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The run-down, rural Space Station known as 'Maiden's Crack' was a particular poor sight in an already downtrodden sector. It's once pearly white walls and futuristic, luminescent glow had grown dim, the walls dingy and dirty. Once, the sector had been a home to one of the Galaxy's most well known police force and general peacekeepers, the Harmony Apex. Made of a wide, diverse collection of different alien species, the Harmony Apex continues to hold a wide variety of different stations all over the Galaxy, and 'Maiden's Crest', was it was once called, was one of them.

Unfortunately, it fell into ruin when a band of rebels and mercenaries overtook the station, commandeering the entire sector for their own grizzly, criminal activities. Efforts to fight back had proved futile and the Harmony Apex eventually gave up, deeming the resources wasted in acquiring the station back to be unnecessary. Over the years, the criminals made it their home and re-named it to something more sordid, and it was now a crime-littered hub for kidnappers, slave traders, thieves and the like throughout the galaxy. Any criminal that was arrested was likely to have at least been there once.

Wandering through what was widely known as the Slave Trader's Bazaar was a muscled, towering man, with steely eyes and a cold heart. He was renowned amongst the people at Maiden's Crack, and he was a regular to the station whenever he came past it in his travels. A mercenary and bounty hunter, he was known simply as a terror, and a person that one shouldn't cross. He was a Rhino, growing into his late thirties, with a grizzly exterior and dry, grey skin. Dressed in the usual clothing for a mercenary, which was typically an ensemble of a shirt and jacket, with practical pants, he was out for one thing: a slave.

His eyes swept over his surroundings as he absorbed all the stands to his left and right. Slave trading hadn't really grown much as an industry since the olden times that Earthen folk were familiar with. It was, and has been, just about the same as it always was: they stand the slave on a pedestal like an animal and have people bid for their flesh, forking credits out hand over fist for the supple flesh of a woman, or a strong man, or even a child. There was no exceptions when it came to trading in lives: everything was up for sale. For what purpose these criminals needed slaves for, the Rhino didn't want to know. That wasn't his business, but he suspected that not all of them were favourable.

The Rhino slowed a little as his eyes were drawn to one of the slaves standing on a pedestal. They were meek and quiet, clearly a child, and clearly something of a particularly rare origin. They timidly stood with their large tail wrapped firmly around their ankle, their wrists bound. The Rhino's eyes trailed up and down the tiny figure, absorbing every inch of their flesh, imprinting it onto his brain. It was cute.

The slaver had the child up in the nude, whilst the jeers of criminals below made it clear what their intentions were with the child. The Bounty Hunter quickly recognised it was a boy, guessing as much from the small package nestled between it's legs. The sleazy slaver made calls for a bid, and was met with a clamour of voices, trying to speak over one-another. Most men would have struggled to pick up what they were making out, but the Rhino's attentive ears caught every word, listening to their bids growing higher and higher. His jaw set. For whatever reason, he wanted this. He wanted the child.

He stepped forth through the crowd, who quickly parted in his presence, for fear they may cross his path. Even criminals knew to avoid this particularly renowned bounty hunter, and even the Slaver shrank away from the Rhino as his steely gaze bore down at him. Their conversation was short and sweet, and within a matter of minutes, the child was his. Led roughly with a hand, the Rhino hoisted the child along by the arm as they moved from the bustling streets of the Slaver's Bazaar and down an alley. They didn't stop there, making their way to the other end of the alley and around the corner.

The walk was quiet, and it gave the child time to look over the Rhino as he was hoisted, naked, through the street. A child his age should have been embarrassed enough to cover his own junk, but he had spent enough time with the slavers to know it was pointless to hide it, and he was desensitised to the idea now. The Rhino's face was lined with odd tattoos and scars, and his jaw was rugged and set, like a veteran who had seen many battles.

Eventually, they stopped outside a collection of flats. After walking through the lobby area, which primarily consisted of junkies shooting god knows what into their arms or prostitutes giving blowjobs in the corner, they made their way up the stairs, and the Rhino slipped a key into the lock of an apartment. From behind the door, there was a depressed hissing sound, and the Rhino waited for a couple of seconds before stepping it. He dragged the child in with him, and closed the door behind them.

