FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[b][u][center]The Domesticated

Chapter 6

Sponsored by DuskCypher

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

Brecht shook his head. The payment for the pack was less than he had hoped for; he had hoped that the public show would have garnered more of a 'tip' for the extra service and display, but all in all, it was better than it could have been. At least there had been some gratuity for the indignity that the wolves had suffered under before the payment. He had told them that there was a chance that they wouldn't see any result, but they had been willing to try for their sake and his. Mostly theirs, but he'd take what he could get.

[i]Enough to finance part of the military offer, enough to make sure that Eku's auction is run properly...[/i]

The mock-auction was a major part of the sale of any Domesticated, something that needed to be done right if there was going to be any real profit, and any real chance of making up what he had invested thus far. The right auction would go out to more than just his usual buyers, they would watch, they would take in what the hyena had to offer, and then...

Well, hopefully, he would receive several offers. If not, then he would have to take further measures. One way or another, he had to make sure that he got this done right.

"Eku."

"Yes, Trainer?"

"Have you ever posed for inspection?"

"We weren't inspected at home, Trainer."

"Then you will have to learn."

"Through the collar? Trainer?"

"Perhaps. If not, then through practice."

"I would...prefer the latter, Trainer."

"We'll see what there's time for."

That would be the determining factor. The collar could only train a beast like him so much before the mind started to lose space for all the information. Considering where he had picked Eku up from, there was probably already a great deal of information in the hyena's mind, and there might not be room for more to be downloaded. That would mean an investment of time to get the hyena properly educated on how to stand. Remaining still while on display would not be difficult, as the collar could force that with the various drugs and other restraint options that it carried, but he needed to know how to position himself properly if this was going to work.

He glanced over his shoulder as they walked back towards the big house, looking at the way that the naked hyena walked, the way that he put his feet in front of him. He had the walk of a hunter, at least, the sort of movement that took time to lower the entire foot to the ground rather than stomping along the way that Domesticated that had been born in the city did. That was something; it would show in the auction, and the viewers would know that he was authentic.

But as for posing...Eku was constantly keeping his legs closer together, almost like he was trying to minimize the movement down there, the swaying of his shaft and everything else. That was something that he would have to break the young male of, particularly for those that were interested in buying him for pleasure. They would not care for someone that hid themselves, and for those that wanted a barbarian for their security, they weren't going to accept someone that was hiding themselves like some blushing human woman.

[i]This is going to take a lot of work.[/i]

As they walked through the front door of the big house, he looked back at Muto. The maned wolf looked back at him, nodding when Brecht let his expression shift to one that was a little more questioning. So, the young male had started taking to the lessons? Or he had been good enough to keep Muto's attention. Either way, it meant that training him for security was a genuine option rather than just a fantasy.

Good for their bank account, at the very least. He would keep that in mind.

They stepped into the hallways of the main house, following the corridor into the grand chamber in the center. He nodded for Eku to continue following him down one of the side halls, calling one of the other Domesticated to him.

"Bring Nina to the first broadcasting room. I want her present for this."

"Yes, Owner," the mouse said, shooting off down the hallways like every cat in the world was behind him.

They reached the room shortly after, the chamber rather large and filled with cameras on every angle. There was one in every corner of the room, floor and ceiling, as well as one that was directly overhead and one that was directly under a podium formed in the middle of the white-walled room. Not that white was the main color of the place. It could change at the push of a button to best show off a subject in the middle of the chamber. Other cameras, held on rods that could be raised or lowered and moved across the floor, were already pointing at the middle of the room.

"What's all this, Trainer?" the hyena asked, looking around. "What happens here?"

"Here is where you will be put on sale."

"Already?"

"Not for real. This is a way to gauge the interest of the buyers."

And for the buyers to try and lower the eventual for-sale price. It was a game that was played back and forth between the trainers like him and those that wanted to buy the Domesticated that he put together for them. The idea that they could start sabotaging the way that the auctions were run by feigning a low interest in the product was something that had come up about a decade ago when the mock-auctions had been a thing for a while, and now, it was considered good form to start messing with the price from the start. ALmost every buyer did it to try and get a better price when the time to buy rolled around, and he hated it.

