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The Fetish Institute Training Brothers For Necross By Draconicon

"You are...surprisingly professional."

"Don't ask what I do for my day job, then."

Ryker wiped the barrel of the stun gun, shaking his head a few times at the dropped brothers. Not even a year apart in age, the two tigers looked like they might have been twins...were it not for the over-developed muscles on one and the glasses on the other. The folf chuckled to himself, putting the stun gun back in its holster.

Already, the agents of the Institute were rolling a couple of gurneys into the room, passing through the front door and through the living room to the bedroom. They quickly put the tigers onto the rolling beds before strapping them down, neck, chest, waist, and legs. Everything done quickly and cleanly, as he had expected...and paid for, for that matter.

As the gurneys were rolled out to the waiting ambulance, the agent from earlier - the bull who'd mentioned his professionalism - paused and looked back.

"Do you want to ride along?"

"No, I'll be along in my own time. But make sure that nobody touches those two; I want them fresh."

"That's the policy, sir."

"Goooooood."

He waited for the bull to leave, and did a final walk-through of the house, making sure that all the evidence was cleaned up. The folf didn't want to be caught because someone had been careless enough to leave a fingerprint or a hair, or anything else that might be traced back to him.

In the thirty minutes he took to check, he found nothing. The Institute, as per their reputation, was completely spotless. He smiled, and left by the back door.

Ryker took his time on the ride back to the Institute, taking the scenic route for two reasons. The first, of course, was to make sure that he didn't have anyone following him. Part of the deal, of course. Working with someone as secretive as the Institute kind of meant that he had to make an effort of his own. Long practice had made it easy to tell which cars were following him out of curiosity, and which were behind him out of coincidence, though, so it wasn't that difficult.

The second was to have the time to make a choice. A choice that he would have to live with for a while.

It wasn't about the kidnapping, of course. He'd done things like that before, as a mercenary, and he was more than okay with that. His conscience was completely clean on that matter.

No, it was more along the lines of what he'd do with the tiger brothers.

The folf leaned back in his seat as he considered it, cocking his head to the side as he drove down the long country road. The sun beamed through the front window surprisingly brightly, glinting off his sunglasses as he considered his various options.

What do I want most? Pets? Slaves? Should I modify them, or are they good enough as they are?

Good enough. He snorted at that idea.

No...If I can do anything I like with them, and the Institute's footing the bill for that, then I should get what I really want...

The folf smiled as he remembered the offer a few days back. The Institute had been rather...grateful, he supposed, for the clean-up work he'd done for them over the last few years, and were offering him a secondary means of payment. Offering being a bit of a misleading term, of course; they were offering him a bonus in the same way that a gun offered its target a bullet.

Probably didn't want him to think that he had any leverage over them, and probably wanted a bit more goodwill out of him. Either way, he was happy to take it. After all, nobody else could beat the Fetish Institute for the 'personal assistants' that they offered their customers and clients.

He turned down one of the side roads, passing by a large stand of trees as his ideas turned back towards the tigers that would be waiting for him. The folf smirked to himself as he imagined the brothers waking up, not knowing where they were, getting told a basic lie of what was going to happen to them. It was quite the fantasy, really, and one that he wished he could be there to see.

But no, he had to make sure that he was throwing off any possible pursuit. Unlikely as it was, the Institute had been clear that anyone that wasn't part of the paid deal arriving at the front door would mean that the operation would be terminated, and him with it. Good as he was as a mercenary, he didn't want to risk messing with the level of tech that they had under their belts. And better not to risk any sort of law enforcement, anyway.

So, on he went, contenting himself with various fantasies along the way.

The sun was setting when he finally arrived at the Institute's building. The shimmering glass walls that seemed to be all it had for decoration glimmered in the sunset, reflecting gold and red and yellow all over the ground. Ryker got out of his car, folding his sunglasses and pocketing them before walking up to the front door.

A mouse in reception nodded at him, not even bothering to talk before handing over a keycard. He slipped past her into the elevator, and plugged it in.

As the holographic display of the facility map came up, Ryker blinked. He leaned in, tracing his finger over the bottom levels. Normally, he was only allowed as far down as Subfloor 8, but today, it went all the way down to 12.

"Hmm. Guess being a customer has its perks."

The folf traced his finger along the hologram, and pulled the card back out.

As the elevator started moving, one wall flickered. Used to the technology of the Institute, he turned to face the incoming video call as a black dragon took form on the formerly chrome surface.

"Ah, there you are, Ryker. Good to see you."

"Heh, and you. How are my new pets coming along?"