It was a one bedroom apartment, and there only looked to be 2 rooms in total. The main area was a living room with a kitchenette in the corner, lined with a variety of expensive kitchenware, and expensive gadgets. As the child turned, his eyes fell on the series of locks on the other side of the door, as well as a glowing blue seal around the edges and hinges. As the Rhino locked the door, there was another hissing sound as the rest of the locks engaged. The Rhino must be keen about security. With that, the two could finally address each other in private.

"Your name?" The Rhino began, shrugging off his loose jacket and hanging it up on a hook near the door. The child's eyes danced over the Rhino's shoulder, examining the scares that riddled his body, from his arms to those broad shoulders. He suspected there was more underneath.

"F...Fentic. Sir." The child quickly made sure to be polite, and the Rhino continued undressing, stopping just after taking off his shoes. He paused, briefly, to take in the boy's body. He resembled a Fennec Fox, but there was clearly a little more to his DNA than that: his fur patterns were not native to those of a Fennec tribe, and definitely held more canine origins. At a guess, the child came from a mixed family who lived somewhere out there in the Galaxy, but the child was clearly civil enough to live in an advanced civlisation. The Rhino had travelled far enough to know of a similar species as the Fennec mix somewhere out there, though he'd forgotten the name of the planet. Just another meticulous detail he'd not bothered to remember.

"I see," He began. "I'm Duncan, but for now, just call me Master. I did buy you, after all."

Duncan was, for the time being, civil. He knew what he planned to do with the young Fennec, though he wasn't being forthcoming with that information, and he could tell that Fentic was quite obviously nervous about that fact, given the way he stood. He was composed, but he was keeping his arms and legs close together, trying to be as small as possible. Duncan knew it would be hard for the child not to be intimidated: after all, the Rhino was a good 3 feet taller than the poor boy.

Duncan swept around the Fennec, taking in the colours of his fur and admiring every inch of his body. He had white fur that covered the majority of his body, but Grey fur lined the top of his tail and his back, sweeping over to his head and just lightly touching his cheeks. This was accompanied by an underlying hue of brown that tipped off most of the grey edges, whilst the shades were darker towards the Fennec's spine. His hips and shoulders were darker as well with peculiar 'V' shaped markings. It might have been odd for Duncan to be so meticulous now, but he preferred to quickly soak in all the little details, so that he could admire them more later.

"Nice fur. You must be hungry." He stepped away from the child, who visibly relaxed at the mention of food. Duncan was playing nice, for now: there be must more time for more sadistic, sordid acts later. He didn't bother to act the child about his heritage, nor did he need to know about how he'd come to be a slave. All he needed to know were a few simple things.

"Are you clean?" Duncan asked bluntly, as he set down an assortment of meats and cheeses he'd had sitting in the fridge from earlier this morning. Ravenous, the young fennec tucked in, devouring what he could for a moment, before pausing to answer the question.

"I...don't know what you mean, uh, Master." He quickly replied, then stuff his mouth with more of the food, quickly gulping it down, lest it might get up and run away. Duncan would have pitied him, if he had much of his humanity left.

"Did they molest you before you were sold?" Duncan decided to be a little more direct, and the Fennec faltered for a moment, before shaking his head. Duncan scrutinized his posture for a moment, before he decided he believed him. A virgin was much more sweeter.

"Alright. When you've eaten, meet me in the bedroom." He informed the boy, taking a step back and moving through into the other room. The lights remained off, giving an air of mystery to the room that the young Fennec had not yet explored. Yet, within that mystery was the palpable taste of fear. He didn't quite know the Rhino yet. He was civil, but he was worried that there was something much darker lurking beneath. The phrase 'stranger danger', coined from the Earthen folk, had never been more accurate in this scenario.

When the plate was finally empty, the Fennec slipped from the rickety kitchen stool and then padded his way, in the nude, from one end of the room to the other. He stood at the entrance to the dark room, gulping nervously as his hands fidgeted by his sides. He took in a deep breath and stepped forwards into the darkness.

