Mason's Transformations - Chapter 1

Okay, so I'm not a great writer...but I thought I might try writing a little ficton for all the pups and SIR's out there. I hope you enjoy it. I'm going to try and update the story with a new chapter once a week. Message me if you have any suggestions or "constructive" criticism. Thanks! WOOF!

Mason's Transformations
Chapter 1: First Impressions


"Click...there is was again....that sound..." He had heard it quite clearly in his daze. Mason opened his eyes and peered around the room. His eyesught was blurry and warped, but he could make out a whitewashed room. There was a shuffling of doors behind him. And Mason felt a small prick in his left arm. Why did he feel so sleepy all of the sudden? A man in a white coat stepped into Mason's view, but Mason was now trying his hardest to fight the uncontrollable urge to drift back to sleep. "He's ready" said the man's hallowed voice, then everything was dark...


Mason awoke with a start, trying to capture his surroundings, but it was futile. His entire body felt numb and cold. He had been blindfolded and gagged and both instruments were secured tightly to his head. There was a soft jolt and an uprising of the floor and he realized that he was in motion. Trying to grasp his senses, he heard tires catching the grime of a dirt road and realized he was in the back of a pick-up truck. It was cold outside and wind began to prickle Mason's bare skin. "I'm...naked?" he thought with a shudder. "What's going on here?"


It was only after the truck made a left turn that Mason realized he was caged, too. His body had been tossed unexpectedly and his head hit the metal bars encasing him. He keeled over in pain and tried to rub his head, but found his arms were chained and he was unable to move them much. He could feel the pressure of something tightly secured around his neck and began to try and remember how he had gotten into this situation...he came up with nothing. He couldn't remember anything...only his name.The thought of losing his memory made him feel slightly uneasy and he began to focus on his surroundings again. His body, though naked, had something placed tightly around his neck. He also felt a warm sensation around his hands and feet, that he could only describe as comfortable. After all, his body may have been cold, but his hands and feet felt protected and warm. As he mulled over his situation, he began to recognize the uncomfortable tug of something on his backside. As he shifted his body he soon realized, to his horror, that somebody had stuck something in his posterior. The object felt large and dense, and without great effort, would not come out easily. Teary-eyed, he wondered how he could've gotten himself into this situation. The din of the motor was beginning to hurt his ears and he felt sick. Far off, he thought he might have heard an owl hooting, but it must've been his imagination. He didn't brood over it, because his attention turned to the truck, which was now slowing in speed. "We've stopped moving?" Mason thought to himself.


Mason was right, the engine faded and the door of the car swung open and closed again. The driver began to move away from the car and Mason could make out his footsteps in the dirt. Mason tried to jump up to hear what might have been going on, but again banged his head on the metal bars above his head. Ignoring the pain this time, Mason waited to hear anything out of the darkness. But the footsteps had dissappeared. There was a long pause and the silence continued to remain unbroken. Mason was all alone again. He rested his head on the floor of the cage, feeling slightly relieved knowing that he was safe for the moment. A feeling which faded quickly, however, when multiple footsteps approached the car. "One...two...yes two people" Mason thought. He could make out the long striding footsteps of the first individual and quick footed pacing of the second. They approached the back of the car and for a few short moments there was absolute silence. Out of the darkness, one voice said," This one's the only one?"
"Correct." said a second more aggressive voice. Trained and altered all in our facility." Mason could already tell he didn't like the second man's tone very much. His voice cruel and edgy. It was the voice of a man who would find pleasure in harming others. More interestingly, the individual accompanying him seemed fearful and anxious. Mason's heart was beating faster and faster, he couldn't believe that he was about to be viewed completely naked and in his current state by total strangers.


