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The humid air of the alien planet seemed to permeate Cozar's skin with its thick, putrid fumes. His helmet trapped his perspiration, making the experience an ordeal. He grunted, trudging through the thick undergrowth of purple plants and acid-green vines. The sooner he captured his bounty, the earlier he could get off this planet and return to the clean confines of his ship. A shower would be nice.

The Tzen glanced at his digital wristcuff. He had been trekking through the planet's jungle for two hours now. Funny. It felt like it could've been five, maybe more.

The ground began vibrating beneath Cozar and he instinctively ducked behind the pulsating trunk of a tree-like growth. As soon as it came, the tremors stopped. The Tzen remained in his pose with his hand on the handle of his plasma blade. Another wave of tremors struck, and this time Cozar could barely make out the low reverberations of a throaty growl. Only one beast on this planet could make a sound like that.

"The Erebos," he whispered.

Excited by the prospect of a good shower scrub, he got out from behind his cover and headed swiftly towards the source of the noise. The vibrations were getting stronger as he got deeper into the forest. Every subsequent growl betrayed a bit more about the size of the beast.

Cozar's mind immediately flicked to his dossier on the Erebos. The Erebos was the last of its kind on this planet, one that a particularly wealthy aristocrat wanted in his collection of exotic beasts. Beyond a few aerial pictures of the four-legged feral beast, Cozar knew nothing about the Erebos. He'd have to expect the worst.

He was ready to face a snarling monster, perhaps five or even ten times his height. His plasma blade would give him no advantage with a creature of that scale. With an arsenal of portable stun-bombs, flash grenades, forcefield net, and more, he'd be prepared for this beast. Prepared, but not confident.

Cozar sneered. Acquiring this beast for a personal collection was ostentatious. A creature of this size would be a biological marvel. Science would have much to learn from this. However, the bounty of three million kronzt is enough for the Tzen to brush aside his reservations and keep him focused on the task at hand.

His heels dug into the ground and he stumbled to a halt. His body tensed up and his face was frozen in an expression of shock. He was face to face with the beast, staring into the blood-red eyes of its armour-plated face, mere metres away from him. The beast towered over him, blotting out the planet's twin suns as it peered at him.

Cozar held his breath. He had been so recklessly lost in his thoughts that he hadn't realise that he had reached the edge of the jungle and was now standing in the exposed clearing in front of the Erebos. There was no time to set up any of his fancy weapons; the plasma blade would have to do. If it wasn't enough...well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

The Erebos considered its new opponent with a ferocious look, leaning forward as it let out a soft snarl. It sniffed the Tzen curiously, let out a snort, then turned away. Turning around, it reached for the topmost leaves of a nearby tree and began munching on it.

The Tzen breathed a sigh of relief. Who would've thought that the greatest beast on this planet was a herbivore? The beast wasn't even that huge; it was only about twice his height. Still, the mission was only complete if he could bring the beast back in one piece. One living piece.

His body shuddered involuntarily as memories of a previous hunt returned. He had set up an explosive charge instead of a forcefield cage, blowing-up of a family of Shudins and covering him with a generous splash of blood. Needless to say, there was no bounty reward.

Cozar ducked back under the canopy of the jungle and planned his next steps. Even with his current selection of weapons, taking down this beast wasn't going to be easy. One stun mine would not be enough for this beast, he might need three of them in a triangle formation. If he set them off at the same time, it should just be enough to incapacitate the beast without hurting it.

What next? He'd need to capture this beast and bring it back to his ship. He could do a hover-lift manoeuvre and hoist the beast through the cargo port. The Tzen felt increasingly frustrated as the unwelcoming air seemed to tighten around him, suffocating him with its oppressive vapours.

A fighter ship soared into view over the top of the alien trees, slowing down as it came over the clearing. Performing a complex swoop, it descended over the beast. An energy beam shot out from the ship, engulfing the Erebos in its amber glow. A yellow sphere enveloped the beast, lifting it from the ground as it yowled in surprise. The ship veered upwards into the air with the beast in tow. Within seconds, it ascended into the clouds, leaving a stunned Tzen staring at the empty sky.

---

Cozar sat on the captain's chair in the bridge of his large spaceship. The ship was docked on planet JXN-1923 so the crew was out to replenish supplies and have a little fun on the side. In the meantime, Cozar connected to the planet's web network, looking for new bounty contracts to take on. The windshield--a giant glass panel that took up the entire wall in front of Cozar--lit up with the list of contracts.

He navigated to the category of top-grade contracts and began scrolling through them. The payouts were way better than regular contracts, but their targets tended to be extremely difficult to capture. That, or they were located in an obscure corner of the galaxy, making the journey too long to be worth the trip.