"Currently under sedation. The older one tried to break out, pointless as it was -"

"I imagine you got a lot of muscle porn for that, if you'd already undressed him."

"He was naked when he came in, so there was no problem with that."

Ryker chuckled to himself. He'd spotted the older brother in the gym, and after following him home, he'd made his choice on having the two tigers for his 'assistants'. The Institute had made no complaints; in fact, they seemed quite happy to give them both. Probably covered up a number of loose ends.

"Anyway, they're under sedation at the moment. We're waiting for you to arrive to start the brainwashing, and hear your ideas on body modification."

"Looking forward to it. And just to be clear, doctor."

"Yes?"

"You guys are footing the bill for this? I'm not gonna see a sudden charge on my account if I ask for a lot of stuff?"

"Don't worry. You're getting rewarded for a lot of work here. We owe you a great deal."

"If you owed me, you could have paid me."

"Let's not go quite that far. We'll see you soon."

The wall turned back to its normal chrome coloring, and the folf shook his head, leaning back as well.

While he liked working for the Institute, he had to admit that they were a little bit on the stingy side. For the millions that they raked in for each operation, he would have thought that they could afford to pay him a little more than 50k per snatch job. It was better than some freelance work that he got, admittedly - some of those only paid as much as 10k - but it was still not a lot of money in return for the risk that he took on. All these people had relatives, family that would be looking for them. If he got caught -

But he doubted that he ever would, and the Institute probably had the same faith in him, due to his standards.

The elevator dinged, and he stepped forward, passing through the door right as it opened.

He realized that he was on one of the lab floors rather than the usual medical viewing floors. Probably because of the body altering that would go on before the hypnosis, he imagined; they needed to have access to all the surgical things as well as the blood and chemical labs. Better not to have to get something from another floor when you could just do it there.

Annoyingly, most of the rooms were closed off. He was used to the clear windows and walls that were on the other floors, and wished that was the case down here. Then again, if there were other clients down here, they might have been paying for the privilege of privacy. He could respect that.

But which one -

One of the doors to the dark labs opened, and a dolphin in a lab coat stepped out. He smiled.

"Ah, Ryker, good to see you again."

"Don't tell me. Henry, right?"

"You remember."

"Of course I do. I always remember the guys that fix me up after I've been busted up."

"Heh, that was a bit of a thing. Didn't take that orca seriously, did you?"

"Hey, in my defense, he had a hell of a gut, and there was nothing in his file mentioning that he'd been in the CIA previously."

"I know, I know. How's the arm doing, anyway?"

"Better. Still a little stiff some days, but doing pretty good."

"We might have something for that. Come see me after you get finished with your current project, huh?"

"Yeah, I think I will. You know where they took the brothers, anyway?"

"Yeah, two doors down. Dr. Joseph is looking over them."

The folf nodded. He'd asked for the talented rat specifically; the guy had a deft touch, and little to no morals. Then again, not a lot of folks here did, with the things that they did to their captives.

Giving a last nod of the head, he walked down the hallway to the door that Henry had pointed out. He didn't bother knocking, and just stepped in.

Dr. Joseph stood on the other side of the room, conferring with a small team of nurses, while the two tigers that he had helped acquire were sprawled out on operating tables. Both of them were naked, and he licked his lips as he admired them.

With how close they were in age, there were a number of similarities between them. They were the same height, the same basic build - if you discounted the long hours of exercise that one had put in - and they had the same basic shape to the face. Older and younger had the same jawline, same cheekbones, same whisker patterns.

He smiled, running his hand along the older brother, feeling the bulges of his muscles. Those legs were hard, and the chest harder, as he rapped his fingers against those pecs. Even when he wasn't flexing, it was like an armor plate there, and he shook his head.

"You really didn't want to go down earlier, did you?"

"Ah, Ryker, splendid."

The rat caught his attention, walking over. He gestured down at the brothers.

"I see that you're going with your love of incest again."

"Again? Come on, I've only done that once -"

"The father programmed to fantasize about his son. The son programmed to fantasize about his father. The younger brother programmed to dominate his older brother. The entire harem of cousins that you picked out for that visiting prince."

Ryker rolled his eyes as the rat went on and on, shaking his head a few times before holding up his own hand.

"Alright, alright, I get it. Yes, I have a bit of a thing for making the family do stuff together. Is that such a bad thing?"

"No, but I do wish you'd admit it more often. It's annoying having to correct the record all the time."

"Fair enough."

"So, down to business. What do you want for the pair of them?"

"Well...I got a little list."

It was rather fascinating to watch as his various requests were put to work. Ryker couldn't stay beside the bodies as they were altered - per the medical rules - but he could stay in the same room, and there was always a gap here or there where he could see the changes going on.

