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[b][u][center]The Domesticated

Chapter 5

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by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Ekundayo - he refused to give in to the temptation to take the name that the human had given him, no matter how much the others in the big house intended to use it - slowly rolled to his side when morning came. He didn't want to think about how many hours he had laid in his own juices, stewing in the lust that had been forced on him, but there was no denying that he had been lusting for more of the human's touch. The idea of having that, that [i]thing[/i] inside him again tempted him more than he could ever bring himself to admit.

The hyena shook his head as he managed to sit up, facing the far wall with a groan and a whimper. The idea of being like this for the rest of his life, hungering for something that was entirely anathema to the warrior that he had been training to become was too much. He crossed his legs, feeling just how big his balls still were, and forced himself to get to his feet. The feeling of sweat running through his fur told him that he needed a bath, but he...

[i]No...make the human...[/i]

He was a warrior. He would make the human see him as a hard-working warrior, even if he had enjoyed the night before. The smell of a man would be something, even if it was less than what the human had had.

[i]That smell...that...smell...[/i]

He touched his face, still taking in the smell of the human's seed on his muzzle. The sheer strength of it should have faded at least a little bit, but was there any relief? No, not this time. He could still smell that musk, that odd hit of sourness that came from the seed. He tried to ignore it, but the smell was always there.

[i]Wash my face, but not my body.[/i]

At least that way, he would have some pleasure, some satisfaction of the human smelling him rather than the other way around. He nodded. That was doable.

He reached to his neck, rubbing the collar. It hadn't pricked him with more aphrodisiacs just yet. It had stopped that some way through the night, giving him a chance to feel a hint of relief. Not true relief, though, not compared to what he would have felt without the collar at all. Yet, even that was something, something to be thankful for, something that he would likely crave more of as the days went on.

Shaking his head one last time, he went to the door. He held his hand against it, tracing the letters that he now understood to be the spelling of his name. E. K. U.

[i]Ekundayo, not Eku.[/i]

Nina had said that he was lucky that he had maintained several syllables - another new word - rather than losing everything. The idea of having a name that was truly not his was horrifying, but the more time that he spent among the humans, the more that he realized that they could do that to him and get away with it.

How did they have this much power? He didn't know. All he knew was that his 'Trainer' could do whatever he wanted, and for the moment, he'd just have to take it. Hyena warrior or not, he needed to learn how to take it and not break. If he could keep himself strong, if he could keep from bending and utterly shattering under the human, then there was the possibility that someone else would take him lightly. Brecht never would, but the others? They didn't know him. They could underestimate him, and then...

[i]A real warrior knows how to handle a situation like this. This is your chance to be a real warrior.[/i]

That was what he told himself, and he hoped that he was correct. He couldn't afford to be wrong. Not this time. Not any time, now.

The door opened, and he realized that all the other doors down the hall were opening as well. The various anthros and furred folk like him stepped out of their bedrooms, none of them dressed, none of them showing any shame at being naked. Some of them walked in a way that flaunted their nudity, showing off their cocks and balls, some of them swaying their tits. He wondered what it would be like to have that sort of confidence around here, particularly as that meant that they were showing off specifically for the human.

Not even humans, he realized, but human. One man. One person. This...this Brecht. Trainer Brecht, as he insisted on being called. That meant that they were showing off for him, insisting that they wanted him to have them. Was that the way that they had been trained to think? Would that happen to him?

[i]Do you mind if it does?[/i]

That was the insidious part of his mind that was still processing what had happened to him last night, the part that had enjoyed getting the human's cock up his ass. He had to remember that it had been a trick, something that had been forced on him, something that he had been made to enjoy because of the collar. If that ever shifted, if he ever started thinking of it as something that he would pursue naturally, then the human would use that against him.

No, it had been forced on him. He would remember that, and treat it like the violation that it was, even if his belly and face were still soaked in his own seed as much as the human's.

