Cadoc seethed and struggled against his bindings.

The rhinoceros had been held prisoner for days, and each one that passed was more insufferable than the last. He was kept perpetually bound and, with the notable exception of his sore tailhole, his muscles ached fiercely from lack of use. His face was left uncovered after the last time that Ubel changed his diaper, but the bounty hunter wasn’t sure that was preferable to having his spent padding tapped around his head like a hood. On one paw, he didn’t have his own stale piss being compressed against his face, but on the other, his visage was completely exposed to the omnipresent camera drone that silently hovered nearby. 

As if to punctuate his thoughts, the silver sphere recording every last moment of his shame extended and contracted its lens to put in him better focus. He had been bred more than a half dozen times by his lupine captor now, and used as the wolf’s personal urinal at least twice as often. 

He couldn’t get any leverage to extract himself from his bondage due to the suspension field around him. Failing again to break free, again, the mercenary shifted uncomfortably in place. His arms were locked in a tight hug around his torso by the straitjacket he was made to wear and his thighs were forced apart by the thick padding between them, which sagged from the weight of his own piss. He was rarely changed, so his disposable diaper was persistently swollen and dripping.

His jailor, the dreaded pirate captain Ubel, was cautious to the point of paranoid despite his collected demeanor. He never engaged with his prisoner without having his actions carefully calculated before starting. He knew the horned anthro would escape and kill him at the earliest opportunity. Thus far, the canid had enjoyed the pleasures his captive had to offer all by himself, but he regularly threatened to let his crew join in and have their way with him as well. Each fur aboard the vessel had a bone to pick with the bounty hunter. They would all jump at the chance to degrade and humiliate the anthro that sent their friend to a high-security penal colony, mining ore from asteroids. 

The door to the captain’s quarters slid open after hours of silence.

At first, Cadoc assumed that the space pirate was finally ready for another round as he confidently strode in, but accompanying him this time was a hulking brute of a crocodile. The reptile was naked from the waist up. The well-defined muscles of his abdomen disappeared into the belted waist of low-slung black work pants which were covered in pouches. The ends of tools, gadgets, and wires ejected from some of the many pockets. His olive green scales glittered in the soft lighting. His underbelly, starting from just beneath his chin, was a paler shade than the rest of him, while darker splotches of a verdant, forest green speckled the back of his hide. Twin rows of bumpy ridges ran down either side of his spine, and his body was crisscrossed with scars. His thick, heavy tail dragged several feet behind him, nearly as long as he was tall. He had a strong physique, but a naturally hunched posture, causing his flat snout to jut menacingly forward. Fangs overlapped both his upper and lower lips. His dark, glassy eyes focused on the humiliated rhino. The intense glare lent itself to his rugged handsomeness, but also an air of cruelty and power. He was clearly used to getting his way. 

“This is Acheros,” Ubel explained. “He is my mech-tech and electrical engineer. He built the apparatus that holds you now. I promised him an uninterrupted session with you, as long as he promised to keep you alive and, preferably, in one piece. It was his mate who you arrested a few cycles ago, so don’t expect him to be gentle.”

The bounty hunter expected no such thing. The intimidating reptile seemed to be one of the few anthros large enough to be his equal in a fight. He also had raw sexual energy about him, and in Cadoc’s experience, that meant he enjoyed things rough. The wolf sauntered away and poured himself a drink from a small bar in his suite before sitting in a comfortable chair to watch the upcoming show with open interest. 

Acheros reached down into the gravity stasis field. His claws tore into the plastic backing of the diaper and he ripped it from the helpless mercenary’s body, exposing his thick cock and heavy testicles.

“You think you are tough, but I’m going to make you beg me to stop,” he rumbled as he wrapped his palm behind his victim’s sac and threatened to squeeze and twist. The scales against his skin were smoother than Cadoc expected. Instead of following through, he let go and reached into several of his pockets and withdrew a small smattering of objects. There were devices covered in keys and ports, spools of cables and wires, sticky pads, rubber rings, and other odds and ends. He laid them out on a shelf nearby before unbuckling his belt and letting his loose pants fall to the floor.

He was left standing in only his onyx jockstrap with white elastic. The pouch was both tight and full, leaving little to the imagination. The reptile’s hefty cock was half-erect and clearly outlined where it pressed against the fabric and he had a pair of prodigious orbs filling out his underwear. The lack of a rear to the article allowed space for his gigantic tail. If they weren’t in the current situation they were, Cadoc would find his anatomy eminently arousing and wouldn’t think twice about bending him over and burying himself beneath his tail. As it was, however, he fought to keep his nerves from showing on his face.

Acheros turned and typed something into a nearby holographic display. The tips of his claws moved with enough precision that they might as well be rebounding off of a traditional keypad. The amethyst bubble that suspended the mercenary suddenly dissipated. Cadoc was left held aloft by only a pair of chains. One was attached to the spreader bar between his ankles, and the other to the collar around his throat that was attached to his straitjacket. He thrashed a bit, but the remaining bindings made the attempt pointless. His legs were splayed in the air with his ass fully accessible to anyone.