As he stepped into the room, the lights flicked on, and he halted in his tracks to stare at the sight before him. The bedroom didn't have just a bed in it, but a variety of sexual implements. A table sat next to the bed with straps on it's surface. A cupboard lay open, with various masks, suits and chains hanging from hooks. Whips and other strange instruments were hooked up onto the wall, as if they were on display, and underneath them stood a long, narrow table, with various silicone cocks lined up on it's surface, from smallest to largest. The Fennec's eyes looked over to the bed and saw an assortment of chains and other bits of shiny black clothing. They all looked to be in his size.

Panic and nerves rose to his throat, and when he stepped back, he felt the weight of something behind him. He whirled around to find the Rhino, Duncan, staring down at him, with a small smile playing upon his lips. The door had been closed, and Fentic watched as the Rhino turned the lock anti-clockwise, sealing the two of them into the room.

"W-What is this place?!" The Fennec squeaked in fright, his eyes darting around the room, his breathing coming out in heavy, paniced pants.

"Just a few things I collect. We'll make use of them, I can assure you. First, lets get you dressed." The Rhino moved across the room as the Fennec turned to face him. He almost didn't dare to run, not knowing what fate would befall him if he defied his new master. He hadn't much idea of how the slavery system worked, but he knew this planet was a bad place. Duncan had been civil enough to feed him. In the 12 year old's mind, he hoped that, surely, the man wasn't that horrible.

He watched as the Rhino scooped up a pair of strange black mitts, and he forced them onto the Fennec's hands, tightly securing them in place. It made it difficult for the Fennec to really be dexterous with them on, and he got the feeling that it was likely the entire point. He recoiled away from Duncan as the man lifted up a series of chains, but Duncan didn't let up, and he slipped them over the Fennec's head. To the boy's surpise, they fit snugly around his body without being tight, nor did they restrain him at all. A single steel ring in the center of his chest was connected to a variety of chains and leather straps that went around his body, from his thighs to his arms. Duncan briefly crouched to strap on some knee pads for the child aswell, making sure he couldn't face any discomfort being on his hands and knees. After that, a muzzle was placed over his mouth, and he let out a whimper, unable to open his mouth very far.

"You look cute." A crude smile spread across the Rhino's scarred face, before he dragged Fentic over towards the strange table with the straps within it's surface. Within much ceremony, the Rhino's hands went under the child's armpits and he hoisted him up, manhandling him into position and beginning to strap him in. At first, Fentic struggled a little, feeling the panic rise to his throat. He wasn't sure why he was being strapped in, and he didn't really want to find out.

"Relax." The Rhino snapped, and Fentic quickly buckled under the assertion, visibly flinching. Duncan swept around the table, and for the first time, the Fennec noticed the Rhino was completely nude. Given the company that the Fennec had kept recently, the idea of someone being naked wasn't uncommon, so he wasn't ultimately surprised he hadn't noticed. He found himself catching a glance, just for a second, as the Rhino's swinging member. Duncan's member was humanoid, something that was a mystery to the Fennec, who sported something much more animalistic.

"Let's start small." Duncan muttered, scooping up a strangely-shaped dildo second from the left, making it almost the smallest one. He set it on the table under the strapped cub, and rummaged through a drawer underneath the table's surface, withdrawing a small tube. He squirted a clear substance on his fingers and, without warning, reached around to press it against of the Fennec's most intimate areas.

Fentic reacted accordingly, arching his back and widening his eyes. The liquid was alarmingly cool, and Duncan's fingers were right against his unused, virgin pucker, smearing that chilly substance against his sensitive flesh. Two fat digits circled around the taut ring, lightly probing and testing the elasticity of the cub's rump, before he finally forced his fingers inside. Fentic whimpered and quivered for a moment as the fingers slipped in an inch or two, just stopping before the cub's inner sphincter. The digits spread apart and lightly stretched the cub's entrance. With the way that Duncan moved, it was clear he had done this sort of thing before.

"Well, you weren't lying." Duncan mused, gauging the tightness against his fingers. It was the kind of tightness that you couldn't fake if you weren't a virgin, so the kid's story checked out. He stuffed his fingers a little deeper, letting the sticky substance aid his entry as the Fenec struggled against his digits, his breath coming out in hot pants. He could tell the young slave boy wasn't used to such treatment, but he'd learn soon enough. The Rhino's fingers sunk deeper and deeper until he was up to the second knuckle, and he lightly flexed his fingers, feeling the inside of the Fennec's body. Soft, warm, taut, malleable. He was a prime specimen. But, then again, Duncan had a good eye for 'prime meat', as it were.