A contract came up: hunt down a dangerous fugitive in TN-91-ZI, a neighbouring solar system. The target had an arsenal of weapons that would make it impossible for the casual bounty hunter to capture him. The reward, however, was what caught his eye: seventy million for two weeks of work. A month tops.

He opened the contract page and scrolled through the details. The number "1" indicated that only one other hunter was attempting to capture the fugitive. Cozar scoffed. It's not uncommon to see inexperienced hunters attempt contracts way out of their league, enticed by the allure of easy gains. They usually didn't cause much of an issue for the Tzen, and most ended up dead anyway.

Cozar clicked on the "1" to view the other hunter, only to find that his competitor wasn't a nobody. From inside his helmet, his brows furrowed and he let out a soft growl from the back of his throat. He clenched his teeth and fists.

He made a call. A dial chime played for a few seconds before the face of a black-feathered hawk appeared on the windshield, replacing the list of contracts.

"Orra," Cozar said coldly.

"Ah, Cozar. What's up? Make it quick, I have a contract to attend to," the hawk said with an air of smugness.

"Don't play around. You took up the TN-91-ZI contract too, didn't you? What, gonna steal my prey from under my nose again, just like you did the Erebos?"

"Get off your high horse, you've stolen some of my targets too."

"That's because--"

"And last I checked, I was the only one working on this contract, which means you're encroaching on my turf. I should be worried about you stealing my prey."

Cozar sneered. Orra was right.

"Don't bother with this contract. I'm already in TN-91-ZI," Cozar lied. "Bet you're still a few star clusters away from here. I'll have the target dead before the solar system even shows up on your radar."

"Oh? But I'm in TN-91-ZI and I don't see you on radar."

"Argh! Fine. Let's make a bet. The winner gets this contract, the loser doesn't interfere."

"And how will we make sure that you don't try anything dirty when you lose?"

Cozar was thankful that his helmet was hiding his expression of pure seething.

"The loser has to stay in the winner's base until every last cent of the bounty has been claimed."

Orra pondered for a moment before replying. "Sounds good. What are we betting on?"

"A game of poker. Three gaia days from now on JXN-1923."

"That works for me. See you then."

"Bye."

The call ended and Cozar slumped in his chair as he heaved a sigh of relief. That was a conversation. He hated Orra. He hated Orra with a passion. Cozar imagined the satisfaction of scoring a win against the smug bird. The taste of victory would be sweet.

But first, he had to win. Cozar was confident that he would. After all, he was good at poker.

---

"Flush," Orra smirked, throwing his cards on the table in front of Cozar's three-of-a-kind.

"Ugh, what. How--why--argh!" Cozar hollered. "Fine. You can have this stupid contract."

"And you're coming with me."

"What?"

"You're now a passenger on my ship until I'm done with this contract. Remember our agreement?"

"Don't trouble yourself. I'm going to find another bounty to hunt." Cozar got up to leave.

Orra slammed his fist on the table. "I insist."

The Tzen hesitated.

"Fine," he conceded. "Take me to your base."

Orra took him to the harbour where a fighter jet was docked. Unlike Cozar's ship, the hawk's ship was much smaller. Meant for agile manoeuvres in space, the ship had just enough room for a pilot and a passenger.

Within the hour, Cozar was taken to Orra's space station: a floating structure painted black to camouflage with the rest of space. The ship was docked and the hawk led him down the white corridors and into an elevator. A tap of the button and the elevator slid sideways along curved rails towards their destination.

After navigating the network of white corridors, Orra was taken to a bedroom. Just like the rest of the space station, the walls were made of smooth white panels. There was a king-sized bed, a television screen built into the wall, a wardrobe with a change of clothes, and an adjacent bathroom. Apart from that, there was no furniture in the room.

Cozar had already stepped into the room when the door closed behind him, separating him and Orra. A card scanner was the only way to open the door.

"Get comfy," the hawk's voice could be heard from behind the door. "This job might take a while."

"You're trapping me here?"

"I can't have you roaming my station, can I? Don't want you trying anything funny."

"So you're keeping me a prisoner."

Orra chuckled. "Think of it as a mandatory holiday getaway."

"I don't need a fucking holiday!" Cozar slammed his fists on the door, but Orra was already gone.

"Gah!"

---

The white panels were the walls of Cozar's prison, giving no sign of the outside. His entertainment came in the form of television serials on the screen. But it wasn't all too bad. He was supplied with sustenance: he could get drinks through a beverage dispenser, and food was delivered through a panel in the wall. Still, the Tzen would be happy for this to be over. Still suited up in his armour, he laid on the bed and daydreamed.