“Yes, fight all you want. I like the challenge. I like the hunt,” the dangerous reptile sneered. His voice was a deep, resonant baritone.

He plucked up a couple of rubber rings connected to wires. After pinching the tip of his prisoner’s penis he rolled one down to the base of the rhinoceros’s shaft. A second one quickly joined it below the head of his cock. They were just tight enough to stay in place on their own. Cadoc blushed when he found himself plumping despite himself as his member was handled by the attractive croc. He then placed a pair of sticky white pads similar to portable defibrillator electrodes on his scrotum. Each was large enough to wrap around his testicles from the side. He then connected all of the cords to one of the devices he brought with him and, after typing something into the gadget, set it on the shelf again.

Finally, he pulled a collar from his display of gear and fastened it taut around the pachyderm’s throat. It had a bulky box on one side with a pair of blunted prongs jabbing into his neck. It too was attached to the tool.

“I’m going to do what I want with you now. If you make a sound, this machine will shock you. Like this-” he pressed a key. For a brief instant nothing happened. Then, Cadoc felt a tingling sensation buzz across his groin. It was like a caressing finger that kept him hovering on the edge between numbness and pain. There were three electrical currents: One that ran along his shaft between the rubber rings, another between his balls, and the third biting into his throat. It was a strange feeling, but nothing terrible compared to what he had suffered in the past. In the right circumstance the rhino could even see him enjoying it. Suddenly there was an intense surge like he had been stabbed with a thousand needles and a light flickered on the device of the little screen. Heat and pain blossomed across his junk and neck and he gritted his teeth and fought back the urge to grunt. He realized then that the initial static buildup was merely the baseline that he would have to endure.

“That was low power. I’ve used data from the drone since your capture to calibrate it to your voice. The louder you are, the more voltage that runs through it. If you aren’t careful, you will be caught in a feedback loop. You’ll scream because you hurt, the shock intensifies because of your shouting, and the pain intensifies.”

The reptile turned his back to his helpless captive to retrieve a paddle. It was crafted of steel, perforated at multiple points, and had a sleek black handle in the shape of an equine’s phallus, albeit one small enough to effectively grasp. Acheros swished it through the air menacingly. It whistled as it passed by.

“I enjoy it when I get to play with a species that doesn’t have fur. The contact is so much more satisfying without the extra padding. Although it seems you are no stranger to extra padding.” 

He chuckled.

Cadoc’s reptilian punisher reeled back and immediately lashed out. The paddle connected solidly with his captive’s ass. It struck with a loud smack! that reverberated around the chamber. The pachyderm, unprepared for the stinging pain, gasped and snarled. He must not have bit back the yelp quickly enough, because a heartbeat later he felt the telltale tingle build in his loins before the stabbing jolt of electricity coursed through his body. He trembled but managed to not make any more noise.

“I barely hit you,” Acheros commented. “We will see how tough you really are before I am through.”

He pulled the weapon away and smacked him with it again three more times in quick succession, escalating the force he used with each strike. The attacks landed with a satisfying series of slaps. Even Ubel winced in sympathy as they echoed throughout the suite, although he smirked cruelly as he did. To his credit, Cadoc managed to avoid electrocution by sucking in his breath through his teeth with a grimace. The crocodile started paddling in a rapid flurry of small strikes. None of the lashes were powerful enough on their own to elicit a verbal response, but they caused the rhinoceros's rump to redden as blood rushed in in the wake of the assault and sensitized him to future blows. Every once in a while, Acheros upset his rhythm by seeding in a powerful swing, causing a sharp burst of pain and making his prisoner huff or moan or whimper.

Cadoc could only stifle so many of these noises before he eventually faltered and was shocked. At one point he groaned so loudly from the jolt to his genitals that exactly as the mech-tech described happened and he screamed louder and louder, only to be electrocuted more. The sensation lasted for several seconds until he was able to get himself under control and growl through the end of the electrical discharge.

The scaled anthro had impressive stamina and continued to grow more aggressive in his paddling. He spanked harder and harder and maintained a cadence for a long time, until sweat beaded on his chest and brow. The heady scent of him filled the air. His erection strained against the pouch of his jock and left a damp splotch from where his display of dominance caused him to leak pre.

The mercenary was a proud warrior, but by the end even he had to fight not to whimper. His backside was throbbing as surely as the reptile’s cock. The regular forks of electricity that had fed into his dick had left him intermittently feeling stabbing pain and unpleasant numbness. He wasn’t sure which he preferred. 

“I’ll stop hitting you and fuck you instead. But you have to beg me for the pleasure first,” Acheros offered before making another powerful blow with his paddle.

The attack came so suddenly that Cadoc didn’t have time to steel himself, and it resounded against his butt with a deafening thwack! The rhino unleashed a pained noise. It was not so soft that the sensors couldn’t detect it and spikes of thunder charged through his maleness.

He panted, weighing his options. The rhino was proud by nature. He wanted to resist and not give the pair the pleasure of him groveling. He was also a practical warrior. He knew that the pirates would revel in tormenting him either way. It was really more a choice to endure the physical sensation of the paddling and electricity or the embarrassment of giving in with a drone filming and broadcasting his every word. But was he any less humiliated by being used and diapered and shamed than if he begged for the other warrior’s cock? Surely he would suffer less torture by asking for the crocodile to hilt him.