The first thing he'd asked for was for the two brothers to look more similar. After all, they were already close enough to being twins; why not take the fantasy the rest of the way?

Dr. Joseph was surprisingly adept at that, and Ryker shook his head as he watched them take bits of muscle from the older brother - not damaging it, merely scanning and slowly reducing it - and add it to the bulk of the younger brother. The rat was incredible; he managed to get them looking similar, but not the same as the gap of bulk between the two of them narrowed, but didn't quite close. It somehow accomplished the twin-look a bit better than if they looked the same.

Of course, the younger brother didn't get the gym-bunny look that his older brother had. Instead, the muscle went to very specific places, mostly in the thighs and calves, but with a little bit in the ass. All of it grown in a simple way that would make it easier for the little guy to bounce up and down on a cock, and not get so tired.

The whole muscle treatment barely took more than thirty minutes, considering how little was being added, and while some nurses worked on changing the eye color to match one another, as well as changing the stripe patterns to be exactly the same, Ryker explained his second request. The rat smiled to himself.

"Making him a littler older brother, hmm?"

"What can I say, I like the contradiction."

"Hehehe, I certainly approve."

The rat reached for a suction machine, something that looked like a mix between a pistol and a milking machine handed out to some mothers having trouble with it. Dr. Joseph squeezed the slumbering tiger's sheath, slowly dragging it out until it was mostly hard, before sliding the tube that functioned as the pistol's barrel around it. It slid in easily, locking in at the base, and the doctor smiled.

"This is one of those inventions the science team truly deserves recognition for. Removal of inches, to be added to another at a later date."

The doctor turned to him, and gestured.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

"Just pull the trigger?"

"Heh, if you want to take everything. If not, measure the inches on the side."

He stepped up as the rat offered him the grip, and he felt along the side for the dials that the doctor had mentioned. It was simple enough to operate, and he smiled as he saw that the tiger currently measured about nine inches.

Hmmm, I don't want him to be that big...and certainly not bigger than his brother .Let's leave him with...hmmm...five should be sufficient, if he wants to use it in the future.

Rolling the dials back took almost no effort, and after double checking that it was set appropriately, he pulled the trigger.

It was like holding onto a vacuum as it vibrated in his hand, and the tiger's cock momentarily throbbed in the clear tube. However, in short order, he watched it start to tingle, shaking back and forth as it was no longer big enough to fill the whole tube.

"Heh...looks like it's working."

"Of course it's working. The tools here at the Institute never fail."

He nodded, not paying too much attention. The sight of that cock, slowly shrinking down further and further, had his own cock rapidly rising in his pants. The folf licked his lips at the sight, pulling the trigger tighter as if it would shrink him faster.

It didn't, of course. It was too well-made for that. But he did get a chance to see that throbbing, slick shaft slide further, further away. It seemed to get stiffer the shorter that it got, the whole rod getting veiny along the length, and the barbs on the tip standing up all the more visibly. Inch after inch peeled off of that feline cock, the width getting shaved off as it fell away.

Soon, it was barely seven inches, then six, the length almost looking like he could have held it in one hand, not even needing to stroke to cover the whole thing. It looked so hard, as if in his subconscious state, the tiger loved losing what he had.

Finally, it reached a scarce five inches, and it bobbed and twitched as the tube was removed. The doctor took it away from him, and the folf smiled to himself, giving the little dick a flick. It was, perhaps, average for some people, but on such a big tiger, it was positively puny.

"Would you like his inches for yourself, Ryker?"

The folf blinked. It was certainly a thought; he could always use a few extra inches, and he had considered using his gains with the Institute to get them at one time or another.

On the other hand...He shook his head.

"Save them for something else. I don't want to get so big that I can't actually use these guys."

"We can alter -"

"Or be able to fit into my own clothes."

"...Fair enough, that is a good point."

As the matter was dropped, Ryker told the good rat the rest of his ideas, and then stepped back. Better to let them get to work...and besides, he had a few ideas that he wanted to 'work out' of his cock after getting that little show.

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The process continued over twelve hours, with the folf in and out of the operating room to watch the progress. The physical changes were...small enough, considering how good the tigers already were, but he wanted them to be perfect. He had specific ideas for both of them, and the Institute and Dr. Joseph slowly brought them to life.

The muscled stud, in addition to being shrunk, had a small 'birthmark' placed on his ass cheek, one that was more like a branding than anything else. It was a folf pawprint, a mark that showed through the fur and couldn't easily be hidden. His balls were enlarged by about 30%, giving them an appearance of very low-hanging fruit, and Ryker made sure that certain characteristics about his sweat and smell were changed, altering the way that the tiger left scent in places, and massively reducing the musk that he could build up.