There were ways to correct for it, of course, but that meant paying attention while you were showing off your goods, and that wasn't always possible. The less-trained that a potential Domesticated was, the more that you had to do to keep them from embarrassing themselves, and the less that you had to spare for those that were watching. You had to keep your eyes on the buyers as much as you did the potential product, or you would miss how they really felt and have to rely on the evaluation at the end.

[i]I can't do that. Not this time.[/i]

Brecht shook his head, turning back to the hyena. He sniffed the air, sucking up the smell of the hyena's musk and sweat. The way that he developed that scent so easily was pretty intense, and he knew for a fact that there were some buyers that liked that smell, found it to be intimidating. However, he needed to make sure that there was something to be said for the cleanliness and obedience of the beast, as well.

"Step forward."

As soon as Eku was in reach, he reached over the young man's chest, pulling at some of the furs near his pecs and his armpits. A few little tugs and yelps later, he had the body hair that he needed. He tossed that into a vial, allowing it to be compiled by the analyzers in there. That would copy the pheromones that were present there and allow those that were watching to analyze the smell themselves if they wanted to replicate it. However, for the others...

"Step into the corner. There."

He pointed to the far side of the room, and the hyena made his way to the left-hand corner. As soon as he stepped on the pressure plate, water began to spill down from above, high-pressure rather than a rain. Eku darted back, yelping in the process.

"Hyena."

Eku hissed, looking over his shoulder at him. Brecht shook his head, pointing at the corner again. The hyena glared at him the whole time, and he had to take a step forward before the Domesticated-in-training got the message. He needed to get clean, one way or the other, and he would be forced if he didn't do it himself.

He stepped back on the plate, whimpering as the water rained down on his head. While that was going on, he turned, just in time to see Nina arrive. The mouse held a phone in her hand.

"What is it?" he muttered.

"The contract for the military slaves. The client wants to talk to you, Owner."

"Give it."

She handed over the phone and he pressed it to his ear. The other voice on the end was quick to pick up, criticizing him just as he had expected.

"[i]Brecht. We need to talk. That unit; we can't afford the same cost anymore.[/i]"

"Then you can't afford me, and they're going to be sold somewhere else."

"[i]Be reasonable. You can't just re-sell them after this much time training them. Let's strike a deal here. You can afford to sell them for less.[/i]"

"I thought you said that you couldn't afford the same cost."

"[i]We could afford a lesser one, though.[/i]"

"You're weaseling your way out of a contract."

This was exactly what he and Nina had talked about the night before. There were always government agencies throughout the world that were trying to cut corners, trying to find a way to get out of paying for what they had already bought. This wasn't the first time that some army tried to get some soldiers out of him at a low cost. Their little tactics had worked the first time, but now? Now, he was wise to them.

He turned away, muttering into the phone.

"I will not sell for anything less than our agreed price. Two million."

"[i]There's no way that we can spend that much anymore. The president -[/i]"

"Knows that you signed this contract, and knows just as much as you and I do about the fact that they are well-trained soldiers at this point. It would take all of a day to train them to be loyal to someone besides you, and I know for a fact that you have a number of rebels in your country that would be more than happy to take in some fighting Domesticated for a good price."

"[i]You wouldn't get as much for them from them, though. Be reasonable, Brecht.[/i]"

"You keep saying that phrase, to the point where I am not sure that you really understand what it means. You will find that I am a man that prefers to keep his deals, but not when someone is trying to screw me over. If you want to purchase your soldiers, I suggest that you find the two million that we agreed on. Otherwise, I will tell the courts that you have broken the contract, and that the goods are still mine to sell. I will take a hit to the profit if it means sticking it to you at that point."

"[i]Brecht -[/i]"

"Do we have an understanding?"

"[i]...We do.[/i]"

"So, am I selling to the rebels or to you?"

"[i]To us, of course.[/i]"

"I'm glad that you can be reasonable. We will transfer them when the money clears our accounts. That should be...?"

"[i]Next week.[/i]"

"Good."

Ending the call with a simple tap of the screen, he passed the phone back to the mouse administrator. He shook his head and rubbed his forehead.

