Routine Recruitment
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Justacritic (June 2023)
18+

It was movie time again.
Movie time was an important part of the prey’s morning. After every breakfast, they marched straight to the theatre to sit and digest some new entertainment while they digested the nutritious meal their overseers had provided for them.
It was easier to focus on a full stomach, after all, and it was important they absorbed every message.
The hare loved movie time. 
The pictures were always very nice to look at - lots of nice shapes and colours that never made any sense, but they made the hare feel very tingly and warm and sleepy.. There were usually some very nice sounds, too. He never remembered what they looked like - just that looking at them made him feel nice.

Something was different this time. As he sat with all the other prey in the dark room, he expected to immediately see pretty shapes. Instead, this time, he saw stripes - blue, black, and red, a plain looking backdrop that wasn’t even moving.

A logo spun onto the screen. It was dense, round, full of silhouettes of various animals… hares, mice, cattle, sheep, and other Prey like him. A. P. E. S. was stamped into the middle of it.
A voice spoke - it was a familiar voice, commanding and authoritative. As he spoke, various black and white images flashed on the screen, showing miserable, dejected prey animals like him.
“Are you frustrated with your life? Feel like you’re not getting appreciation? Wish you could have a better relationship with pred animals? Feeling tension with your carnivore co-workers?”
The last image was of a hare in a drab, ill-fitting office drone’s suit and tie, staring directly into the camera and slowly, sadly shaking his head. He looked sort of familiar…

“You can fix all of this and more by obeying the Apex Predator Empowerment Society, or A.P.E.S.!”
The screen was awash with colour again - beautiful, saturated colour, more real than real life, as the hare on the screen beamed.  He snapped to sudden attention, his right hand’s fingers pressed to his temple in a martial salute. His boring suit and tie were gone - in fact, all of his clothes were gone except for a very tight camo-patterned jockstrap that hugged the outline of his cock. 
The golden-furred hare was muscular, toned, and incredibly beautiful. And their identity was just on the tip of the hare's proverbial tongue... not that he was going to speak. He had to be quiet while watching the movie.
Two winged hands rested on his shoulders, and the white head of a bald eagle dipped into view, smiling with a piercing gaze. 
It was The Commander.
That wasn’t The Commander’s name, but it was what the hare was trained to think of him as. For some reason, he felt like he knew a different name for the bird…

“In this video, you’re going to see exactly what awaits you when you submit… your details to one of our recruiters, and we’re going to do it with the help of our good friend, Theo. Are you ready, Theo?”
“Sir! Yes, Sir!”  Theo barked, still beaming, eager to please. The hint of drool slithered along the corner of his mouth, and the eagle wiped it away.

..the Hare remembered. Theo was his name! He was the subject of the video! That was exciting… he didn’t know he’d filmed anything with the Commander.... And he looked so good! 

But… even so… where were all the pretty shapes? 
The hare frowned. He liked the pretty muscly men on screen, but he missed the shapes. He squinted closer, and wondered if he looked hard enough they’d show the pretty shapes instead.
A sudden burst of colour transitioned into a new scene, and the eagle’s voice continued.
“All our recruits to A.P.E.S. Have a very tightly regulated schedule. Theo, do you want to tell us your routine?”
“Sir! Yes, Sir!”

“We wake up promptly at 6 am every morning!”
‘Theo’ sat up from a thinly blanketed cot that did nothing to hide the standing-to-attention erection. His closed eyes snapped open, and he was already smiling blankly. It was a look and feeling very familiar to the hare that was watching. ‘Theo’ was the only one visible, but as he turned and planted his feet on the floor, at least a dozen other footfalls could be heard. His cock still hard and bouncing, he saluted, and then widened his stance and brought his hands behind to the small of his back.
“We undergo our morning inspections before we are dressed in our uniforms!”
The next shot was a tighter shot on ‘Theo’s’ junk. A scaly hand was grasping and fondling his balls firmly like stress balls, and another, brown-furred hand was stroking his pole. Precum was already dribbling.
The stroking and fondling continued for perhaps a little longer than necessary. The driving, triumphant music was a lot softer, allowing the sounds of the masturbation to take the focus. 

The hare looked as close as he could. He could see some shapes, little flashes here and there, when he squinted hard enough. Why were they hiding the shapes? 
Now that he was noticing them, he was feeling a lot more happy to watch. Maybe he’d see more.

