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Christmas time is the perfect time for thieves to nab some valuables, especially in the area which this certain robber has chosen. John crept silently through the halls of the house. He took caution as to not step on the boards that would creak and give away he was there. Luckily the room that had the window slightly ajar was close to the living room which kept the beautifully decorated tree. But the tree wasn’t what John was aiming for, but the presents that lay beneath.
The smallest presents were the ones to aim for. They would contain jewellery, electronics and all sorts of valuables that would be easy to carry. He couldn’t help but peek at a few especially the ones with only a single ribbon holding the lid on. The first gift was small and the perfect size to hold something heavy and expensive. When he pulled what was inside was a disappointing find.
“A dog collar?” The thief signed and kept turning and flipping and twisting the collar around in his hands. “Guess someone’s getting a dog for Christmas.” It’s kind of stereotypical being bright red with a buckle and a few oddly placed rings. He throws it carelessly behind him and sifts through the rest of the boxes only for something to tighten around his neck.
He tries to wrap his hands around it but the object is squeezing his neck so tightly he can’t even jam his fingers under it. He tries to take in breaths while remaining as quiet and calm as possible. It helps that the restraint is stopping him from even a wheeze as tries to draw in air while rolling in agony on the ground next to the tree.
John was too preoccupied with his predicament to realise that there were other things around him moving as he tries to breathe in oxygen. The thing strangling him loosened and he was able to gasp in the air he was deprived of.
His mouth is hanging open as he wipes the drool from his chin only for something to force itself between his teeth. The impact backs him up a step or two from shock and straps prevent him from forcing it back out with a shake of his head. He opts to ignore it for now and remains grovelling to take a break and listen if anyone inside the home heard his struggle.
No sounds other than the blood rushing around in his ears from returning oxygen. He coughs and rubs his throat to feel the object still there. He spots a mirror sitting on a table nearby and heads over to take a look at the thing wrapped around his neck. He leans over and tilts the mirror to find a good angle. It’s red leather.
The collar.
The former thief nearly drops the mirror in shock at his discovery. “whaph uph pha.” The collar isn’t his only fear anymore as he now knows there’s a silicon gag wedged between his teeth shaped like a bone. He takes this as his queue to leave and turns to grab his bag and run only for a little robot flying in front of his face to stop him in his tracks. The little propellors buzz as it calculates and John hesitates to move.
As John was finally about to swerve around it, a laser pops out from it and slashes down the front of him. “Gah.” He takes a look at himself and finds nothing is out of the ordinary. A sizzle that even he can barely hear resonates and the baggy hoodie he wearing is split down the front diagonally making it fall ajar on his body. Even the shirt and layers underneath are cut clean through, with his body left unscathed. He takes this as his finally straw but as he’s taking off the tiny robots laser flies around him and his clothes gradually drop from his body one piece at a time. His pants trip him and his bag that was also cut clean in the process tumbles to the ground throwing whatever was thrown inside from his haul to scatter across the floor. He tries to rip the pieces from his body to stop them from hindering his escape only to realise that there was nothing else covering him. Even his industrial-grade steel cap boots were not spared in the assault.
He tries to cover his privates and scrambles around in the scraps of material to try and find something he can salvage for himself. The soles of his feet are hit with something cold and he jumps in shock as he twists around to look at what’s attached to him now. They look like magnets and a little light blinked on them. Something from the dark also blinks only for it to fly towards him. He tries to crawl back and away and closes his eyes from the impact but all he can feel is a little tightness on his feet and legs which have been manipulated slightly.
On his feet now are new stiff coverings that his limbs have been slipped into. A mechanical buckle is tightly shut just under the knee preventing them from being removed. Both his legs from below the knee downwards is covered in a black rubber-like covering. John crawls towards the closet thing for support, an armchair to stand up. He’s surprised to find himself taller and significantly off balance. His legs wobble for support as his feet have now been forced into a position that forces him on the balls of his feet. The shoe he is wearing now look like paws and bent his feet in a way an animal would have them. He’s thinking now they’re probably designed to prevent anyone from walking in them.
He removes his hands from the chair and aims to balance himself and get out of the house but more things seize his wrists. Black leather cuffs with little rings on them begin to manipulate his arms which caused him to go off balance. He lands on the floor with a heavy thud but he doesn't care if he’s caught anymore. Just before the cuffs tighten a lock in place fully, mittens shaped like paws woosh over and slip onto each hand, inflating themselves with something and solidifying his hands into a weird open fist. The cuffs tighten and little clips force them up to his collar which clicks together, the mittens stopping his fingers from undoing them himself.
With John’s arms restrained he has no hope of lifting himself back on his feet. Even if he did he doubt he could walk to freedom. He tries crawling anywhere but the weight on his elbow hurts him so he remains quiet to listen if anyone has woken to save him.
Still nothing.
As he waits out the silence more things move around the tree and John backs away. He freezes when he feels something cold near his tail bone. In his peripheral vision, a small black tail reminding him of a dog's hovers above his ass. On the end of it is a relatively sized plug. no no no no. John tries to shuffle away but it follows and circles his entrance and starts to slowly push in even with John’s poor efforts to stop it. “MMPH.” It slips inside with a bit of painful effort and lube, John trying his best not to sob out loud with the burning stretch it left behind.
Something else grazes his lower area and he shivers as it floats around his private parts. He jumps with a yelp as something snaps into place around his balls and penis. It’s tight and cold but not painful and his positioning means he’s unable to see what it exactly is.
sccraappee.
A heavy box comes into view and John identifies it as a dog crate. It has a ridiculously large red bow on top and a plethora of blankets cushioning the bed of it. As it slowly moves towards him, the restraints on him do the same.
A green light pings at the entrance and with that the thing inside him comes to life. He practically collapses with his chin hitting the carpeted ground harder than he intended. The intrusion is bigger than needed and leaves an uncomfortable weight inside of him. A warm sensation is building in his stomach which only gets worse as the thing around his privates begins its own vibrations. He tries to hide his embarrassment from no one as he realises he’s growing hard.
He lets out a cry when something administers as zap to his bare ass. It zaps him again and he reluctantly returns to his knees and elbows with shaky limbs. When he finally steadies himself it zaps him again and he jumps to face it like he was a dog aiming to bite a wandering hand. He keeps turning and twisting around and the robot only stops its zapping when he finds his behind is facing the entrance of the crate. It begins forcing him back making sure he doesn’t divert his path away before he’s fully within the cage.
A few last things are flying towards him which he cannot block. Black floppy dog ears are placed atop his head, his real ears being plugged and ceasing any sort of sound from being heard. He violently shakes his head to dislodge them but it does nothing with the vibrations below intensifying themselves and causing him to cease his movements.
”mmphm mmphm.” He desperately wants release but all the ministrations aren’t enough for anything to be achieved with the tightness around his balls and member preventing him from doing so. Finally, his eyes are covered with a black cloth and all he can do is whimper, which he himself cannot hear. He wants something to happen with the thing inside his ass, whether it be taking it out or moving it in a way that would provide more friction on a sweet spot inside him. With a click, the door of the box is closed the timer is set to be allowed open for tomorrow morning, Christmas.