He had honestly hoped that a little bit of coaxing with the food would have made the child a little more receptive, but he couldn't be surprised that the cub was a little apprehensive to the rather sordid acts they were going to get up to. After all, this was rather scary-looking equipment, as first flance. Fentic wasn't able to crane his head to see, having to go based upon feel alone, and the lingering sensation of being full, coupled with the uncomfortable stabs of pain up his spine made for a rather terrifying experience. Duncan felt the spasming of the boy's inner muscles against his fingers as he stuffed himself knuckle-deep, feeling that tight ring quivering at the base of his fingers. Duncan spread his fingers out, feeling around for that sweet spot, and he found it.

The minute one of his fingers brushed across the sweet, intimate area in the Fennec's insides, the child let out a startled yelp, his back arching and his hips bucking forwards. It was a sensation like no other: a sharp, overwhelming wave of pleasure that left the Fennec's mind cloudy and his cheeks flushed. It was so sudden and alarming that he felt tears brimming to his eyes, his breathing heavy and his face a bright shade of red. He felt a hand around his stomach, the Rhino's free arm holding him firmly in place. After a few moments, those digits brushed against that sweet spot again, and Fentic squirmed from the sensation, letting out tiny squeaks and gentle 'yips', a mix of delight and fright in his tone.

He felt a strange feeling stirring within his loins, a strange, intoxicating feeling that sent sparks of pleasure up his spine with each firm massaging of his prostate. The more it was coaxed, the more that feeling rose, and the more flustered he felt. Soon enough, a tip began to slip from the entrance to the boy's sheat, his small member throbbing into view, growing larger and larger with each passing second. The hand that had been holding him firmly in place reached down, and the Fennec let out a weak gasp as he felt the rough skin brushing against the sensitive flesh of his member. His hips instinctively bucked and a chorus of pleasure hummed through his body, leaving him panting.

"You should be nice and stretch by now, I think." The Rhino drew his hands away, much to the young fennec's dismay, who desperately required move of that intoxicating feeling coursing through his veins. Slowly, he felt a feeling of emptiness fill him, and he quickly realise that it was down to those thick digits withdrawing from his rear end. He didn't have to wait for long for something new to happen, as his ears perked at the sounds of a wet, slick substance being spread over something. After a moment, he felt the cool tip of something against his rump once more. Whatever it was, it was tiny.

It slowly began to enter him, and he desperately tried to control his body in any which way to make it hurt less. Unfortunately, he had no idea how to do so, and a hiss escaped his muzzled lips as the appendage sunk deeper and deeper into him. Duncan watched the boy quiver and groan as the dildo stretched open the Fennec's cavity, the ribbed edges abusing his ring and making the cub's muscles spasm. Duncan was already hard and needy, and had been for the past few minutes, but he was restrained enough to wait for the grand finale, before he got his own pleasure.

After a few moments, just over half of the dildo was inside him. Duncan had picked out the 6 inch one specifically, knowing the boy's height might be a factor, but given how easy and receptive and boy's tight ring was, he was seriously considering upping a couple of inches at least. He gently pulled the dildo back as the ribbed edges rubbed along the Fennec's taut entrance, making the cub quiver and moan in a mixture of delight and discomfort. After withdrawing almost to the tip, Duncan shoved it down again.

Fentic couldn't quite explain it: the mixture of pain and pleasure so was delicately exquisite, to the point where an unfamiliar tightening began to develop in his loins, leaving him groaning and panting for more. His little knotted member twitched and pulsed, lightly hanging between his legs, and very tiny droplets of pre-cum dribbled from it's tapered end onto the surface below. Duncan brought a hand up to gently stroke and massage Fentic's rump as the dildo ribbed back and forth, taking an extra inch with every other plunge of the silicon appendage.

