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Jason stared at the screen. Not just the screen itself, but the words written across it. He gulped quite loudly and re-read it just to make sure. He pushed himself up and out of the chair. He turned and started to pace across the room. He was scared, but some how, excited. He was going to have to make a choice here. He didnt know what to choose though. He liked life as it was now, but, this was the club of his dreams...

(A good five minutes pacing later...)

He stopped and turned. Jason pushed the chair out of the way and leaned over the key board, starring the screen down in a death stare. He pushed his index finger down on then enter key. The screen went blank. He starred at it for a few moments. When he realized that nothing was coming back onto it, he stood and looked at his hand, he was shaking softly. He didnt know if this was an elaborate joke, or if this could really be happening. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a large mug of coffie. He put into some milk from the fridge, and then a very small amount of sugar, feeling he wanted the sweeter taste after all this. He sipped it and leaned against the counter top.

Soon enough, he had finished half the mug. He stood and went down the hall and into his bedroom. He stood, starring at his bed for a few moments as he sips his coffie.

He squealed loudly. An arm was wraped around his neck, the other moving over his nose and mouth to shut him up. He fought back and dropped the coffie, feeling it splash all over his legs and feet, burning him slightly. He wrapped his fingers around the arm on his neck and pulled at it furiously. The towel that he was wearing dropping to the floor and polling around his ankles. Suddenly, another set of hands started working at his legs, pulling something up. These two sets of hands and arms were no push overs, easily able to out power him. He tried to make some sort of noise, a cry for help, but there were only muffle groans going through the unrelenting hand.

The second set of hands was still puling the pant like object up. Though, this couldnt be a pair of boxers or anything, it felt like.. cold.. hard... it was! it was some sort of metal contraption!. After a good ten minutes, jason not making it easy for the pair, kicking squirming, fighting back, The second set of hands had the belt up over his hips and pushed it closed, making it click three times before the wolf howled in a small amount of pain when it wouldnt go any farther.

Another click, then another. The second pair of hands had attached two pad locks, one on each side. He struggled some more and was finally given into as a big, strong, and actually very good looking lion stepped in front of him, obviously the second set of hands. The lion carried a wide grin on his muzzle and was showing off two long, white fangs. He wore a nice suit. He looked like one of those hired kidnappers from a movie. Dressed all fancy so no one would suspect them. He gasped in that realization. Was he to be kidnapped here?

The lion nodded and grinned having looked the pup over. He moved around and pulled a duffel bag forward. By this time, jason had stopped struggling, having worn himself out already, and the second set of strong harms still held him tightly. The lion couldnt help but laugh softly. "open his mouth.." He said in a simple, but very strong voice. The first set of arms did just that, uncovering his mouth with his hand and squeezing the corners, forcing them open. The lions chuckle was menacing as he reached into the bag and pulled out a big, black hood. He quickly pushed it over the top of his head and down it went, it only opened in the back. He then realized that there was a peice protruding from the snout holding part. He felt it being slid into his mouth, all the way back untill he gag a bit from it. Then he felt the hood tighten around his neck, and he heard the muted zipping of the zipper. He then felt more than heard the click of the pad lock.

Now, this hood basically enclosed his head completely. His ears were sealed into earpieces, eyes blinded by the leather, nose and mouth completely block off. He felt a weird sensation though, two tubes were being pushed into his nose. The tubes came out of the mask, joining to form on tube. He realized that this was how he was to breath. He sucked in air softly through the nose tubes, feeling his nose tingle as he did so.

Then, something he wasnt expecting, but of course without his sight or sound, he could never really know what was coming. He felt the long tube like object in his mouth start to inflate, pumping up like someone was using a tire pump or hand pump. He felt his muzzle being pressed up and up. Finally, his mouth was held open, not much, but a little, being forced against the top of the muzzle. This effectively gaged him. He tried to groan from how uncomfotable this all ways, struggling a little again, but the groan didnt even make it out. He was now blind, deaf, mute and couldnt smell. His last sense was touch/feel.

That seemed to be the lions next target. He pulled something else out that the wolf could not see. By now, jason was shaking with fear. He felt his left leg raised, and something pulled onto it. Then his right leg with the smae, very tight sensation. He felt it being fitted all the way up his body. His arms were pushed into it, his tail was left in the open though. It was zipped up the back and he felt just how tight it really got. It had to be latex. It constricted and conformed to his entire body. It showed every curve, every small detail. He was now officially, nothing more than a doll.

He felt his arms pulled behind him. He felt them being tied into something. Something that ran all the way up his arms, almost to his shoulders. It pulled them tightly togethor and made his arms stay behind his back with his shoulders rolled back.

He was pushed forward, he tried to stop the strong men, but couldnt. He tried to call for help, but nothing came out around the very effective gag. He felt his legs lifted suddenly. He was being carried by the two men. He had no idea where he was going. Where was he? Was he still in his apartment? Was he in the same building? With no conception of time or sight, sound, smell, he had no idea where he was. He felt himself lowered finally, into something. He heard a very muffled sound of a click. He was locked into something.

The lion and his accomplice had locked him into a trunk in the back of a car. They had run the breathing hose out of the box, holding it in place so that he wouldnt accidentally block it and suffocate. The lion reached over and pulled out a remote. He pressed the on button and the ears in the hood came to life, but only the wolf would hear any of it. It was playing the sounds of sex, moans and grunts and panting and the slaps, anything that had to do with sex, played into his ears. This was ment to get him horny and aroused, which it did perfectly. His cock strained against the belt and couldnt come from his sheath. It was forced to harden in his sheath and he was left frustrated as they got into the car, starting it, and driving off down the suburban road...