Breaking James Ch 1
Abducted from the streets, James is forced into a life of slavery at Club BunBun. But being a freshly caught slave, he needs to undergo the spirit breaking discipline training.
This story takes place around the world of Club BunBun, of which you can find more about in my RP group of the same name.
James had lived a relatively uncomfortable life. At the age of 17, the young mouse had yet to undergo any visible signs of puberty. He didn't know if it was a glandular problem, or merely some freak accident of nature. He was almost into adulthood, yet he stood only 4'0 tall, and with a young boy's physique at 100 lbs. Other mice he had known had grown to be at least 5 feet, and weighing around 120. He was undersized, and underweight, despite the fact he tried to eat healthy and exercise. His fur was a silvery gray color, almost matching with his colbalt colored eyes.
James' lack of developing masculinity had caused some trouble growing up. Many assumed he was still a young boy at best, or a faggot at worse. Those who knew his proper age often made very rude comments or gestures towards him, while those who didn't know of it treated him like a child. It was what prompted him to move out of his parents' house a year ahead of schedule, he needed to get away from all that and start some place new. Now, here he was, living in a two room appartment in the city. He was barely making due by earning a job at the video store. It took some considerable effort to prove that his ID was not fake, and that he was, indeed, old enough to work.
He managed to watch free movies and occasionally play the video game demos on days when the store was running slower, so it wasn't too bad of a job. At least he got entertainment to help ease his boredom, unlike some other jobs he could think of.
As it happened, his shift was nearing an end now, and it was time for the night shift replacement to come in and relieve him. Checking the clock, he began to head out the door just as it opened up, and his replacement was entering. It had taken a little while, but he memorized his replacement's punctuality, so he could be on his way out the door almost immediately when the other was entering.
His replacement was some punk jackal girl called Page. She had the tips of her hair dyed a neon green, and grew it down over one eye. Unfortunately for her, the video store had a uniform, or she would have undoubtedly used more for her look. The dark red apron and black pants, and white shirt didn't look very punkish, after all.
James gave only a faint greeting to her, and she to him, before they passed each other by, and he was on his way down the road to catch a cab. He still didn't have enough money to even buy a car, not to mention keep up with the payments on it. To his surprise, a taxi arrived almost immediately as he got to the stopping point, almost as if it were expecting him.
He opened the door without thinking, climbing into the back and realized too late there was somebody sitting back there with him. James only had the time to begin giving an appology before the fellow passenger shoved a rag over his face. One quick enhale, and James was unconscious, falling over into the passenger's lap face first. The taxi's door was shut, and it sped off down the road.
"Oh, look at that, even when its accidental, he's ready to suck my dick." The passenger said, resting an arm on the back of James' head, holding it to his crotch. The passenger was a rather large panther. He had strong muscles, evidently working out in his spare time, he was perhaps 200 lbs. He had no shirt, but a pair of elastic shorts covered him from the waist, down to the knees. Hugging to his crotch, revealing a sizeable package.
He fetched a knife from under the seat and set to work removing James' work uniform, cutting and shredding the fabric, so he didn't have to pull each piece off in the cramped space of the back seat. When he was finished, he took some of the remaining scraps of the uniform and began to tie him up. Binding his knees and ankles together, tying his wrists behind his back, and tying his muzzle closed. He rolled down a window and tossed the rest of the shredded garments out the window just as they passed by an alleyway, the shredded remains landing in an old dumpster.
The driver asked no questions, for this was no ordinary cab. The driver's boss had powerful connections throughout the city. As the fake taxi began to turn off the main roads, it was approaching the city limits, until finally it sped down an exiting high way leading out to what appeared to be nowhere. Slamming on the gas, the taxi increased to top speed, towards its destination.
When it was approaching the 2 mile marker, it finally came to a skidding stop along the road, leaving a trail of black tire streaks as it did so. The taxi opened as the panther climbed out, dragging the unconscious mouse with him. When he stepped off the side of the road, the taxi turned around and drove off again, back towards the city.
"Why did Master have to hide the club in such a rediculous location?" The panther muttered, slumping the mouse over his shoulder as he began walking off into the west section of the wilds. The club had been expertly hidden. Exactly two miles out from the city, and just beyond vision to the west. Anybody who did not know exactly where the club was, would have missed it entirely. Which is why most of those who arrived here alone did so only with an invitation. Others were brought along as guests.
Sure enough, he soon began to see the shadowy frame of the club on the horizon as he continued carrying James over his shoulder. With night setting in, the club's doors would be opening very soon, if they weren't already. He had made it just in time, and hopefully would be able to relax after a long day.
"I can hardly wait to wrap you around my cock." The panther said to the unconscious mouse, slapping his ass and giving a firm squeeze, "Oh, I so hope you're a screamer type, the moaners are too quiet for my liking." He added with a grin, continuing to trudge on.
End of Chapter 1