"Were they as bad as I warned, Owner?" she asked.

"Bad enough. They agreed to keep to the original price, however."

"That's something, right, Owner?"

"It's something."

He needed to keep this from becoming something that everyone did, however. They were starting to get more and more irritating the way that they were always making things more difficult. He needed them to stop pushing him right to the edge and threatening to sell to someone else. Eventually, someone was going to take him up on it, and that would be the day when it was proven that he would be the most dangerous sort of trainer to buy from: someone that actually fought back.

For now, though, that deal was safe, and as long as he didn't run into something particularly bad with Eku, he was pretty sure that the finances would be stable enough. The pack harem had been less bountiful in profits than he had hoped, but it was still something, enough for them to keep going.

"Trainer..."

The slightly-whiny voice of the hyena caught his attention, and he turned slowly. The wet-furred beast had stepped off the panel, and while he was dripping down to the floor below, he had clearly been properly cleaned. The air no longer reeked of the sweaty beast, and that meant that the various sensors would show him as a beast that could be made to keep clean. That was important to some buyers, just as important as the scent when he wasn't clean was to some others. It was all about finding the balance.

He looked him up and down, then nodded. He flicked his finger at Nina, gesturing for her to call someone to bring towels, and she did that very thing.

"In a moment," he said, walking over to the hyena and brushing some of the fur out of the way of his eyes, "you will be put on display for many people at once."

"In this little room?"

"Yes. The little glass pieces, there?" Brecht pointed to the various cameras around the room, and the hyena nodded. "They will broadcast you to the rest of the world, allowing various buyers to see what you look like, how you move, and more. You will be examined by me while this is happening. That means that I will touch you and tease you, and you will do whatever I say during that time."

"Because my value is dependent on what people will pay, right, Trainer?"

"...That is correct. Did Muto tell you that?"

"Yes, and Nina."

"Then they are doing their jobs."

And well. He hadn't intended for that to be part of his education just yet, but it was good to see that it was being attended to. Not enough of that was told right away, and he was glad to see that it had affected the male's attention to detail at the moment. It meant that he wouldn't have to fight quite so hard to make sure that he did the right thing for the auction. The more self-motivated that the hyena was, the better.

"Come."

He pulled Eku's arm, putting the hyena in the middle of the room. His large feet were rather big against the podium, his toes hanging slightly over the edge. Not a deal-breaker, though, as some of the large-proportioned beasts were rather well-liked by some of the buyers, and he knew that there would be some perverts among the ranks of the others that would be more than willing to see everything that the hyena had to offer.

First, however, an education. As the other Domesticated started drying the male off, he moved to stand with his legs shoulder-width apart, his hips slightly thrust forward, demonstrating a pose.

"This is One. Do you understand?"

"What - I don't understand, Trainer."

Considering the disobedience that the hyena had displayed previously, it was rather remarkable that the snarkiness had faded and that the word 'Trainer' continued to be used as a title of respect. Maybe there was a link between the 'trainer' of a warrior and what he was doing. Either way, he needed Eku to focus on the positioning. He held the position still.

"When I say 'One,' that means that you will assume this position. Stand in it now."

"Like..."

The hyena shifted his body around a bit. Due to the girth of his legs, it wasn't quite perfect, and part of the outer part of his foot hung over the edge of the podium with that posture. That said, he was showing off well enough, but for one thing. Brecht shook his head, reaching down between the hyena's legs and getting a good grip on his balls. Eku yelped, trying to pull back, but he squeezed that much harder.

"No. This must be pushed forward."

"That's..."

"You will do this. It is part of the auction, and that might be what you are sold for. I imagine that you would prefer to be sold for this rather than for the other end."

"..."

"Or is it fair to say that you are looking forward to showing off your rump for the potential buyers today?"

"I am not!"

"Then you should show this off better. Try again."

He made the hyena copy the pose again and again until he got it right, thrusting his hips forward with his hands behind his back. It showed off his chest a bit, making sure that the muscles there and the bit of muscles that could be seen through the belly fur were on display, but more importantly, it showed off that rather brutish shaft. Not that big, but well past what most humans tended to have, but not quite threatening to those that had bigger dicks. Those that wanted to dominate this hyena would feel easily able to do it, and those that wanted to be dominated by him wouldn't feel like they were getting cheated by something that was, admittedly, something on the short side for one of the Domesticated from the wilds.

