'Left, left, left, left, fuck man. Why aren't there any hot chicks left on Tinder?' Jason asked his buddy Mike in the locker room of his gym. 'I don't know man, chicks are all ugly and fat nowadays. Or they're disloyal to man, all the cheat man, you know that'. 'Left, no, no, left again, le- oh wait. She's hot man, look at that.' 'Yeah man! Look at her bio: "I'm looking for a man who doesn't cheat, has a good job and has a fantastic body." Jason man, this is perfect for you.' 'Fuck yea man!' Jason swipes right and moments later a date is set: tomorrow evening.
Jason walks up to the restaurant, he's wearing a new suit; the last one didn't fit anymore due to his excessive gym activity. This one fits perfectly however, his broad shoulders, big pecs and massive biceps are being accentuated through the suit. They would meet on the street four minutes ago and he's alone in a neighborhood unfamiliar to him. He doesn't like this at all, but maybe this bitch he's meeting is getting him lucky tonight. A woman walks up to him, she asks: 'excuse me, are you Jason?' Before he could say a thing two hands press, from behind him, a piece of clothing against his mouth and nose. Jason struggles and try to get himself free but two firm hands hold his arms in an iron grip. He mumbles: 'what the he-', but looses consciousness.
Jason wakes up with a headache and confused where he is. He is in a sitting slumped with his back against a wall, he tries to get up but hits his head against a metal frame. He looks around and sees that he's locked inside a cage, more like a kennel. He notices he's naked: 'fuck man, hé hé will somebody get me a pair of clothes'. There's no response. He looks down and sees a cage around his earlier so big dick: 'Mike , you up to this. It's not funny anymore man, get me out'. No response again. There's just enough room for him to turn around and he places himself on his hands and knees.