Without warning, the door opened, revealing Orra dressed in his combat gear and gas mask. Cozar got off the bed hastily.

"Finally. Get me a ride back to my ship. My crew should be expecting me by now."

"It's only been a week," the hawk's voice came out muffled from behind the gas mask.

"How long more then?"

"Not too sure. Tracking down the target is taking longer than expected, so give me a week more." He took a step towards Cozar. "Why do you ask? Already eager to leave?"

"The sooner I get off, the better," Cozar scowled. "I've other things to do."

"Don't like it here? There's food, there's water, there's entertainment. What more could you ask for?"

"I'm trapped in this small room with--"

"Unless you've been pent up from your stay here."

The audacity of the statement left Cozar stunned. Sure, he was a little frisky, but--

His thoughts were interrupted as the hawk grabbed his crotch, squeezing his firm bulge through the undersuit of his armour.

"Get your hands off me!"

"You're definitely horny."

"What's it to you?"

"You're craving this and you know it." He gave the bulge another squeeze, eliciting a moan from Cozar.

"S-stop. I can handle myself."

"Don't lie to yourself. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" His fingers traced the outline of Cozar's manhood through the synthetic armour-cloth.

"Gngg..."

Orra pushed Cozar onto the bed and straddled him.

"Hey! Get off me!"

The hawk ignored Cozar's protests as he stroked the beak of his gas mask across the Tzen's armoured chest. The avian's breaths were deep and eager, coming out as hisses through the valves of the mask.

"Fuck, what--ungfth!" Cozar moaned.

His libido was stirred by as Orra eagerly grinded his bulge against his. The Tzen had refrained from touching himself over the past week, even in his private bathroom. It felt dirty pleasuring himself in someone else's base, especially the base of his rival.

All his abstinence had been for naught because his rival was now pressing his firm bulge against his. If anything, his repressed arousal was working against him. His hands were on Orra's hips, supporting the hawk as they rubbed the crotches of their armour together. Cozar's cock was getting stiffer within the confines of his suit, and he could tell that Orra's was already rock-hard.

"Uffh!" the Tzen gasped.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Cozar looked into the hawk's intense gaze through the lenses of the gas mask. Bright green eyes stared into him, and Cozar was sure Orra knew the answer even without asking. He huffed and nodded.

Pulling his bulge off Cozar's, Orra slid his beak down the valley of Cozar's pecs. His hands gripped the Tzen's broad shoulders to support his upper body weight. Cozar's hands gripped harder as the hawk's beak stroked the side of the Tzen's neck, just beneath his sculpted jaw.

Cozar let out a grunt of pleasure. Was it alright to be doing this? Was it alright to be getting turned on in his rival's base, aroused by none other than the rival himself. It wasn't his fault. Orra was the one instigating it anyway.

Orra pressed his palms firmly against Cozar's chest as he rubbed their bulges together. Cozar thrust his hips forward too, giving in to his zealous arousal. It started to feel warmer inside his armour, but he was engrossed in the pursuit of pleasure to care. He could feel Orra's erection pressed against his, grinding against each other through the leather material of their suit.

"Nfft..." Cozar groaned.

He wrapped his arms around Orra, pulling the avian into a firm embrace. Orra's hands were around the Tzen's waist, giving himself the leverage to thrust his hips against the Tzen's crotch. With his mind lost in a blissful haze, Cozar was only vaguely aware of the hawk getting off him. Before he could recover, his crotch was assaulted by the hawk's clawed feet. Orra had taken off his boots and was now sitting at the foot of the bed.

"H-hey," Cozar protested. "I'm not into--ngghh!" The hawk gave his bulge a firm squeeze with his talons, interrupting the Tzen with a wave of stimulation.

"You were saying?"

"J-just shut up."

"You're cute when you're angry like that."

"S-shut up! You're not--hfft." Orra pressed hard on the Tzen's bulge with one foot as he nudged the bottom of the Tzen's ample orbs with the other.

Cozar gave up resisting. The hawk's dextrous talons worked his privates skillfully, tracing the contours of his bulge and cock. The Tzen shifted his hips, trying to vent some of the pent-up steam he was feeling. He tensed his cock against Orra's claws, pushing his sturdy meat against their unyielding curves.

Dammit. Cozar wanted to push the hawk away and chase out of the room. They were rivals! So why was he getting aroused like this? Why was he unable to resist?

The hawk shifted forward, allowing his other foot to press against the Tzen's helmet with a sturdy and resolute force. Cozar squirmed beneath Orra's feet, one pinning his crotch to the bed, and the other pinning his head to the pillow.

