Sweater

It was his most prized possession. not one cum-stain had touched this sweater - ever. it had been with him his entire life -- being passed down from his grandfather to his generation, and he just made the cut - barely - as it just made his waistline. he felt a little bit smaller wearing this, but still, he felt mighty clean and mighty proud for keeping his heirloom of sweater-wearing. Adam looked out the window when he heard a horn -- it was a white van, just like the description papers said.

"Adam, let's get going!" He rushed out the door with his pack, and to his surprise, there were men waiting for him at the car. All of them looked quite big and bulky. For some reason, maybe because he felt like pissing off Jesus christ, he looked at the junk of the men and noticed they're quite... "Meh." Didn't look like they're quite sexually active.

"Mighty fine sweater you have here doesn't he, Frederique?" said a man.

"Not even a cummy from his mistress. What a shame. Are you going to miss her?~" The other man, presumably Frederique, taunted at the willfully-owned-adult.

"Stop..." replied Adam. The unnamed bodyguard finally blindfolded the young adult, before a cloth was forcefully pushed against his nose. Adam let out a squeal of surprise, as he tried to hold his breath.

"Ooh, a fighter." He laughed as Adam took his final glimpse of the world, lungs screaming for air as he finally took a breath from the sweet-smelling cloth.

It was an unmarked hour when Adam awakened. He was on the floor, stripped of basically everything but a gray jumpsuit. Seems like he pissed someone off, however, as the person walked up to him. He seemed to be a humanoid (A.N - Humanoids are Human-like creatures - they might have properties of an android or of another animal. Humanoids are generally capable of human thought, and in some cases, were worshiped as faux gods.), having pointed ears on top of his head, and a linear tail behind him.