He joined the others as they walked through the hall, hoping that he was doing the right thing. They were all making their way towards the door that led to the grounds, and as far as he knew, that meant that they were all going for exercise. That appealed to him. He had been kept indoors for too long, and he wanted to feel the wind in his face, the earth under his feet, and his blood rushing through his body properly. Too long indoors was not good for a hyena.

They walked out in a group, and most of them started separating into different groups. Some went to a small patch of earth where they were gathered together with some of the more flexible species - ferrets and weasels, mostly, though a few felines joined them. Others were gathered in a line that seemed to start at the beginning of a path, for running as far as he could tell. The others were taken to weights, where they could train their strength.

[i]What is this...[/i]

Ekundayo shook his head. If they were to exercise, then he would do what he had not done in several days. He would run, and see just how good the rest of them were.

He joined the line of dogs and horses, getting into a position right in the middle of the line. Most of them were big and thick, well-muscled but not well-proportioned for running. He imagined that they hadn't seen anyone that had been trained to run on the plains for a while. While there were none of the species that he was used to from his tribal home, he knew that they were supposed to be quick. Horses ran fast, and dogs...

Well, he had seen Muto's charge. There were quick folks among the slaves.

[i]Time to see if I am quicker.[/i]

The various slaves and beasts in training lined up together, and he took a pose different to the rest. While they stood straight or bent forward with their hands on the ground, he stood sideways, ready to leap forward rather than just run. He curled his toes into the path, grinding his claws against the path. The dried seed from the night before on his feet was distracting for a moment, but only for a moment.

Then the time came, and they were off.

He leaped past the line of other slaves, darting between them and running at a sprint down the path. The wind in his fur was just as wonderful as it had been in the homeland, and he laughed as he shot down the path, feeling the earth running away under his feet, dragged off and leaving him well and truly ahead of all the others. He grinned wider and wider as he felt the distance between him and the others grow wider and wider, his eyes closing as he found the path with his toes rather than with his eyes. His legs pumped, his heart raced, and for a moment, he was back home, well away from here and among his own people again, among those that knew the wild and respected the strength that was needed to live there.

He kept running, darting further and further ahead, his legs pumping like there was no tomorrow. In weapons, he might have been weak. In knowledge, he might have been lacking, but in speed? In speed, he had no match. He left the horses behind, and then the dogs. He ran faster, faster, faster until he reached the starting line and passed it again before they had even reached the halfway point. His fur was soaked with sweat already, and his eyes were burning from the wind racing by them, but that didn't matter. What mattered was still moving, still running, still charging forward.

Ekundayo had reached the halfway point of his second lap when someone finally loped up alongside him. It was the same maned wolf that he had tried to punch the day before and who had knocked his lights out. Another phrase from the education the day before, he realized, another intrusion into his mind, another thing that didn't belong there if he was ever to go back home. He shook his head, putting on the speed again to keep ahead of the maned wolf.

But for the first time, someone was able to keep up with him. Not without effort, he was happy to say, but the maned wolf wasn't panting so hard as the others would have been if they had done the same thing. Ekundayo groaned under his breath as he realized that he wouldn't be able to outrun the other man, and glared at him in sideways fashion.

"The boss thinks that you got some talent," Muto said, grunting as they ran together. "I think that I'll be forced to work with you. Just letting you know."

"Work with me?" he grunted back.

"Yeah. The boss wants to make sure...make sure that you have your potential met. That means that I gotta work with you."

"Why you?"

"Because I'm the best."

"Ha!"

"You think I'm not?"

"I think I can run faster."

"I think you could. Could you hit harder?"

"..."

"Push further?"

"..."

"Take more hits?"

"I took the last one."

"Why do you think it's gotta be me?"

Punishment, then, and a big one, from the sound of it. He chuckled despite himself. It seemed that all his work had made sure to show that he was a valuable purchase, someone that needed to be treated right rather than left alone.

Much as his pride didn't like the idea of being trained by an enemy, he had to admit that the maned wolf was keeping up with him. Despite the muscles that the big guy had - and from the hit yesterday, he knew that Muto had a lot - the wolf was keeping up with him, step for step, pace for pace. There was no leaving him behind just yet, even with all the energy and power that he tried to put on. He couldn't quite outrun the big guy.