Orra manipulated his claws, clutching the Tzen's throbbing flesh between his toes. The Tzen was reduced to a shivering, moaning mess, which filled the hawk with a smug sense of satisfaction. He continued his incessant teasing until the Tzen's gloved hands were gripping the bedsheets tightly.

Placing a talon on either side of Cozar's suited shaft, he began pushing his foot back and forth. The Tzen's pleasured groans were quickly muffled as Orra pressed harder against his face with the other foot. Faster and faster he stroked, gripping Cozar's keen cock with a firm grasp. Each time his claws moved towards the tip of the Tzen's cock, he would squeeze his talons tighter, massaging the Tzen's glans with his competent toes.

Cozar moaned and struggled, letting out fervent huffs of passion from within his helmet. A week's worth of denial was taking its toll on the Tzen. He needed this orgasm badly.

"You horny bastard," Orra taunted.

"It's been a week, asshole."

"How close are you?"

"Just...a bit more..."

"Let's get you all the way."

Orra repositioned himself so that he was kneeling over Cozar's zealous bulge. Grabbing the Tzen's shaft with his hands, he began jerking it off through the suit. Cozar's vision was swirling as waves of pleasure engulfed his body. Even with the suit in the way, he could feel the firm grip squeezing his throbbing erection, eagerly jacking him off.

There was no holding back. With a loud grunt, Cozar reached his climax as he thrust his hips fiercely. He spilled his load within the suit, shooting until his lust had been satisfied. Lost in a post-orgasm daze, he panted heavily. Orra pulled off his gas mask and laid on Cozar, pinning him down.

Fuck.

The Tzen panted as he recovered. His vision was still swimming, but the hawk's eyes were captivating. Their green depths were pulling him deeper into them.

Fuck. So much for being rivals.

Orra's breaths washed over Cozar's helmet while the Tzen heated it up with heavy pants of his own. The hawk was once-again grinding his bulge against Cozar's, spreading the bounty hunter's sticky seed across the crotch of his suit.

"That was fun," the hawk grinned smugly as he got off the Tzen.

He took a moment to admire his handiwork. Cozar was still incapitated on the bed, lost in a euphoric haze. Orra picked up his gas mask and left the room. The door shut behind him, leaving the Tzen behind to bask in the afterglow of his orgasm.

---

"This isn't the exit," Cozar protested.

Orra brushed him off. The bioscanner detected the hawk and opened the door. Unlike the white corridor, the room within was dark. Glowing blue lights illuminated the various objects in the room: a metal frame with cuffs, wires and tubes hanging from the high ceiling, and odd devices on a steel table.

"What's this--ughf!" the Tzen was interrupted by a punch to the jaw.

The blow wasn't hard, but it had caught him off guard. His vision blurred as he gripped the spot where Orra had hit him. Distracted by the pain, he was vaguely aware as Orra grabbed his right wrist and pulled it up. There was a click as metal cuffs were snapped around it. By the time Cozar knew what was going on, both his wrists were cuffed to the metal frame in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?!" Cozar yelled. "Let me go right now!"

"I needed the guest room. You're staying in the prisoner bay until I'm done with the mission."

"Fuck you! You could've just let me go. I don't give a fuck about this stupid bounty anyway."

"A deal's a deal. You lost the bet, so you'll remain in my base until the mission is done. And while you're here, you're mine."

"That's not part of the deal!" The Tzen strained against the cuffs but they didn't yield.

Orra ignored his protests as he took out a knife and sliced through the upper half of Cozar's suit. The material was torn off the Tzen's torso, leaving him topless. The curve of his bare chest and pecs were emphasised by the blue lights, rising and falling with the Tzen's laboured breaths.

The hawk was not done yet. He attached electrodes to Cozar's arms, chest, and abs. Wires ran from the electrodes to a machine with lights and dials.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"If you continue to protest, I'm going to have to punish you."

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do? Keep me here longer than you--argh!"

Pain flooded Cozar's body as electricity surged through his body for a brief moment.

"Just a taste. What do you think? Still want to complain?" Orra paused for a moment, waiting for a reply. "Thought not."

He tugged the waistband of Cozar's suit and stuck more electrodes to the Tzen's privates. The Tzen let out a grunt of pain as tiny shocks assaulted his cock and balls.

"Fuck...you're sick!"

"Standard protocol for prisoners in my base," Orra smirked. "Nothing personal."

"Damn you, I'm not your--arghh!" Another wave of electricity surged through him.

"The shocks are at the lowest intensity, so it's only going to get worse if you don't behave."

Cozar responded with a silent snarl. Despite his fervent attempts to keep it down, an unwilling erection was forming in the pants of his suit. His sizable bulge in the tight underarmour made him feel more vulnerable than he already was.

