The Flesh Trade, pt. 2: Alan Baxter
#2 of The Flesh Trade
This is a story series for Lupercus Whitewolf. This second part has little in the way of smut in it but introduces the character Alan Baxter, a cold and heartless slaver wolf, and sets him up for the rest of the story. Although this chapter has no yiff I felt the need to rate it adult because of the rest of the series, and therefore it has an m/m tag which doesn't refer to any particular event in this chapter.
The Flesh Trade
by, WolfHound Baxton
Part 2: Alan Baxter
Alan Baxter had once served as a merc in dragon tycoon and crime-lord Xarius Augustine's private army. The red-eyed jet black wolf had the aggressive temperament of an alpha warrior and a taste for fine cigars. He had been one of the most feared trainers at Augustine Enterprises' own slave farm. He was a great advocate of the use of progressive pain to break down his victims. If a slave resisted or disobeyed a command they would first be punished with mild to moderate pain, finally culminating in severe pain until they relented. Despite appearances though, Alan was not a complete brute but fancied himself a sort of scholar of pain. He had written several torture manuals describing the various techniques and intensities appropriate to every situation.
Alan began to get in some hot water at work after a couple of his fellow trainers took a dislike to his methods which they considered overly harsh. In this closed environment of Xarius' slave farm some of the mercs could lose their perspective on reality and begin to treat individual slaves as if they were their personal pets and not the property of Augustine Enterprises. Alan caused some trouble for himself when one of these "pets" resisted so much that he wound up in the medical facility.
"Not my fault," said Alan. "If 237 didn't want his knuckles broken one by one he should have licked my boots when I commanded it the first time."
"Sergeant Baxter," said Captain Tobit sternly. "I recommended you for transfer to this position because I knew you had what it took to intimidate and squeeze obedience out of these slaves. I could smell it on you when you came into my office."
Captain Tobit was a smallish otter with spectacles but smartly dressed in the uniform of the AE militia. Papers were neatly stacked on his desks and scale models of the slave farm's main tower, which he had designed himself, were proudly displayed on his desk.
"But our slaves have no value to the end consumer if they're broken on arrival," continued Tobit.
"With respect, sir," responded Alan. "They have no value to the end consumer if they won't obey simple orders."
Tobit pretended to nod sympathetically but he really didn't approve of Alan rocking the boat with his incidents and complaints. The captain flipped through a series of reports in a leather-bound notebook and adjusted his spectacles, continuing to read. "I also see you complaining about our new chastity policy. That's bordering on insubordination you know."
"Well I stand by it," proclaimed Alan. "It's totally ridiculous that guards and trainers should have to wear the same chastity devices as the slaves while on the job. It's even more ridiculous that that good for nothing layabout Corporal Mori doesn't have to wear one. Sexual humiliation is a huge part of slave-breaking and if I can't do it I can't do my job."
"Well privately I can sympathize," said Tobit again, "but you know the boss has very strict beliefs that only dragons like himself should be allowed sexual release ... ever. And while he won't force this belief on everyone here in Bastana, he does at least demand it be respected on his property and bit his employees while on the job."
"Well you know me and the quality of my work," said Alan. "Let me have a small section of the slave farm where I can do things my way with strict discipline for the slaves and no chastity rules for the trainers and I promise you that I can turn out a superior product."
"Very good," responded Tobit, somewhat surprising Alan. "I think this is an excellent proposal. Let me schedule a meeting with Mr. Augustine where you can discuss your ideas ... oh ... next Monday at 13:00 hours perhaps?"
"Sounds good to me," said Alan.
In truth, the meeting was a cunning ploy on the part of Captain Tobit to dispose of Sergeant Baxter in an indirect way. Alan had carefully written up plans for his experimental facility and rules by which it would operate that he was most pleased with, including the removal of chastity for guards and trainers which he justified on completely rational grounds.
It was hard to say if it was the point about the chastity that caused Xarius, to explode or something else. The great black and green dragon had stood calmly, flitting his wings as he listened to the proposal. Perhaps it was the fact that Alan Baxter was proposing a near-autonomous facility run by him that threatened the Dragon Lord. Perhaps all sorts of emotions were boiling beneath his cunning exterior and building a cauldron of rage and hate, but when Alan came to the point of chastity his draconic blood boiled with rage.
In truth, Xarius was a greedy monopolist and could tolerate no competition in his business or some sub-Draconic life form rising above its station without his blessing. He would suppress all competition and all impudence by whatever means he could. So of course Alan Baxter found himself fired and tossed into the streets of the decadent night-life of Bastana's Grande Island.
It was here, drinking his problems away in some smoky bare that he was recognized and approached by Mason, the border collie who had once worked for Xarius in Tobit's place, now outcast. They agreed that with Alan's ideas on slave discipline and Mason's funds they would be able to create a new slaver business, called Servicorps, and deliver high quality products that could compete with any slaves sold by Augustine Enterprises.