They passed the finish line a second time, and then a third before he had to stop. He groaned as he pulled himself off to the side, and Muto followed him. The maned wolf was breathing hard, but not quite winded. That was something, he supposed. Something to show that he had pushed him.

As they leaned against the wall, some of the other slaves - the other 'Domesticated' as the other furred folk called them around him - brought them water. He took some after a moment's hesitation, sucking it down and savoring the coldness on his throat. He groaned shortly after as it started cramping slightly in the depths of his stomach, but that faded quickly enough.

"So...you have to train me?" he asked.

"Looks like."

"Not a rule yet?"

"The boss didn't say for sure, but I'm pretty fucking sure it's gonna happen."

"You happy about that?"

"It means I can't do my job as well. It means I'm gonna be fucking stuck with you instead of looking after the boss and the grounds, so, no, I'm not fucking happy."

"Least that makes two of us."

"Heh, guess it does."

The maned wolf held out his hand. There was no punch behind it this time, nothing that suggested that he was going to get hurt, but Ekundayo still hesitated. He looked up from the offered hand to the bulging arm, then to the maned wolf's bare chest. He looked him over, wondered if there was going to be another cost to the whole thing, something else that would humiliate him in the long run. The human seemed intent on finding ways to break him, and that meant that he would probably be punished in a different, much more intimate way if he ended up causing problems, or worse, failing in the training with the security chief.

"What's the matter, runt?" Muto asked, smirking. "Scared of getting better?"

"Thinking you're going to do what he did if I don't keep up."

"He got ya last night, huh?"

"..."

"I thought I smelled him on you. And he smelled like you when he came visiting last night."

[i]Well, at least I left a little mark,[/i] he thought as he rubbed his muzzle, wishing that he could get rid of that particular smell on him. [i]That is better than nothing, at least.[/i]

"Don't worry. I ain't gonna do that without permission. His permission, that is. Not yours."

"That would fit...unfair..."

"You think that this is unfair?"

"I didn't ask to come here. I had a life. I had a home. I had people. He had no right to take me away from all that."

"You guys were warriors, right?"

"...Yes?"

"Heh, so what happens when other warriors come after you? Did they have the 'right' to take you away? Did they have the 'right' to come in and steal your food or your people? Did they have the 'right' to try and kill ya?"

"That's different. That's war. He cheated."

"He used weapons. That's all. Weapons that you never saw, but he still did the same damn thing."

"So, what, you were fine when he did it to you?"

"Fuck no, but you'll figure it out. We all figure it out."

Ekundayo had every reason to doubt that. While Nina had made it clear that escape was going to be all but impossible, it didn't mean that it was completely impossible. As long as he found the right things, learned the right words and the right routes, he could get away.

All he needed was someone stupid enough to give him the chance.

His thoughts must have been obvious, because the maned wolf leaned in and poked his forehead. The hyena blinked, staring straight ahead as Muto loomed over him.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking."

"What?"

"You're thinking of running off."

"Not from here."

"Better not. Not from the other owners, either; that'd shame Owner Brecht."

"Why would that matter?" he asked, rubbing his forehead lightly where the big dog had poked him. "It's not like it matters to him."

"Fuck yeah, it does."

"I'm someone else's at that point. Why would it matter?"

"Oh, I don't fucking know. Would it matter to the guy that trained you if you fucked up on the battlefield and got someone killed? Hell, even if you just ran away?"

"...That's not fair. That's not even the same thing."

"It's the same thing. Owner Brecht puts his all into making sure that we're as good as we can be. The minute that we are anything less, it goes back to him and makes him look back. If you try running off after someone else buys you, all you're doing is making him look bad. Getting rid of his reputation. Showing that he's not as good as he thinks he is."

"You're only giving me reasons to try it."

"Yeah? Well, hear this, you little fuck-nugget."

"Stop calling me names."

"Stop being a moron, and I will." Muto grabbed him by the shoulder, yanking him in close. "You wanna know what it means to have value for one of us, huh?"

