Tom smiles and shakes his head as he clubs Ben over the head. Stunned, Ben clenches his latex hands, making them squeak tightly against Tom's neck. Frowning and noticing Ben was a little stunned from his hit, he doubles up his fist again and clubs him again, a lot harder this time.
Ben stumbles backward and lets go of Tom. Tom punches Ben one more time, and he slumps to the floor in a heap of fur, skin and rubber.
A few hours later, Ben wakes up and finds himself strapped to a table in some sort of strange examination room. Tom walks over and smiles. The latex is up to Ben's shoulders, and he is naked and cold. "Well that was a stupid mistake! I'll make you pay for that... It shouldn't take too much longer before you will make a perfect addition to the scenery around here, Ben! I'm sorry though."
"No you're not." Ben struggles against the straps that have him pinned to the table. Tom knows they will hold, so he shakes his head and quietly walks out of the room, as the latex rubs against Ben's bonds, getting a bit hot with the pressure, and they continue to push up toward his neck, starting to cover his chest...
Ben will NOT give in so easily...