“When inspections are finished, we begin our morning training! We squat and give Five reps of Twenty!”
Another sharp cut, this time to an open space. Theo and a phalanx of other prey animals stood in perfect formation, weights slung over their shoulders as they squatted up, and down, over and over. As it came in closer, it became clear that every single one of them was squatting on a glistening dildo - the sort of thickness and girth that would take weeks of training to even get the tip in. And they were all taking it like pros.

The hare felt a very familiar ache.

“After morning training and breakfast, we head straight to the theatre for mental training.”
The hare recognised the route they were marching, and the seats in the theatre - he was sitting in one of them at that moment! He smiled with recognition, and could feel the rest of the Prey smiling with him.
“We are subjected to the latest mental conditioning techniques, to strengthen our resolve! It ensures that no matter what happens, no matter if we leave or escape, we’ll always need to obey A.P.E.S.!”
“That’s right,” the Commander said, appearing on the screen once more. “You get to watch the latest in Mass Manipulation entertainment. Like this video you’re watching right now. Are you starting to feel convinced?”

The Hare’s eyes were well trained. Trained enough to catch the micro-second flash of OBEY and SUBMIT on the screen as The Commander’s gaze peered. It was like he was there with them, his piercing eyes pausing his thoughts. 
There were some shapes in his eyes, too… Theo liked looking.
Mass Manipulation… was that the old name? Was that how he knew him?
Mass Manipulation…

“Mass Manipulation. Your time is up.”
“Helix Hare! I thought you’d been kicked out of your little unit. Are you a mercenary now? A vigilante?”
“Just someone doing their civic duty.”
“Hm… duty, eh? We can work with that…”

Why did the hare think that The Commander was called that? What a weird daydream. Who was Helix Hare? Not him. He focused on the screen again.

“Continue to stare,” Mass Manipulation - no, the Commander said. The shapes and swirls pulsed and flickered, more and more visible and perceptible, bombarding him with commands and conditioning. The Hare’s dick got hard again, as always, tenting his camo jockstrap. He smiled into the shapes.
“All this training, and your day’s only just beginning!” The Commander was massaging ‘Theo’s’ shoulders on the screen. The Hare could almost feel those feathered fingers on his own chiseled muscles. 
The eagle’s hand went down to fondle ‘Theo’s’ bulging package - it was tented, tight, rock-hard. The Hare tried not to moan as he watched.
“You can see he’s having a lot of fun, too. But part of being a good soldier is, what…?”
“Sir! Discipline, Sir!”
“And you’re not going to even think about cumming until your training and work is done for the day, right?”
“Sir! No, Sir!” ‘Theo’ was beaming, ramrod straight, throbbing.
“Right! Let’s continue with the training.”

The Hare recognized a lot of what came after that. ‘Theo’s demonstrations of what the day was like was as expected. More exercises, more bouncing on toys. Advanced torture resistance,  where vibrating wands were pressed against his needy bulge as he bit down hard on his lip and successfully fought the urge to cum. Being surrounded by familiar knotted dicks, servicing predators as a subservient prey-animal should. 
Watching his duties being carried out made the Hare want to get back to them even sooner. But there were shapes to look at too, shapes that molded his mind like clay, ensuring it retained its well-trained, disciplined shape.

As the video approached dinner time, there was a click click in the Hare’s ear, like the sound of a training-clicker for a placid pet. Only he heard it, thanks to the implant in his left ear pulsing the commanding tempo through his ear-bone.
He was not a pet. He was a soldier. But he stood and followed the click, marching through the aisle of the mesmerised watchers, and headed towards the back, towards the sound of the clicker.
There was the Commander, waiting for him, dressed in a business suit and tie. The Hare’s cock pointed towards him like an arrow. He took up a place next to the eagle, standing in the same reposed position he’d seen on the screen.
The eagle wasted no time in groping and fondling him.
“You could’ve been a movie star,” the Commander chuckled. “You’re a natural, Helix Hare.”
“Sir, who is Helix Hare, Sir?” The Hare asked.
The eagle laughed again, his paw moving to grasp the prey’s dick and stroke it.
“Don’t worry about that. You don’t need to watch the rest of this, anyway. I’m taking you home for the day. Thank me.”
“Sir… Thank you, Sir!”

The Hare had never been to the Commander’s house. So why was he imagining a mansion, golden statues, huge wall art, and kneeling on a carpet while impaling his face on a familiar avian dick…?
It didn’t matter. 
The Hare followed the Commander out of the dark room, remaining close behind him all the way out of the compound, into the limousine, and onto the floor to get right to work sucking predator cock. A task every prey animal should be well trained for.

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