"...Being Domesticated."

"You know what that means?"

"..."

"No, you fucking don't. Let me educate you a little bit, you little..." Muto shook his head. "Our value comes from the price that someone pays for us. That means that you gotta look fucking good, and you gotta sell high. Yeah, sure, some of the humans start looking at you better after you show what you can do, and some of 'em even start to like you. That doesn't mean shit if you don't have something to start with. Someone buys something on the cheap, doesn't take much for them to think that it might be time to get rid of it and get something new. And a Domesticated without an owner is easy prey to some really nasty fucks out there."

Ekundayo bit his lip. Not because he thought that Muto was right, but more because he didn't have an argument to prove him wrong just yet. There had to be something wrong with what he was saying, but the more that he thought about it, the more that he realized that there was a lot that was probably right. He remembered how hard he had to work to get his weapons back at the tribe, and how long it had taken him to master them. He had declined getting any war prizes that might have been better because he loved them and treasured them as much as he did.

[i]Do I matter that little?[/i]

To the humans, perhaps. He shook his head, looking down, only for the maned wolf to whip his head back up, making him stare the other male in the eye.

"You think that you're going to just run off, you're dead wrong. And if you do, you're not going to just fuck Owner Brecht over. You're fucking yourself over."

"The humans can't track me forever."

"They can, and they will."

"Hmmph. I thought you said my value would go down."

"It doesn't matter at that point. It's not about the money. It's about sending a fucking message. You run off, then others might think about running off. And if they do that, then everyone starts losing money, starts losing property. You see where I'm going with that?"

"...They'd try and catch me just for that?"

"No."

"Then why -"

"They'd try and kill you for that."

His eyes went wide. When a prisoner tried to escape from a village back home, they were often chased, yes, but that didn't mean that the warriors were going to kill the prisoner. They would lose all value then, stop being something that they could trade to other tribes. A dead body would be someone that would incite another war, start another fight, and that wasn't the point of keeping a prisoner. You wanted to stop wars, not start them.

Why would humans -

"The humans can do whatever they want," Muto said, shaking his head. "They can do whatever the fuck they like to you, me, anyone that wears a collar. The Domesticated name is the only thing that makes it so just [i]one[/i] human does it to us instead of all of them."

"But if we got away -"

"Kid...You really have no idea, do you?"

"About what?"

"Nina taught you stuff, right?" Ekundayo nodded. "Then look in that head of yours and open up - fuck, what was it called? Open up the Last Furred War."

Ekundayo didn't know what the hell the maned wolf was talking about. The Last Furred War? What the hell was that supposed to be? More to the point, what was it supposed to prove? That they were less than the humans? Surely not. He would find his way. He would.

Still, he tried to think of that. He held the words in his mind, and the hyena waited -

"Ah!"

He gasped for breath as it felt like something in his head swelled, the information pulsing through from wherever it had been hidden. The hyena fell to his knees, gripping the sides of his head as he felt words, voices, and more streaming through his skull, filling his mind with information that he had never known before.

Bit by bit, the tale of the Last Furred War popped into his head. He saw the world before him, a map of the great planet that he had never seen or understood before. He didn't have context, but he saw the colors of different nations, the different people of the world, the humans and the furred and the scaled. They were all over the place, spreading across the globe, covering every continent, every island, every square scrap of the world that existed.

And then they started moving. The colors meshed, humans taking up a large chunk, and the other colors less. They were pushed around, driven back as a voice whispered in his ears.

[i]Due to the traditional lifestyles of anthros, they were quickly overwhelmed with the improvements in human tech. The humans, desperate for resources, lands, and labor, took that advantage and raided along the rapidly changing borders, pushing the beast people further and further from their traditional lands in their ever-increasing lust for power and free labor. The slave trade, abolished long ago for humans, came back with a vengeance when they realized that there was such an easy source of an untapped workforce.

With the invention of the slave collar halfway through the War, the end result was inevitable. Beast folk were driven back into various heartlands, displayed here.[/i]

The world changed, the map laid out before him in a horrifying picture. The yellow color that represented humans was all but omnipresent, spreading across the globe, leaving only a few islands of blank spaces here and there. It was like looking at a map of extermination.