After that, they went through four other poses. Two involved bending forward, the hyena's head between his legs and his hands on his ass cheeks. Three involved posing with one leg up and the other still flat on the ground. Four was flexing his arms and showing off his muscles. Five...

Five was slightly more complicated, and would involve the collar. No matter how much Eku tried to get it done on command, it just wasn't going to happen. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he moved to stand with Nina. The mouse had directed a number of different consoles to be pulled into the room, forming a coordinated set of monitors and controls at the door to the room, just out of sight of the various cameras all over the room.

"Are we almost ready?" he muttered.

"Just about, Owner. I'm just setting up the different angles, making sure that they're going to be clean."

"They'll have to be..."

"Is something the matter?"

"He's going to need me to control him for the fifth pose."

"Oh. Do you need me to -"

"I want you to keep an eye on the buyers when I do that. I want to make sure that none of them are using that time to start showing what they really want. They'll know I'm distracted, so..."

"You want me to watch the monitors. I understand, Owner."

"Good girl."

The mouse could not have grinned wider. He wondered if that was the result of the pleasure chemicals going into her neck from her collar or something more genuine, but either way, he knew that she would be happy from the compliment. As long as she was happy, that was the important thing.

Shaking his head, he sent out the pre-auction welcome messages. They were a canned response, something that was sent out for every auction about five minutes ahead of time. The buyers would be rushing to their computers at that point, eager to see what the latest offer was, and he would be waiting for them. Already a chat was starting, little whispers, voices turned to text, and some of the visuals were popping up on the far right monitor. Different faces, different angles of cameras as the all-human host of buyers got ready to see what he had for them today.

[i]Let's hope that they start off with some interested bids...[/i]

The auction was going to determine the starting price that Eku would have when he was fully trained and ready to be sold. He needed this to be a good one.

"Alright. Coming online in t-minus sixty. Ready?"

"Of course, Owner," Nina said.

"Ready, Eku?" he asked, looking over the wall of chrome.

"Um, yes?"

"..."

"Trainer."

"That's better. Now, One."

The hyena thrust his hips forward ten seconds before the stream was due to start. The cameras were online, one focused right on the front-shot, one showing him from behind, and one camera panning back and forth at his sides, showing angled shots of front and back.

And then, they were live.

The jabbering started, but he was quick to take control. Clearing his throat, Brecht brought all attention to himself with a wave of his hand.

"Thank you for joining me today. This is going to be a short auction to determine interest in a new Domesticated-in-training that I brought in from the wild recently. The savage beast has had little training as of yet, besides the standard beginner training that comes from the collar and some initial education. As you can see, he is a fine specimen."

"[i]Is he particularly strong? The muscles aren't that large with this one."

"Four."

And with that, Eku shifted from the first position to one that would have done a body-builder proud. The hyena's cheeks were ever so slightly red, since that pose allowed his balls to fall between his now-spread legs, but that was distracted from as his chest seemed to harden, and his arms thickened rather dramatically with the stressed muscle suddenly being put on display. More than that, he looked like he was showing off, and it would not have been a pose that ill-suited for the beach.

"As you can see, the feral life has treated this specimen well. He has plenty to show, and there are obvious muscles in the thighs and arms that have been put to use hunting and possibly in other pursuits. He was captured as a scout on the edge of his tribe's lands, so it's clear that he has some training in how to fight and how to handle himself in combat."

That was a definite lie, something that he was telling for the benefit of the watchers, but it was something that would be true by the time that the training was done. He would make sure that Eku had all the fighting skills that he needed, both for the modern day, and for showing off for those that wanted to see the 'authentic' tribal fighting skills. There were going to be some long nights ahead for the both of them, but it was better than trying to get that shown off right then and there.

"Are there any other questions so far?"

"[i]Is he trained for sex? He seems to be rather shy,[/i]" one of the other men asked.

"He hasn't been trained for that yet. He has some eagerness when it comes to anal, but he has not been exposed to much of the debauchery of our world."