The other tiger went from bookworm to femboy, though a bit of a muscled one. A few tweaks to his hips left them on more of a swaying rotation rather than the normal build, and his ass was padded with a bit of fat that the Institute kept stored around. Ryker had them add the same sort of 'birthmark' as he had added to the big guy, and made sure that, while the tiger kept his size, couldn't actually get hard without something shoved up his ass. If nothing else, it would mean that the femmy tiger would need to keep something in him at all times.

And that was only the physical stuff that he had done to them.

When they were finished being operated on, the folf followed the pair to the conditioning labs on one of the upper floors, and, though he was limited to being on the upper gallery, due to the gasses that kept the tigers in a continual sleep state for their conditioning, he preferred it there. The upper gallery offered a better view, and he had a few 'toys' around for getting off to the show.

As one of the Institute slave dogs bobbed his head up and down the folf's cock, he watched as the helmets and dildos were placed on and in the two brothers. They were on lifted chairs, made to face each other, and their cocks touched as the hypno-helmets began the download of different ideas and memories to them.

Ryker had been given the option to make them think they'd always been his servants, his slaves, but he had declined that. Instead, he asked for something more old-fashioned. Trigger words, things that would activate different behaviors.

After all, he wanted pets, toys, but ones that could think for themselves. Ones that were perpetually zonked had no appeal to him.

He laid his hand on the pup sucking him off, keeping him pinned at the base of his cock and sucking hard. The feeling was nice, but the real pleasure came from the show down below, as the two sleeping brothers oozed pre all over each other's cocks, frotting one another in their deep, hypnotized sleep.

Two days later...

Ryker returned to the Institute, having gone off for a weekend away while the mental conditioning worked its way through the two tigers. As soon as he walked into the lobby, he was met by the black dragon.

"It's done?"

"It's done, Ryker. You can come and get your property now."

"Awesome."

He followed the doctor to the elevator, and it took them down, but only a couple of floors. He knew that it was the waiting room, where property - fresh, as well as the lost and found - could be claimed, as well as used. The folf rubbed his hands together, barely caring that he looked like a stereotypical villain as he did. After seeing the two brothers getting their minds worked over, and then having to be away for this long, he was too eager for his fun to care.

The dragon guided him towards the right door, midway down a long hallway, and then stepped away.

"Have fun. I'll be back to get you in about an hour."

"I'll have plenty of fun in that time...make sure you bring leashes."

"You'll find some in there. See you later."

As his guide walked away, Ryker opened the door and peered inside. What he saw was enough to leave his cock throbbing.

Both brothers were staring at each other, looking shocked, and more than a little aroused. At least, judging by the way that their cocks were dripping as they looked each other over. The folf could see the muscles in their necks pulling, trying to turn their heads, but it was useless. The pair of them were utterly infatuated - physically, at least - with one another, due to all the things that the Institute had put in their heads.

Admittedly, the femmy one didn't have any erection, due to the lack of toys in him, but he was dripping, that out-of-proportion fat cock hanging limp from its sheath and looking so eager. The folf chuckled, the first sound he'd made.

Both brothers whipped their heads around, matching green eyes staring at him. The big guy got up, panting as he started walking across the room.

"What did you do to us, Master? Who the fuck - wait, what, Master? Fuck, Master!"

The tiger's eyes were getting wider and wider with each repetition of the word, and Ryker couldn't help but grin. He might have to get the Institute to tone that down, to get the word 'master' removed after literally every sentence, but for the moment, it was pretty funny. And sexy.

But the tiger looked like he needed to calm down a bit, and the folf cleared his throat.

"Kitty Play."

Suddenly, the two brothers dropped down to all fours, their eyes going from shock and fear to utter happiness. They seemed to sparkle as the tigers crawled around, grinding their sides against his legs like big house cats.

Still chuckling, Ryker reached down and petted the pair of them, his hands running down their backs to their rumps. One muscled, one squishy, both of them feeling quite nice under his hands.

Shaking his head, he took a few steps back, and said another trigger phrase.

"Normal Boys."

The look of worship switched off, and the two brothers stared at him, their eyes wide as they realized what had just happened. Ryker let the silence stand for a few seconds as he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms.

"You two, as you probably guessed, are now my property. Tell me, oh limp one, how long have you been awake?"

"Um..."

The fem-boi blushed, looking down at himself.

"Come on, speak up."

"About...about two hours, Master."