The air was quickly filled with the wet, sticky sounds of that dildo plunging back and forth, the gooey sounds of it's moist surface sliding in and out of the fennec's tight ass filling Fentic's ears, leaving him shuddering. His toes curled against the tabletop, his back arched and his body lightly swaying. With every push of the dildo, his body tilted forwards, and it slid back as the appendage withdrew. Soon enough, the feeling in his loins was growing too strong to resist. He let out weak whimpers, feeling that tightness becoming almost unbearable, his innards spasming and twitching from the sensation.

Then, the Fennec let out a muffled protest, wriggling with a little more earnest than before. Duncan watched with mild curiosity, speeding up the pistoning of the dildo that was sliding in and out of Fentic's ass, the ribs gliding and bumping along the fennec's prostate. The poor cub couldn't take it anymore, and his toes curled tightly as his little knotted member twitched and throbbed, convulsion as drops of cum seeped from the tip, splattering onto the table below. He hardly made that much of a mess, with barely enough to cup in the palm of one's hands. Duncan was mildly amused, hearing the Fennec huff and moan with delight as he orgasmed. The cub would be feeling that bliss over and over within the next coming days, for sure.

Slowly, Duncan slid that dildo from the boy's behind and watched the young cub shudder with each rib and ridge of the appendage. With it fully withdrawn, the Rhino set it aside, openly jerking himself as he reached for a standard-sized buttplug. He lubed it up just like he had the dildo, and then inserted it rather unceremonsiouly into the boy's behind. The Fennec had squirmed at first when the fattest part of the plug stretched his rump, but he relaxed a little when it passed that threshold and sat snugly in his behind. Duncan rounded the table and slowly began unbuttoning the straps, much to the boy's relief. He was glad to be off his knees, but he was worried about what he might have to do next.

"Down you come." Duncan commanded as he stepped over to the table to retrieve a belt-like instrument, but upon closer inspection, it was something more akin to a collar, with a leash attached through a belt buckle. He slipped it over the Fennec's head and then tightned it in place, and Fentic knelt on the floor, looking a little anxious as Duncan gave the leash a small tug, guaging whether it was too tight or not. The cub couldn't help but lower his gaze down towards the Rhino's throbbing, erect member. It was startling different from his own, spanning a good 8 inches in length, with a humanoid shape and a foreskin that slipped easily over the head of Duncan's cock.

With that, the Rhino moved around to his bed and laid down on it, tugging on the leash to coax Fentic up onto the bed as well. The child anxiously had to obey, managing to clamber on after some difficulty. He was directed by a few tugs and pulls until he was on all fours, just above the Rhino's member. That buttplug remained firm within the fennec's behind, making it a little uncomfortable to move compared to normal.

"There we go." Duncan sat up briefly and reached forwards, grasping a part of the fennec's mask. Fentic heard the sound of a zip and felt the muzzle around his mouth loosen considerably, making him able to open his mouth. The muzzle itself must have a zip, he guessed, and his eyes darted down to the cock in front of him, before back up to the Rhino's face.

Duncan didn't say a word as he planted his hand on the back of the boy's head, pushing his head down and forcing his cock up against the Fennec's mouth. At first, Fentic resisted, keeping his mouth firmly shut as the head of the member, sticky with pre-cum, smeared over his lips. Duncan's face betrayed his annoyance as he reached up and grasped the fennec's ear, jerking his wrist and giving it a sharp, harsh twist. Fentic reacted accordingly by angling his head and whimpering.

"Behave." Duncan grunted a verbal command, and the Fennec hung his head, feeling tears sting his eyes that he quickly blinked away. That tugging on his ear had stung, for sure, and now he was less than likely to disobey. When that cock smeared up against his lips again, he hesitantly opened his mouth, and his head was pushed down.

Duncan could feel the wamrth of the Fennec's tongue on his cock, feel the way it clumsily wormed around his member and tried to slather every inch in spittle. Duncan curled his fingers around the boy's small head, gently stroking his fur and affectionately petting him with each and every lick. The Rhino let out lot groans of pleasure very so often, accompanied by a gentle throw of his cock that oozed a drop of pre-cum onto the Fennec's tongue. Fentic wasn't much of a fan of the taste, but it wasn't downright horrible, for sure.