"[i]Is there a chance we can see some of that?[/i]" the buyer asked.

"Two."

Eku turned around, instantly going down to his bent-over pose. The hyena's blush was thankfully hidden by the length of his legs, something that made things all the easier for Brecht as he walked around the consoles. He gave Nina a nod to look after the monitors, not wanting to miss a thing.

"As you can see, his pucker is relatively inviolate, though no longer virgin. I used him the night before to test him out, and he was very taken with the stimulation that came from that."

"[i]Surely that was just the drugs,[/i]" one of the other buyers said, a feminine voice. "[i]They never take to it that easily.[/i]"

"The prideful ones, no, but this one has less experience in that matter. He took to it, though with a little help of the drugs. Currently, however, he has no drugs going through his system, something that will be confirmed to you now." He waited, allowing Nina the time to upload the scans of the hyena's body and system to the screens. "Now, let me show you how he responds to this."

He had little doubt that Eku would be anything less than enthusiastic after their bit of fun the night before, but there was always the chance that he had misread his subject. That chance turned out to be too low to worry about, for as soon as he started sliding his finger past that pucker, the hyena spasmed in pleasure, moaning out loud for all to hear.

"As you can see, he takes it well," he said, slowly sliding his finger in and out of that pucker, pulling at the black flesh at the rim to show a bit of the pink inside. "He likes to be filled up, and as you can see, his shaft is starting to harden already with only a hint of pleasure back here. He wants to be fucked, even if he doesn't understand why just yet."

The buyers were muttering to themselves, but he didn't want this to be all about the sex. He wanted to show off more, to see if he could get other buyers besides those that were just interested in the kink.

"Three."

Eku quickly shifted position, moving to stand on one foot. It was partially to show off his body, still, considering that there were some that were interested in all parts of a beast's anatomy, but it was also to show that he had a good sense of balance, to show that he had that strength, and to show that he had obedience more than anything else. The hyena stood on one foot for nearly a minute, his leg extended off to the side, and only stopped when Brecht told him to drop again.

They moved through a couple of poses, showing how fast the hyena responded, and how quickly he moved from one to the other without falling over or causing any problems. Every time, the shift was nearly flawless.

But there was still one more thing.

"Five."

And as soon as he said that, he hit a button on the console. Eku was already in a clumsy transition to the next pose, something that required a prop. That, however, was aided by the collar. Several injections happened at once, and they pushed the hyena into a different pose, something that had him going up on tiptoes and then leaping into the air. A spear was tossed right over his head and Nina's, and Eku caught it on the way down. He stabbed straight down with the tip, barely missing the camera lens, and it made it look like the hyena had managed to catch something being thrown at him by surprise rather than just being pushed to react quickly.

That, more than anything, seemed to get the attention of three potential buyers. Two were familiar, businessmen that he had had dealings with before. They had bought two Domesticated in the past year, each, and they had both put them to use as bodyguards. This, however, was a response that would put the other two to shame, at least in terms of the actual performance that the Domesticated could do when he was trained. They were disguising just how keen they were, and he had missed their first reaction, though, so he didn't know if they would be tempted for a new model. The third, however, was a stranger, and a little more interesting.

The third buyer was a young man, probably just barely into his adulthood. He had every mark of 'daddy's money' to him, someone dressed just a little too formally in an attempt to be taken seriously, with all the posture and fidget that came from being inexperienced in an arena that was interesting but intimidating at the same time. The young boy - and he was a boy - was staring intently, and while his face was blank, his shoulders were quite 'vocal,' in that they were shifting, pulling in, hunching, and more. There was a lot of body language there, something that made him wish that he was allowed to record these calls, if only for the chance to study that for later.

"As you can see, he is a powerful, trained warrior in his own rights, and he is going to be better still as time goes on and I have the chance to train him properly," Brecht said. "But he could be sold for companionship as well as for security; it will depend on how he is evaluated when the time comes, and how you feel about him as a group. So, now that you have seen him. Opinions?"