"Looks like the estim is doing its job extremely well."

Too well, Cozar thought.

"Unless of course, you're secretly enjoying this," the hawk teased.

Cozar certainly did not, but with the threat of electrical punishment for protesting, he chose to endure the humiliation instead. Orra grabbed Cozar's bulge and gave it a squeeze as he massaged the Tzen's cock and balls.

The Tzen attempted to move out of the hawk's reach, but with his arms restrained, he couldn't take more than a step back. His efforts only made Orra more eager to tease the Tzen's manhood. Cozar's cock tensed up with each pulse of electricity, throbbing in the hawk's firm grip. Trying to mask his embarrassment, Cozar let out an indignant snort.

"I still don't like your attitude," Orra frowned. "Perhaps we should do something about that."

He picked up the knife again and held its blade in front of Cozar's face. Even with his helmet on, the Tzen could not help but flinch. Not wanting to further aggravate the hawk, he tried to soften his sneer. The immense anger and humiliation within, however, was much harder to quell.

The hawk dragged the tip of the blade across the bare skin of Cozar's arm. The Tzen shivered, both from the cold metal and the steady pulse of electricity coursing through his body.

"How...long are you planning to keep me here like this?" Cozar grunted.

Orra chuckled and dug the sharp end of the knife into the skin of the Tzen's wrist. A bead of blood seeped out from the shallow cut, leaving a crimson trail as it flowed down the underside of Cozar's arm.

"Exactly as our deal entails: until the bounty is claimed. Not a day more, not a day less."

"That's not--unfh!"

Orra dragged the blade down the Tzen's arm. The pain was mild, but the cut still stung.

"You're not in a position to bargain. Not while you're a prisoner in my base."

The hawk wiped the blade cross Cozar's pecs, leaving bloody smears across his bare chest. He stepped back and admired his bound captive with a smirk. The Tzen thrashed in his cuffs, trying in vain to break free.

"Since you were so eager to cum the last time, I'll leave you with a present." Orra changed the settings on the estim machine.

The electric pulses became more energetic, doing their best to stimulate Cozar's balls as they tried to coax him into an orgasm.

"F-fuck! I won't be humiliated like this."

"We'll see about that."

It was hard to resist the temptation to cum, however. The Tzen shifted his hips, trying to block out the buzzing stimulation.

"Need some help?" Orra rubbed his crotch, kneading the erection within the Tzen's pants.

"D-damn you."

Cozar was reaching his limits. No matter how much he gritted his teeth or tensed his muscles, the orgasm within was bursting to escape. Orra stroked his cock, refusing to let up on the Tzen.

"Don't hold back."

"Never!"

The intensity of the electro was ramping up, making it hard to ease his raging libido.

"Almost there..."

"D-dammit!"

The last burst of electricity was enough to send Cozar over the edge. He shot his load, feeling his warm spunk fill the crotch of his suit.

"Grnng..." he grunted, trying to hide his immense humiliation.

"Heh, not so big now, are you?"

Cozar closed his eyes and panted. His head was swimming from the post-orgasm fatigue so he focused on his deep breaths. He would never live this down. He would never be able to face Orra's cocky face.

The estim had eased into a gentle buzz, giving him a few minutes of rest before working him into the next orgasm. The Tzen opened his eyes and looked up, but Orra was already gone.

---

Cozar shivered, both from the cold and the steady burst of electro assaulting his body.

"Gngg..." he grunted as his arms strained against the cuffs.

His hips thrust forward as he let forth yet another reluctant round of ejaculation. After releasing his warmth, he let go and slumped against his restraints. He was fatigued from his perpetual purgatory of endless orgasms, leaving him utterly disoriented. His consciousness had retreated to the depths of his mind: its only defense against the libido abuse and numbing monotony of silence.

The door to his prison opened and he raised his head to look. Orra was standing in the doorway. Orra, his captor and tormentor. Cozar would have screamed in rage and thrashed in fury at the sight of the hawk, but the weeks of confinement had crushed his fighting spirit. Instead, he snorted indignantly as he stared at the hawk.

"I brought something for you," Orra smirked.

"Just...arghhh!" Cozar screamed as a surge of electricity assaulted his overmilked orbs. He shot his load into his already-soaked pants, and the excess spunk dripped from the crotch of his suit.

"You're not in a place to make demands," Orra said. His gloved hand groped the sticky cleft of Cozar's pants, squeezing the Tzen's sore privates. "Not when you're bound up like that."

Cozar let out a reluctant grunt.