"Good boy. Just keep licking, just like that." Duncan rolled his head back, heaving a sigh of contented bliss as the Fennec's head bobbed up and down slowly, his tongue rolling along the underside of the Rhino's cock, occasionally wormed and curling around the head of the member, where it was most sensitive. Fentic was an attentive sort of boy, and merely focused on the places were Duncan seemed to be groaning the most, and that was helping somewhat. His hands held firmly at the base of the Rhino's member, holding the cock steady as his tongue and mouth assaulted the length from the tip and beyond. He couldn't fit much in his mouth, but it was surely enough to please.

Soon enough, Duncan began rolling his hips up, his breathing ragged and his jaw clenched. Each groan was accompanied by a pleasured grunt, his hands lightly digging into the fennec's head and holding him firmly, forcing his mouth a little further down each time. The head of the member grazed against the roof of the boy's mouth with ease, travelling to the back of the cub's throat and forcing the poor boy to gag a little from the sudden sensation. He let out little whimpers in protest, trying to signal that it was too much, but Duncan didn't seem to care. Each thrust was accompanied by another wet dollop of pre-cum that made his movements easier each time, until his cock was gliding back and forth with ease, prodding at the back of the Fennec's throat as his breathing grew more and more laboured.

"Fuck yeah..." Duncan heaved out a long sigh of bliss and forced the boy's mouth down, the Rhino's thick cock sliding down into the boy's throat and stretching it to it's limit. Fentic struggled in a mild panic, unable to take a breath as the Rhino held him firmly down, his breath lightly hitching as he finally reached his climax, with the aid of the cub's spasming throat muscles. Thick globs of cum shot down right the boy's throat, depositing itself directly into the boy's stomach whilst the man groaned and sighed, his first curled around Fentic's fur. He kept him there for just under half a minute, before he finally let go, pulling the boy's head back up and letting him breathe. The cub took in a huge gulp of breath and coughed, gasping for air as a couple of rogue strings of cum splattered the boy's face, causing the cub to quickly cover his mouth and eyes, still in fits of coughing and gasping.

It was then that Duncan let the boy go altogether, allowing him the brief respite to roll back and scrabble for his own comfort zone whilst Duncan enjoy the bliss of his orgasm, his cock lightly pulsing against his stomach and dumping a couple of stray globs of cum against his coarse skin. He sighed, wiping his forehead and smirking a little under his breath as he stared up at the ceiling, his chipped and damage ears tilting and listening to the boy cough and groan, until the young boy's gasps for breath finally subsided into a steady, breathing rhythm.

"We're not done yet, kid. Trust me, I've done plenty more than just this in my lifetime. I'm just getting started." Duncan slowly sat up and stared over at the boy, who sat huddled against the door, taking in large gulps of breath. Duncan snapped his fingers and beckoned, and it seemed that the Fennec had wised up to the fact he should obey if he wants to be treated well, for the cub started crawling across the floor towards him. The Rhino seemed pleased, and reached down to stroke the boy's head.

"Thirsty?" He briefly asked, and Fentic nodded. With that, the Rhino got up, sauntering towards the door in the nude and unlocking it, swinging it open and stepping through. He left it ajar for Fentic to follow, and the cub did so, getting to his feet.

As he walked into the kitchen, he saw Duncan filling up a small dog bowl of water from the tap, and the Rhino turned to see the Fennec standing there. He frowned and set the bowl on the floor. There was a brief moment of silence between them, in which Fentic felt Duncan's penetrating, intimidating gaze. He got the gist of what he had to do, and he slowly got onto his knees, bending his body over to lap directly from the bowl with his tongue. Despite the oddly awkward and humiliating way he had to drink the water, he was glad for the refreshment: the vigorous face-fucking that had occurred earlier had left him parched.

Duncan watched him for a time, eventually crouching down and running his hand over the Fennec's back, lightly stroking him as he lapped up the water. He noticed that the Fennec's tail began to wag slightly back and forth from the combination of quenching his first, as well as the affection. If Duncan weren't a steel-cold veteran to this planet and the world beyond, he would have perhaps cared, even a little bit, about the boy's safety. The child must be naive to all manner of things by now, but Duncan knew that he'd slowly break him, with time. That didn't mean he couldn't at least give the boy a little bit of affection every now and again. But, then again, he didn't know how long he might hold onto the boy for anyway.