[i]The remaining grounds have been internationally guaranteed as reserves for the beast people, the folk there allowed to breed and maintain their culture so that they will be preserved for the rest of time. Humanity must obtain a license to hunt and take new slaves within these lands.[/i]

The story continued, leaving him utterly devastated, unable to understand how quickly things had changed for his people in the past. They didn't even have words for what had happened to them, didn't remember how that had happened. As far as he knew, even the oldest of the shamans in his home village didn't know about this, didn't know why they lived where they did. All they knew was that this was where they had lived for all eternity.

Images flowed through his head, showing recordings of how some of the battles had gone. The difference in tech had humans winning battles when his people outnumbered them at ten-to-one odds, even when the best of the warriors were on the field. It was like it truly was inevitable that the humans would have won through history.

He slumped down to the ground, panting for breath as the images and information faded from his mind. His face was wet, his eyes running, and his nose didn't feel much better. Muto knelt down beside him, pressing a hand to his shoulder.

"You are going to remember that for the rest of your life, kid. We all remember that after seeing it."

"How...how did we..."

"Better guns, better equipment...better numbers. All of it combined, and we didn't have a fucking chance."

"It's so far...there's so many..."

"Yeah. We're a dying breed in the wild, kid. Fucking dying. We're going to be Domesticated, eventually. There's no getting around that."

"So...what? We just give up?"

"Give up and live, kid. There's no going back now, and even if you did...what would happen?"

Ekundayo realized that he didn't know. What would happen if he went back to his people? Would he be able to settle in among them again? Would he be able to live the way that he used to, now that he knew what was out in the world? Would they even believe him when he told them about the humans that lived across the seas, well away from them? Would they believe him when he told them how much they would have to do to remain free, to be themselves for real?

He didn't know. He didn't know.

As Muto helped him to his feet, he realized that the other beast folk being trained had changed what they were doing. The center of the grounds had been cleared, and he realized that the Trainer was there, talking to others.

"What's going on?" he asked the maned wolf.

"Owner Brecht's dealing with some of the customers he's got. They've been pre-cleared, so no need for me and mine this time."

The maned wolf was still standing quite stiff at his side, and he wondered how much of that had been said for his benefit and how much for Muto's own. The maned wolf had some strange sort of attachment to the human, that was for sure. He didn't understand it, and he doubted that he ever would.

Nevertheless, he watched with interest. The human led the visiting humans to a cluster of female beast folk, mostly wolves. They were on their knees, their legs half-spread, showing off their bodies for the humans. Their nipples were pierced, and their collars had nametags hanging down from them. He didn't know what to think. A small part of him lusted for them, while the rest...

"What are they?" he muttered.

"Harem pack, I think," Muto said with a shrug. "Some humans like the idea of getting wild 'sluts' and 'taming' them. One of the few ways that sex slaves get much of a price. All the extra training, hunting, and all that shit means that they cost a lot more than just buying some of the locals. Some humans need the authentic shit, though, I guess."

"Are they even the same pack?"

"Half of 'em are, but the rest..."

"...That's horrible."

"Owner Brecht's done what he could to make them as much pack as he could. That's all that you can do right now. Fucking sucks, but that's the way that the world works outside those little reservations out there."

Ekundayo did his best to pretend that it didn't hurt thinking of his home like that, but he had no idea if he succeeded. All he knew was that it hurt to think of his old life, his old world, as being as limited as it actually was. The idea of having been so blind to the rest of the world, of not knowing that this was all out there just waiting to turn his life upside down, felt like he had been fooling himself. Felt like they were all fooling themselves.

Watching the humans touching, fondling, fingering the wolf females almost made him feel like the same thing was happening to him on a psychological level. The whole thing was like seeing someone rape everything that he had been, everything that he had come from. The way that the human visitors looked at the pack made it feel like they really were just animals, something to hunt and enjoy rather than the same sort of thinking people that the humans were.