Orra spread his fingers, letting a string of Cozar's sticky cum stretch between his leather-clad fingers. The hawk let out a chuckle.

"But before I get to your surprise, let's fix this leaky tap of yours."

He produced a steel device and held it up to Cozar's face. The Tzen furrowed his brows at the sight of the chastity device. But having been tired out from the incessant and unwanted stimulation, all he could manage was a pathetic growl. Bound the way he was, there was nothing else he could do to resist the hawk's advancements.

Orra crouched and pulled down the pants of Cozar's suit. The electrodes were still stuck to the Tzen's privates, continuing to make his cock and balls throb with each pulse of electricity. The hawk fondled the prisoner's phallus, giving it a resolute squeeze up the shaft until he reached the tip. There, he used his thumb to massage the Tzen's firm cockhead.

Cozar was about to step backwards and pull his rod away, but the hawk gripped his balls with his other hand and tugged him back. The palm of the leather glove was rough against his sensitive and sore skin, eliciting a grunt of pain.

The hawk pumped Cozar's cock, starting slow and working the Tzen up. The Tzen grunted and squirmed within his restraints. Despite having already been stimulated past the point of orgasm countless times, he was getting incredibly aroused again. Having been deprived of another person's touch for so long, the hawk's attention was ridiculously satisfying.

But Orra had other plans. Tucking the estim wires to the side, he pushed the Tzen's hard rod and ample globes through the ring of the device. The cage was next, but the erect member was too big for the steel prison. The hawk didn't care; instead, he only pushed it harder.

"Hraggh!" the Tzen groaned in pain. The cage might've been able to fit his flaccid dick, but between the electro and the hawk's handjob, his erected cock would not go in easily. His only relief was his natural lubricant helping to ease his shaft in.

Bit by bit, his firm flesh was squeezed into the cage that was too small for him. Spikes in the cage's inner walls dug into his shaft, resisting his entrance. But with the hawk's forceful shoving, the Tzen's cockhead was eventually pressed against the spiked tip of the cage. With his rod fully erect, there was still an inch left outside the cage. Orra, however, was still determined to cage him completely.

"S-stop!" Cozar pleaded.

The Tzen clenched and squeezed. It felt like his cock was on fire. But it was almost in. Just a bit more and... There was a click as the two pieces of the device locked together. The Tzen shivered, partially because of the cold steel against his flesh, partially because of the immense shame he was feeling. Orra, his rival, had locked his manhood in a cock cage. Without his permission, it would never be released. To add insult to injury, the electrodes were still sending pulses of stimulation through his rod.

"Dammit! Get that off me!"

"But we're only just getting started," the hawk smirked, giving the cage a rough tug.

He pulled out a black leather collar from his pocket. As Cozar slumped there weakly, the hawk wrapped it around the Tzen's neck. He slipped the free end into the digital clasp and pulled it tight. It let out a beep as its internal locks engaged.

"Fuck!"

The hawk got behind Cozar. With a swift swipe of a dagger, he cut a hole in the rear of Cozar's suit, exposing the Tzen's sculpted rear. Cozar heard the sound of unzipping pants, then felt the hawk's manhood slide between the cheeks of his rump.

"Get off me!" the Tzen struggled. "I'm not your fucktoy!"

"You're in my base, so you're my property," Orra tugged forcefully on the collar, choking the Tzen. "That means if I want to use you as a fucktoy, I'll do it without a second thought."

He forced his rod into Cozar's tight pucker. The Tzen clenched his fists as his rear was invaded by his rival's maleness. Orra's tapered cock was hard, betraying the avian's eagerness as he pushed his way in. The Tzen resisted, clenching his inner muscles.

"You're only giving me a tighter hole the more you try to keep me out," Orra teased, forcing himself deeper into the Tzen. The avian's precum helped its entrance, but it still took effort to invade the prisoner's unlubricated rear. "I'm going to love breaking in your virgin fuckhole."

"Hfng!" the Tzen grunted.

"Good boy."

The hawk hilted his sceptre within Cozar as he savoured the warmth of the struggling victim. The Tzen's muscular rump was tensed up, giving him a firm resistance as the hawk pushed deeper. Ignoring Cozar's weak protests, he slid out of the tight tunnel before thrusting back in again. The Tzen clenched his rear, but there was no stopping Orra as the hawk had his way with his hole.

"You have," Orra huffed as he pulled out and plunged into Cozar again, "no idea how long I've been waiting to do this." The hawk leaned in and wrapped his arms around the restrained Tzen's chest, feeling his bare muscles tense with each pulse of electro. "After getting in my way so many fucking times, it's only fair that I have my way with you now."