When the Fennec seemed finished, Duncan grabbed at his leash and lead him across the kitchen and back towards the bedroom. He could tell that the cub was a little anxious to go in at first, but after some coaxing, he finally agreed to do so, and Duncan lead him in, shutting the door behind him. Back in the dimly lit bedroom, he urged the boy up onto the bed, and Fentic obliged, crawling across the plush sheets, glancing nervously at the Rhino.

Duncan leant forwards and openly manhandled him, pushing him down onto his back against the mattress and spreading his legs apart. One hand went up to zip up the Fennec's muzzle, whilst the other tugged and pulled at the buttplug that had been firmly in the boy's behind the entire time. He heard the Fennec lightly squeaking as his muscles instinctively gripped and tightened down with each tug, but eventually, Duncan managed to ease the plug from the boy's behind, leaving him slightly gaping, and loose enough to be used.

By this point, Duncan was already getting hard again at the thought of what he might do next, but he knew he might need a little aid to make this all the more interesting. He slid off the bed and rounded the table, digging into the draw until he found a collection of rope. Fentic worriedly stared at him as Duncan leant over the bed, grabbing the boy's ands and directing them to the headrest of the bed, which consisted of a mostly metal frame. He looked the rope around the frame and coiled it around the boy's wrists, tightening them and making sure the rope was firmly knotted in place, making the Fennec unable to move his arms. Fentic was mildly surprised: despite being manhandled so roughly, the rope itself was soft and didn't chaff so much against his skin.

He turned his head and his ears perked when he heard the brief clanking of metal, and the cub's eyes widened as he stared at the new implement in Duncan's hand: a strange device which two cylindical, hollow ends, with a bar in the middle. Duncan caught the boy's scared and nervous stare.

"It's a bar spreader." Duncan said simply, crawling back onto the bed and shuffling across until he was sitting in front of the boy. He slipped the boy's leg into one of the parts, and moved a piece across to lock his ankle in. Fentic trembled a little, but realised it wasn't as bad as he thought.

"These parts lock into your ankles, making sure you can't wriggle out of them," Duncan continued explaining whilst sliding the boy's other ankle in place, and locking it firmly so that he couldn't escape. "Whilst the middle expands."

He fiddled with a dial in the middle that Fentic couldn't quite see, and the bar suddenly extended, spreading the boy's legs apart without him being able to stop it. He wriggled and little, his eyes darting from one ankle to the other as Duncan twisted a dial and locked it firmly in place. With that, he gripped the bar and lifted it up, forcing the boy's legs up into the air. Fentic stared wide-eyed at the Rhino's face, and he caught Duncan smirking slightly.

Wordlessly, the Rhino leant back and groped his erect member, peeling back and foreskin and exposing the head of his cock, before he reached over for the lube once more. He didn't bother sticking his fingers in the cub's behind, knowing that he was already likely lubed up from the attention he received earlier. Duncan smeared the gooey substance over his member for a while, before he angled it down and smeared the head of his cock against the Fennec's behind, coaxing a few globs of pre-cum from the end of his member, adding it to the slick movements. He pressed his hips forward, and watched in earnest as the head of his member was slowly swallowed up by the Fennec's spasming insides.

Fentic widened his eyes and wriggled a little as he felt the intruding appendage sinking into his behind. It was a lot thick than whatever he had taken before, and he was struggling to accommodate a little bit. Slowly, Duncan pressed further, and his member sunk deeper and deeper with each gentle push. The Fennec let out quiet whimpers and gentle huffs of pleasure mixed with pain, his insides squeezing and gripping upon every inch of the Rhino's thick, long cock.

Surprisingly, it was easier to deal with than the dildo was last time. There wasn't as much discomfort with the intruding member was before, and that was partly with thanks to the buttplug. For Duncan, the tightness of the Fennec's behind was exquisite, made even more delicious by the fact that he was using a nice, virgin hole. His cock sunk a little deeper before he finally pulled back, sliding out a couple of inches, before thrust in again. The fennec let out a small, tiny squeak of pleasure as Duncan curled a hand against the cub's hips, gripping him firmly. He pulled back and thrust again.