#

The auction went better than expected. Brecht scheduled calls with six different buyers for the next day, then had everyone submit their overall bid expectations anonymously. He stepped away from the call after that, ending the transmission. No need for them to get more of a free show than they had already gotten at this point.

"You may go to the grounds," he told the hyena.

"Why there, Trainer?"

"Muto will have further training for you. I want to make sure that you keep building yourself up."

"Then..."

The hyena slowly gestured around to his rear end, his face a strange picture of both hope and regret. Brecht had seen that before, but he was never sure just what the Domesticated-in-Training was hoping for, and what he was actually regretting. Either way, it came to the same sort of result. He shook his head.

"You will not be trained in that for the rest of the day. We will have something in the morning, but not until then. I want to be sure that you are ready for anything that comes your way, and that means being physically fit in a way that you currently are [i]not[/i]. That will not be fixed by fucking."

"..."

"You may go."

"Yes, Trainer."

As the hyena jogged out of the room, he debated sending someone after him just to make sure that he did as he was told. However, the only one around was Nina, and he didn't really have the time to search out anyone else. Shaking his head, he reached for the console. As it was still connected to the household communication network, it was all too easy to raise the maned wolf's collar.

"Muto."

"[i]Yes, boss?[/i]"

"I'm sending the hyena to you again. Put him to work, make sure that he's learning how to run, how to fight, how to stalk."

"[i]Anything else, Owner?[/i]"

"Think of anything that security needs to know, and start pounding it into his head."

"[i]Heh, you got it, Owner.[/i]"

"Into his head, Muto. Training for the other stuff starts tomorrow."

"[i]Dammit. Yes, Owner.[/i]"

And with the command given, that was sorted. He ended the call, shaking his head as Nina gathered the aggregate results of the stream.

"Well?" he asked.

"There are two averages, one for Eku as a sex-trained Domesticated, one for him trained in security," she said.

"Security? Not bodyguard?"

"That's correct, Owner."

"Hmm...surprising." And enticing, considering how much more expensive a security-trained Domesticated could be sold for. "What's the official numbers?"

"For sex-training. no higher than $20k."

"Expected, but disappointing," he admitted, shaking his head. Still, better than the rolling average. "Unofficial?"

"I imagine that we could start the bids around $30k; there were some that were doing more looking than the others, and who seemed particularly interested in the scents we were transmitting."

That was something. Considering that he had invested $10k so far in getting Eku hunted down, collared, transported, and trained, that meant that he would get at least double his investment back. Not that great for someone that had been hunted in the wilds of the world, though. Most warriors or non-sexual Domesticated captured from there sold at $100k at a starting bid. Eku's sale would cover himself and some other little things, but not much more than that.

"And for a security-trained Domesticated?"

"There were only three votes for that, so the averages will be a bit skewed, Owner, but...they come out to a starting official bid of $250k."

He whistled. That was a much better start, even if it meant doing more investments towards the hyena's training. It would take a while to be complete, something that would cause issues if they didn't do it quickly and the client decided to be a pain in the ass, but...

"And let me guess. It was the young guy that was skewing it."

"Yes, Owner. I believe that he was ready to bid double that."

"..."

"It seems that we might have someone to focus on, Owner."

"Indeed...indeed." He nodded. "Get me information on him; I want to make sure that I'm ready for our chat tomorrow, just so that there are no unpleasant surprises."

After all, his trained Domesticated were supposed to carry his name through the world. They were trained by him, and that meant that he left a personal stamp on them. Much as he tried to keep his distance from them, he had to admit that there were some that he worried about from time to time. This one, this Eku...he had a bad feeling that the hyena was going to be one of them, so he might as well head off the bad buyers at the pass.

[i]I need the money, but I can live with $250k. Still...$500k...[/i]

That was a quarter of what the military contract would pay, and that was just the starting bid with the newcomer. If he ended up being one of those buyers that was reputable [i]and[/i] good, this could become one of those business relationships that any trainer of Domesticated craved.

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

Summary: Eku is shown off for the viewing pleasure of many different individuals, and Brecht learns what people are wanting and are willing to pay for.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, nudity, fingering, anal, human, human superiority, anthro, human/anthro, hyena, mouse, stream, arousal, embarrassment, slavery, collar, series,