The Tzen was too overwhelmed to reply. The feeling of another male's mast up his rear was both painful and humiliating. His rival's prideful gloating only made it worse. Why if he could get out of here, he'd teach Orra a lesson he'd never forget.

The hawk thrust faster and faster as he worked himself up. His right arm shifted down to Cozar's caged cock, fondling the throbbing flesh through the front slit of the device. His fingers curled around the sensitive skin of the Tzen's balls, giving them a gentle massage. Cozar's rod tensed up reflexively, pressing against the spiked and cramped walls of the cage.

"Hufng!" he grunted in agony.

The hawk ignored him as he indulged in the revenge-fueled pleasure. If the Tzen wasn't familiar with prostate stimulation, he would sure as hell have experienced it a hundred times over by now. Orra could feel himself getting closer to his climax.

"I'm gonna mark you like the bitch you are."

Bucking his hips, Orra shot his load into the Tzen's muscular rear. He pulled out a bit before thrusting in again, letting his prisoner's clenched pucker milk his shaft of every single drop of his male essence.

"How does that feel?"

Cozar groaned in frustration. Orra chuckled as he pulled out. Warm cum was dripping out of the Tzen's loosened hole, putting his shame on display. The torn fabric of his suit soaked up the excess fluid that escaped his passage. The hawk circled Cozar, taking in the defeated posture of the Tzen.

"We're not done yet. I haven't forgotten about your surprise."

There was a rumbling sound as the room trembled.

"I'd tell you to look behind you, but you're not in the best position to do that."

Cozar recognised the telltale signs of a cargo door opening behind him. The sound was then replaced with the heavy stomping of feet, followed by the grunting of a large beast.

"I thought this could be a nice reunion with your friend, the Erebos."

Wait, didn't Orra turn the beast in for the bounty? Why was it still here?

But Cozar was too fatigued to ask the questions.

"Yeah, I decided to keep it for a little longer. The client can wait. In the meantime, you two can have a little fun."

The beast was now behind Cozar, sniffing the Tzen with peculiar fascination. Its grunting and snorting felt intentional and deliberate, almost as if it was looking for something. Its scent struck Cozar as odd, too. Realisation struck him and he let out a panicked gasp: the Erebos was in heat!

"W-wait!" Cozar mustered all his strength to protest. "You can't do this to me!"

The restraints on the metal frame held fast as he struggled in vain. He let out a low-pitched whimper before he could stop himself.

"Be thankful I loosened you up for him."

The Erebos rose up on its two hind legs and rested its front feet on the metal frame. It moved its crotch into position, pressing its beastly cock against Cozar's hole with surprising dexterity.

"Help me! Please!"

"I'd rather not. This will be entertaining," Orra grinned.

The beast's monstrous cockhead pressed against Cozar's loosened pucker. The hawk's cum assisted its entrance, lubricating the Tzen's inner ring with its sticky texture.

"Fuck! Gnggrr!" Cozar yelled.

The girthy shaft felt like it was tearing into him, spreading his wet tunnel more than the Tzen thought was possible. Burning agony filled his insides as the beastly meat rubbed against his inner muscles.

Supporting itself on the metal frame, it gave a huge thrust. The impressive plunge shoved the Tzen forward, straining his muscular pecs as his arms were held back by the cuffs. His insides felt like it was on fire. There was no stopping the beast as it began pounding his ass. Unlike Orra's previous fucking, the penetration was neither intimate nor sensual. The beast was driven only by pure instincts as it forced itself deeper into the Tzen's unguarded recesses.

Each thrust of the Erebos made Cozar scream in pain. Tears escaped his eyes as he squeezed them shut, attempting to block out the agony. Raw, bestial strength accompanied each invasion of the monster's shaft.

"And that reminds me. See all the surveillance cameras around the room? All of them are recording you right now, immortalising the time the great Cozar got fucked by the Erebos."

"Argh!" the Tzen yelled as the beast penetrated him once more.

The Erebos' humid breath filled the air as it huffed in excited arousal. Its erotic pleasure matched the Tzen's agonising pain. Its feral mind could only comprehend its reproductive urges, ignoring the cries of its helpless sexual victim.

Every throb of the Erebos' cock stretched Cozar's inner passage with its expanding girth. Every thrust pushed the limits of his sore breech. The beast increased its efforts, bucking its hips with fervent enthusiasm.

Cozar could tell that the beast was reaching its climax too. It was shifting its feet as it pushed itself closer to the Tzen. Its hefty weight was resting on his back, almost suffocating him. It continued fucking him until...

