the rich cat's statements.

"I do my job here, you do whatever you do," Algot stated. "You keep that in mind when you try to tell me what to do, sir."

"I am simply making questions about this slave," Thaddeus said, "do you not appreciate it? It is within my rights as a customer."

"Maybe you don't want to hear the truth in what I have to say," the wolf replied. "This one is trouble. He'll probably have to be retired."

"On the contrary," Thaddeus said, "I think I see a great opportunity for rehabilitation here."

The black wolf folded his arms over his chest.

"So are you one of those do-gooders too, then?" the wolf cocked his ears at the lion. "Got some sort of a saviour complex, wanting to rescue these so-called poor people?"

"I am interested in making an investment," Thaddeus said, "not in charity."

"You think this is an investment?" the black wolf swiped his tail towards the bondaged bull. "You'll never sell this one off for any kind of a profit."

"I have no doubt you lack the ability to understand my thinking on this matter," Thaddeus said, "I'd like to speak to him now. Uninterrupted by your remarks."

"Mister Algot?" Dick Suave enunciated.

The black wolf scowled offishly.

"I wouldn't get too close," he said. "It starts to drool when it smells dick."

"I shall be careful," Thaddeus said.

The lion approached. The bull's dull gaze did not concentrate on him. Perhaps he was oblivious to Thaddeus' presence.

"Flynn?"

The bull was quiet.

"Flynn, I am called Mister Fischer," the lion carried on, "I understand that you have no master or a mistress."

"M-master..." the bull drawled.

"Yes, I am a master," the lion said, "I have one...unit of my own. He is a fine young man like you."

"Master?" asked the bull.

"Indeed," the lion replied. "I take very good care of him, and in return he takes very good care of me. I think it would be very fair for him to have a companion as well, to share the workload around the house."

"Work?" the bull stated.

"You could have a home with me, working for me," Thaddeus said. "I would treat you well. I have a comfortable home."

"...home..."

"I'm not sure he understands you," Algot grunted. "He's pretty loaded."

"So why don't you lower the medication?" Thaddeus questioned the wolf.

"You saw what he did before," the black wolf's tail snapped behind him.

"He's tied down," Thaddeus stated the obvious, "are you saying that he would tear himself off those heavy restraints and lunge for me? My dick?"

"Yes?" questioned Dick Suave.

"...dick..." the bull said with conviction.

"My point exactly," Algot rumbled.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Fischer?" Dick Suave asked from the lion.

Algot shook his head.

"This is a circus," he grunted.

"I do not deny, Flynn, that sex wouldn't be included," Thaddeus continued. "Sex is an important part of my life, and I enjoy having it. I am sure you would enjoy it too."

That particular word must've gotten through. The bull blinked rapidly, and his lips moved as well, perhaps trying to form his response. What came through was a long-drawn...

"...sseeeex..."

Thaddeus smiled.

"Yes...that would be nice, wouldn't it?" the lion mused.

"Yehehehe..." the bull laughed giddily.

"His previous character references are very positive, sir," Dick Suave cut in. "From the previous owners before the latest, that is. She did not leave a character reference. We do have an evaluation report by our resident psychologist..."

Thaddeus looked at the dazed bull.

"I can imagine what it says," he noted.

"I can provide you with a summary if you wish, sir," Dick Suave tried.

Thaddeus shook his head.

"It's fine," he said.

"Fine..." the bull mimicked.

"Yes, it would be very fine if you came to serve me," Thaddeus said. "I am sure it would be very satisfying. Would you like to do that? Would you serve me?"

"You know he'll say anything at this point," Algot grunted. "Just how much free will are you expecting him to show when he's this open to suggestion?"

"I know it's not just the drugs," Thaddeus rumbled to the wolf he was finding more and more annoying, yet kept the feelings under control and did not show his ire, "I know a broken slave when I see one."

"It's what I've been telling you," Algot grunted, "to you, the management..."

"I don't see you trying to stop the sale of these units to masters who do it to them, though," Thaddeus said.

The black wolf looked cross. Dick Suave's concern only multiplied. What the lion said sounded vaguely threatening. He knew they were doing everything by the book, but social justice warriors did come in all sorts of shapes...and pay scales for that matter. Maybe the lion held some other interests. He might be trying to drive the value of the business down in a bid to take it over.

"Our responsibility does not go beyond a criminal record check," Algot said. "And the real sickos are only caught when the bodies start washing onto the banks of the local river."

"We do a credit check!" Dick Suave added.

Thaddeus found that hysterical.

"I don't think I have problems on either front," the lion said.

"Certainly not, sir!" Dick Sauve smooched.

"I'm asking you again, Flynn," Thaddeus spoke to the bull, "would you come to serve me?"

The bull blinked.

"Serve...master?"

"Yes, I would be your master, and you would be treated well," Thaddeus smiled," firmly, but justly. I feel you need that too."

The bull appeared to ruminate on this, momentarily, before he smiled.

"Master..." he almost mooed.

Thaddeus flashed him a smile of his own.

"Yes...I shall be your master," he said.

Dick Suave's heart leaped.

"Shall we...discuss the terms of payment, Mister Fischer?" the bear asked cautiously.

"Hmmm...yes we should," said Thaddeus Fischer.

Algot shook his head again.

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