[i]We're more than this...we have to be more than this...right?[/i]

He wanted to think that they were, but seeing the way that the wolf pack just submitted to the abuse and fingering they got, to the way that the humans fondled their nipples and pulled on their breasts, to [i]everything[/i] that happened to them, it was clear that the females, at least, had bowed to the future that laid before them. They weren't going to fight, no matter how they were used by their new owners. He remembered what Muto had said about their value lying in the reputation of the person that had trained them, and he shivered as he realized that they couldn't resist even if they wanted to. The moment that they looked untrained was the moment that their value went down.

All slaves, all Domesticated, had to be as perfect as possible to bring their value up. If they were low-value, then the person buying them might not even bother abandoning them. They might just be given away to someone that was even worse, and there were some on the street that might decide that they were safe enough to molest or harm. His eyes widened as he realized how much protection he actually had just by being someone that happened to be owned by someone with a good reputation.

[i]If I was with someone worse...if I was with someone stupider...[/i]

Then that night at the first human settlement might have ended very differently. Someone might have decided to push the limits and take him from Brecht, and while that might have been better than being taken so far away, that didn't mean that he would have had a better life. Hell, he probably would have had a worse one, forced to be like those creatures in the hotel, forced to show off all day long, day in and day out.

He would have been nothing more than a toy, something with less rights than a Domesticated. He trembled, almost collapsing again.

One of the wolf women was pulled to her feet, forced to turn around and spread her legs. She was forcibly fingered, first in her pussy, and then in her ass. She moaned, and for all that Ekundayo was sure that she wasn't really enjoying it, she was selling it as if she was. No, he realized; she was selling herself with this performance, showing how she had been trained to be easy, someone that could enjoy this no matter how humiliating and painful it actually was. She would go along with it, take it, allow it and enjoy it.

It was only when the humans pulled back, obviously satisfied from how they handed something over to Brecht, that he realized that such a thing could end up happening to him, as well. He whipped his head to Muto.

"I won't be like that. I won't."

"Then you better make sure that you do something valuable, huh, kid?" the maned wolf said, shrugging. "I can't say it won't happen, though. Just 'cause I'm the one training you doesn't mean that the Owner will find a buyer. Better hope that he gets some good luck with that, and make sure that he stays motivated."

"Motivated?'

Muto winked, and the hyena blushed. He looked down and away.

"I just said...I'm not...that won't be me."

"You say that, but, take it from me, kid. You're going to find yourself doing things that you never thought you would. That's the way of being one of the Domesticated. Your master asks for something, you don't say no. You say how, and then you just fucking do it."

"..."

"Trust me. Ain't worth fighting."

Remembering how Nina had said that Muto had been one of the more difficult subjects, he shook his head. Whatever defiance that the maned wolf might have one had was obviously beaten out of him. There was no point in trying to fight that anymore. No allies there, no help, no understanding.

The wolf pack was led out, naked as they had been led in. They were taken out of the estate, past the gate, away from everything that they had likely known since coming from their lands. He put themselves in their shoes, and shivered. The idea of leaving this behind, as welcome as it would be, was also terrifying. The world out there was foreign to him, and he didn't know how it worked. At least here, among the other beast people, among the Domesticated and those being trained for it, he had some idea of how it all worked.

"Eku."

Brecht was calling him. He blinked, looking up. The human looked over his shoulder at him, then nodded for him to approach. After a moment's hesitation, the hyena did just that.

"You stink," the human said.

"I haven't showered, Trainer," he said, adding the word on instinct.

"Wasn't a complaint." He shook his head. "It's time for me to find out what I can get for you. Come; we're going to take some photos."

He had no idea what that meant, but he figured that he would be told as they went along. The human led, and he followed two steps behind.

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

Summary: Ekundayo learns a bit more about what the world is like, and finds out that there's many more odds against him than he initially realized.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, M/solo, Hyena, Maned Wolf, Human, Wolf, Human Superiority, Series, Collar, Slavery, Nudity, Fingering, Sale, Worldbuilding, History, Sweat, Musk,