Warm beast spunk was violently pumped into his tunnel. Its sheer volume stretched his insides, flooding him with a sense of sickening fullness. Satisfied, the Erebos pulled out of him, eliciting a tormented groan from the Tzen. The beast dismounted its fuck-victim and stumbled away, leaving a trail of residual cum behind it. Before Cozar could react, Orra was already behind him.

"Let's not waste a drop of the Erebos' cum, shall we?" He nudged a wide silicone plug into the Tzen's rear. "You're so loose now, it slipped right in." He chuckled.

Cozar tried to expel it, but Orra held its base firmly against his hole. With his free hand, he wrapped a belt around the Tzen's waist. A strap on its front was pulled down, allowing the chastity device to slip through a hole in the strap. It was looped around the back, securing the plug as the hawk buckled it to the belt. The Tzen let out a few pitiful huffs. The beast's cum felt revolting within him, but it was trapped inside by the plug.

"Done with the bounty yet?"

"Bounty? No, no. I'm not done yet."

"How long has it been? A month?" Cozar grunted.

"Two months, actually," the hawk grinned.

"What?! This mission should've been done weeks ago!"

"Fine, maybe I'm not as good as Mr Cozar here at bounty hunting," the hawk said mockingly. "I'll get it done eventually."

He held Cozar's chin in a vice-like grip, forcing the Tzen to look into his eyes.

"In the meantime, what should we do with you?"

Cozar shivered. Nothing about this bode well for him.

"You know, I've always wondered about that helmet of yours. You've never taken it off in all the times we've met."

Orra grabbed Cozar's helmet and gave it a gentle tug but it stayed attached to the Tzen's head.

"H-hey--"

"Just as I thought. Head attachments."

"What are you--"

"Neural implants too, if I were to guess." Orra picked up a screwdriver from the table of tools and walked behind Cozar.

"Hey, wait, no!" the Tzen writhed about in his bonds.

"Hold still," the hawk held the Tzen's helmet steady with one hand and examined it carefully.

He soon found what he was looking for. With his other hand, he dug the flat edge of the screwdriver into a gap in the Tzen's helmet and pushed. There was the clang of metal as a piece of the helmet bounced on the ground.

"Stop! Please, don't--"

"Ah, a neural link. And I have just the thing for it."

"Don't mess with--argh!"

A flurry of colours assaulted his vision as a cable was plugged into his helmet. Deafening static filled his ears and he winced in pain. Everything went quiet and the prison cell came back into view.

"Looks like the system is calibrating to your neural links."

"Get that thing out of me!" Cozar screamed.

"Nah, I like it better like this." Orra walked back to the front. "Besides, it lets me do this."

Within moments, Cozar's thoughts were subdued, as if sedatives had been injected directly into his mind. His body went limp, leaving him hanging by his arms.

"Why..." the Tzen pleaded.

"I figured you could be a bit more...useful around my base."

Spirals spun in Cozar's vision. Every few seconds, images would flash quickly. They were too fast for the Tzen to register their contents, but he could feel a stirring in his cum-soaked nethers.

"You see, if I could turn you into an obedient slave, you'd compensate for the space you're taking up."

"Slave? I'll...I'll never be your slave!"

"And that's where this system comes in. You won't have a choice."

"You're...you're brainwashing me?"

"Very astute."

Another voice spoke into Cozar's head. "You're a slave. You exist to serve your master."

"I'm not a slave!"

"Trying to resist, I see. No worries, you'll be brainwashed in the end."

"Stop this right now! Why are you doing this?"

"You're a slave. You will obey your master's every command without question," the voice droned on, getting louder with each sentence.

"Like I said, you're taking up space in my base. But don't worry, I'll let you out once I'm done with the mission." Orra walked towards the door.

"Hngg..."

The flashing visuals in Cozar's head were intensifying, clouding his vision and making it impossible to see. The outside world was overshadowed by the harsh stream of neural input. All he could see were the swirls of colours and bursts of images. Orra's voice was drowned out in the brainwashing track.

He needed to resist the voice. He was not a slave. He was a bounty hunter, one of the best in the field! Orra had no rights to keep him here. Orra was his captor. His master. Wait, no. He was stronger than this. He just had to endure this until the hawk was done with the bounty. That dirty stinking bounty. Until then, he would have to be a good slave. Right?

Cozar shuddered weakly.

"The only problem is I don't intend to work on this bounty," Orra chuckled as he walked out the door. "You'll be here forever."

He turned back to look at his pitiful prisoner. Cozar hung weakly in his restraints, utterly broken and defeated. It was satisfying seeing his rival like this, after years of having his bounty reward stolen from under his beak. All it took was a simple game of poker. He opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself and let the cell door close.

After all, Cozar didn't need to know that he had cheated in the game of poker.

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