He could hear the tailgate of the truck drop and the cage moved a little. One of the men jumped into the truck and pulled the blanket off of the cage. A gust of cold air rushed into the cage and Mason shivered. Maybe from the cold or the embarrassment or both, but complete strangers were now staring at him in his state. A few moments pass, again the silence is broken by the aggressive man. "Well, what do you think? Good enough for you?"
"Yes, I hope he isn't badly injured." Said the other man.
"It ain't my job to deliver em, your lucky my boss even aggreed to this measure. So, grab the leash right there, your starting to make me sick." A small shuffling was heard and a clinky leash was pulled from somewhere. The cage shifted and Mason could hear the doors opening. One by one, the locks came off. For a moment Mason thought of running, but abandoned that idea as soon as he felt a click near his neck. The leash, which had just been placed on his neck pulled ushering him into the unknown. It was like some bad dream. The leash pulled harder now, and Mason leaped up on his hands and knees and began to move. Nervous and anxious, he took two steps forward. "That's is boy, just a little more!" said a comforting voice ahead of him. Two more steps forward. The leash gave a little slack, now. "Stay!" Said the voice firmly. Mason stood still standing on the tailgate of the truck, and in this moment it was hard for him to place his feelings. He was nervous and scared at the thought of what these two individuals might do to him, but in this position, he felt amazingly natural.


"Well?" Said the aggressive man.
"How...how do we get him off the truck?" Said the anxious voice.
"He's not my problem anymore, or did'ja forget already? Hell, he ain't even human anymore!" the aggressive man contorted. Mason didn't know what to think of this comment. Or more appropriately he didn't have time to react as a sharp jab thrust into his ribs. The weight
of the kick threw Mason off the bed of the truck and he landed in the cold dirt. "You are too cruel to him." said the other voice. Mason was had begun to whimper and lay on the ground sulking. Aside from being kicked he had just fallen 4 feet off the truck, and he had felt the full impact of the fall. Tears streamed from his eyes and his whimpers turned to sobs. The two men seemed to ignore him, but Mason didn't care, all he wanted to do at this moment was cry.


"Well, you got him now, so you deal with him. My boss is waiting and he aint to happy about this."
"Well, tell you boss if he ever does anything like this again, he's going away for a long time." Said the other voice, with more strength and pride to it. Mason turned his attention from the pain and to the conversation, was he being defended? These men obviously didn't agree with one another. Maybe this man would let him go once the aggressive man left. A Tug on the leash again prompted Mason to get up again and follow. His entire side ached and somehow he managed to crawl all the way up to the stone steps of a house without collapsing. Mason could hear the truck's engine starting and was relieved that the aggressive man was now leaving. The leash slackened again and Mason stood there for a moment, still blindfolded and gaged. The creaking of a door was heard in front of him and with a sharp tug he was led inside the house.


The first thing Mason noticed as he entered the room was that it was amazingly warm. The cold air from the car ride had made his body feel a little numb. So, it was a relief for him to feel the warmth of the room for the time being. The smell of burned wood had suggested a fire somewhere, and his mind drifted slowly from his painful sideache to any other sound or smell he might capture. It was both exciting and frightening to him. The leash began to tug, yet again, and he groped deeper into the unknown room. His shoulder brush past something cold and for an instant it felt like the caress of a stranger's hand. In a room far off, a sniffing sound was heard, and it seemed as though a creature was itching to get out. Mason didn't think too much about the sound, however, because the leash had stopped tugging. With a soft click it fell to the floor and Mason could now feel the man working on undoing the gag in his mouth. After a few moments the gag also dropped to the floor, and Mason was moving his jaw up and down in repetition. With a soft poke, Mason felt the pain in his side again and gave a soft moan. The man seemed to notice and spoke softly,"What a nasty bruise that bad man gave you, but don't worry, we will fix you right up!" And with another soft click, the blindfold fell to the floor and everything came into focus.


There before Mason, kneeled a young man with sandy blond hair. Their eyes were affixed and nothing else seemed to matter. All Mason saw or wanted to see was this man's deep blue eyes. They were soft and kind, and they sparkled in the light of the fireplace. Mason was breathless and he knew at once that this man would keep him safe. Protect him and save him from anything that might try to harm him. Tears welled in Mason's eyes and he began to sob lightly. The man spoke again, his blue eyes still gazing into Mason's,"Boy, my name is Adam, and I am your new Handler..."