Each jutt of the Rhino's hips was met with a quivering spasm that ran from the Fennec's rump, all the way up to his spine, making Fentic shudder and gasp with each thrust. The Rhino's thick member pushed against his prostate a good number of times, stretching his behind whilst stimulating his senses. He felt as if his body was on fire, his senses were heightened and his skin prickled with a feeling he couldn't quite describe. Already, his small member was poking from it's sheath and gently pulsing into life, throbbing against his stomach with each powerful thrust from the Rhino above him. He felt was if were submitting to him, and he ever so slightly enjoyed it.

Duncan inevitably began to speed up, his thrusts growing more powerful, his hips swaying back and forth as his thighs began to bounce off of the cub's behind. The fennec's whimpers had quietened down to every other thrust, his cock weakly pulsing against his stomach, his breathing heavy and tears sparkling in his eyes. He was overwhelmed by a cacophony of emotions, from the stabbing discomfort of pain to the intoxicating waves of pleasure that swam through his body. Duncan was beginning to grunt with his own pleasure, feeling the tight squeezing of the boy's behind around his cock, making each thrust more pleasurable then the last. He could feel the pleasure building up within him into a tight point that grew larger and larger with each passing second.

Slowly, the Rhino leant over, bending the cubs legs back far, almost to the point where they were touching his own wrists, and he began to thrust with a little more gusto. His hips rapidly bounced off of the Fennec's behind, his balls heaving back and forth and slapping off of the slightly sticky skin. The Rhino's sweat dripped from his body, his teeth gritted and his breathing snorting powerfully from his nose. He began to grunt with earnest as that pleasure built up and up, until he began too much to bear. For Fentic, he was left in a bewildering gaze of pure bliss, having orgasmed amidst those powerful thrusts, his little behind spasming and squeezing whilst his cock weakly dribbled drops of cum onto his fur. His eyes rolled up into his head as his toes curled, and a weak whine escaped his lips.

Suddenly, Duncan reached his back, and he slowed, his thrusts growing irregular for just a moment, before he plunged himself in as deep as his could. His asshole twitched and his taint quivered with each powerful convulsion of his cock, spurting thick globs of cum deep into the Fennec's most intimate areas. All 8 inches of cock as in the Fennec's barely 3 foot tall body, the young cub's stomach sufficiently bulged. Each pump was met with a weak grunt and a gentle sigh of pleasure overlapped all of them. He could feel the Fennec squeezing around his cock even now, gently milking his member for every drop. Whether that was deliberate or not, he didn't know.

Slowly, he pulled back, his cock sliding from that used orifice, his cock caked with a mixture of pre-cum and semen, and he rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. Fentic flopped down to his original position, his tiny chest heaving back and forth, his heart hammering in his chest. His ass lay gaped, cum oozing from the open hole as his ankles wriggled, beginning to get uncomfortable with his legs being spread so far.

Duncan tiredly reached up and tugged on the rope until it was sufficiently undone, and the Fennec's arms were free. After that, the Rhino reached down, unclipping the boy's ankles and sliding the bar spreader from the bed, letting it fall of the floor with a dull 'thunk'. He curled an arm underneath the Fennec and dragged him in close, sighing tiredly and cuddling up against his body. The rare display of affection was something that caught the Fenec by surprise. Something what they had just gotten up to, he hadn't expected such treatment from a man that he could have considered to be cruel and unkind.

Duncan was snoring mere moments later, his arm curled tightly around the Fennec's body. No matter how much Fentic wanted to get up and run, he was unable: not only was the arm keeping him there, but his hands were still within the strange mix of rubber and plastic mitts, making him unable to perform the dexterous movements required to take them off, or even unlock the door. Whether he liked it or not, he was completely and firmly stuck. He leant back against the Rhino's slightly sweaty body and sighed, glancing down at the arm and curled around his stomach, watching the Rhino's thumb lightly stroke and press against the Fennec's fur.

Fentic had a feeling that there might be more in store for him, but he couldn't be sure. Part of him was scared, the other excited. Should be trust the Rhino? Was he really all that cruel?

He just didn't know.