"Two hours. Then you both have noticed that you're a lot different compared to when you went under. I'm sure that you have questions. I might answer them, in the future, but for now, I want you to understand something.

"You two are my reward for the work that I've done for this place. In return for that work - which I don't think you need to know about - I had the chance to choose two slaves for myself. I chose you."

"Why us, fucker-Master?"

The muscled tiger seemed utterly disgusted with the way that he said that, and Ryker wondered if he would need more time under the hypnotic helmet. It seemed like the subby conditioning didn't pertain to his normal self. But that could be managed; he would give it a week before seeing if it needed more.

"Why not you? You are both very sexy, and neither of you seemed to be particularly involved with anything. Both unemployed, both of you living off of a trust fund that your family set up. Nobody will miss you, nobody will notice that you were gone, and there was very little work that needed doing."

"Work?"

"Oh, like your brother's smaller cock, your inability to get hard without a dick or a toy up your ass, the brands on your asses. Not much, but all wonderful finishing touches."

He chuckled to himself as they blushed worse and worse. The folf looked to the side, and spotted some of the toys that the dragon had picked out and left there. He grabbed a pair of collars, double checked that they were up to his standards - they were - and tossed them over to the brothers.

"Put these on. They'll be your most consistent clothing from now on."

The femme one took to it rather quickly, thankfully. He blushed as he picked it up, but put it on without comment. The other one, however, growled as he picked it up. He hesitated, holding it by his neck, but either the conditioning or fear persuaded him to put it on as well. Ryker nodded.

"Good, good. Then there's just one more thing before we get down to business."

"And what...what's that, Master?"

"I'm gonna mark the both of you, in a way that I'm damn sure you're going to remember."

Both brothers looked down, and he was glad to see that they knew what he meant. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling at his own cock until it was pointed upwards, sliding free enough for what he wanted.

"Come here, and kneel."

"Fuck that, Master! I'm not gonna get pissed on, Master!"

"Boy, I don't think you understand this."

"I'm not a boy!"

"You're hung like one, though. Less, if you keep defying me."

"...Less?"

"Yes. I could leave you a cock-less slut, if I really wanted. And I don't think you want me to take it THAT far, now do you?"

"...no."

"Good. Now, join your brother, and we'll get this over with."

As the muscled tiger crawled across the floor, he reached out and patted the more obedient male. The slinky feline arched his back, pressing the top of his head against Ryker's palm. Promising, promising, he had to admit. At least one of the boys was eager to be in his grip, under his rule.

When they were both before him, he pushed his cock down. Instead of letting loose immediately, he gently tapped their noses with his cock, giving them a little taste of his scent. Both of them shuddered, and he grinned as they started leaking a bit more pre. More for him than for each other.

Most excellent...

Then...it was time to mark them.

He let it loose, his cock bouncing in his hand as he let his piss spray over the pair of them. It splattered against their cheeks, pulling their whiskers down from the deluge as he whipped his cock back and forth.

Neither of them made a sound of complaint, and he knew at least one of them was purring as the warmth drenched their fur. He chuckled, dragging his cock down the muscled brother's chest, before flicking it up and hitting the femme one in the chin. Dragging it down in another line, watching the yellow fluid drip through their fur and onto their legs, and then down on the floor.

Bit by bit, he marked them, leaving his scent in their fur, and as he did, he saw the defiance start to fade from the bigger tiger's eyes. He chuckled, letting the flow come to an end, and shook his head.

"You are both mine now. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Yes...Master."

"Good. I want you to remember that. And I want you to remember something else. As hard as I use you, I will take care of the both of you. As hard as I push you to improve, to do the things I want, I will make sure that you get all that you need. I am not someone that takes his toys, then puts them in a box to forget about them. I will -"

The folf grunted as something hit him in the back of the head, almost stumbling into the piss puddle in front of him. He caught his balance, and grabbed at whatever had hit him.

Towels?

He turned around, seeing the black dragon poking his head through the doorway.

"Nice speech, but either clean that up or get them to do it. These rooms aren't meant for piss play."

"You coulda told me that."

"Do you see a drain anywhere in here? Clean it up; I'll get the deodorizers in here later."

The dragon disappeared, and the folf shook his head. Well, that kind of killed the mood...but he could always get back to that later. He threw one towel each to the slaves, and kept one for himself.

"Well, you heard him. Let's get this cleaned up."

They all got to work, him not wanting to leave them feeling too 'used' just yet. But as they cleaned up the puddle, he saw the way that the tigers were looking at him. Looking at him like someone that they could trust.

And he smiled. Perhaps that interruption wasn't so bad after all.

The End