He set his face into a grim facade, still unable to force himself to succumb and beg to be bred.

The strikes came swift and harsh. Each blow sharper than the last. Their stinging resonance against his ass lingering longer and more painfully with each connection. The reptile was in his element. Each movement was measured. Decisive. The joy he took from electrifying and spanking his prisoner was evident on his muzzle.

It took all of Cadoc’s will, all of his effort to not cry out or huff. More and more often, as his hindquarters were reddened and bruised he grunted or snarled or yelped, receiving excruciating jolts to his privates for each infraction. He had finally hit his limit.

“Please,” he choked out plaintively, then groaned as a shock overtook him from speaking. “Please fuck me...aargh!”

“What was that? Louder!” He ordered. He ceased his strikes and placed a scaled palm on his submissive’s abused rump, massaging the tender flesh beneath his talons. 

The bounty hunter trembled in anguish and resentment.

“I need you in me,” he lied through the pain, “I want your cock buried in my tailhole!” Each word came out separated by a ragged breath. The tone of his voice rewarded him with more than a dozen short but intense shocks. 

“That’s what I thought you said,” Acheros declared. He set down the paddle and looked over to the lupine who watched intently. The captain nodded.

The crocodile removed his last remaining article of clothing, his jockstrap, and revealed his monstrous length. He was almost fully erect from his exertion of power over the horned anthro. The massive shaft rivaled the rhinoceros's own nine inches. It was covered in soft scales the same paler color as his underbelly, but his foreskin pulled back to reveal a rosy, leaking crown. He gave himself a couple of languid strokes until his hardness was completely rigid. A bead of pre oozed from his tip and dripped to the floor, trailing a pearlescent strand. The member throbbed visibly in his claws.

“It has been a long time since I have had fresh meat to play with,” he mused, leaning in close. His hot breath puffed across the spacefarer’s face, broken only by the keratin spike at the tip of his snout. “The other crew have either gotten used to my size, or do not wish to play.”

He grabbed a nearby bottle of lube that the captain kept close at paw and slathered a healthy volume over his length until it glistened. He cleaned his talon by wiping it between his prisoner’s cleft, smearing the remnants of the oil across his hole. The crocodile roughly twisted one thick digit into his entrance, slicking it as well. Cadoc managed to stifle his surprised grunt before the electrodes and rubber rings on his heavy phallus and sac electrocuted him further. Acheros wasted little time preparing him. Rather than carefully stretch and open him up beyond what a single, albeit stocky finger could do, he withdrew and lined his leaking tip up with the hastily greased entrance. If the adventurer hadn’t been knotted several times in the recent past by the wolf, he likely couldn’t have taken the gigantic cock that pressed against his aperture.

He bit his bottom lip and skewed his face as the reptile slowly forced his hips forward and thrust his penis into him. Cadoc futilely and unconsciously swatted his short tail this way and that as he was pried wide enough for the erection to enter him. It took all he had to not moan as inch after inch slid into his ring, grinding past the sweet spot within him. His face burned in shame as Acheros noticed a jet of pre eject from his half-hard cock and laughed.

The electrical engineer didn’t pause until he was fully buried in his unwilling lover, hilted to the base. He bucked his hips forward to drive the point home, letting his pelvis smack against the underside of the pachyderm’s splayed thighs in a short series of bucks. He withdrew about halfway and suddenly drove forth again, taking his prisoner by surprise and making him growl. This rewarded the merc with a painful shock to his groin. It seemed that these erratic movements were designed to elicit this response from him, since the reptile merely smiled at his failure to remain silent. 

The croc pulled out until only his pulsing glans were still inside his unwilling mate’s tight heat, then pressed in until he hilted him again. He repeated this many times, not giving the rhino any moment of reprieve. The rigid shaft buried inside of Cadoc twitched. He was so full that he felt every slight spasm. The pachyderm moaned, grunted, whimpered, and whined despite his best efforts, and was repeatedly punished with the electric grip of the tech.

“You may think you have survived the worst of what I can do to you,” Acheros said as he moved his hips. “That you have conquered my challenge by enduring it stoically as possible. But believe me when I say that I am starting off easy. I want you to experience every moment of escalation. I want everytime I visit you to feel like it is the worst. This is just a taste of things to come.”

The promise sent a chill down the rhino’s spine as surely as he felt the erection in his ass. The intimidating reptile picked up his pace until he rapidly and roughly pistoned in and out of the imprisoned bounty hunter. His shoulders and chest rose and fell erratically as he approached his climax. His muscular form tensed. With a throaty groan he bucked forward and froze as he erupted inside of Cadoc. He pumped several ropes of sticky, crocodile seed into his partner’s hole. The rhino felt the massive load splatter inside of him with shame. 

His own cock was erect and hung heavily to the side, dripping a river of runny pre as it begged for a release. He hadn’t cum in so long and despite the torment that he faced his body responded with its natural proclivity. Acheros trailed a claw down it between the conductive rubber rings which squeezed his engorged shaft. He moved with a surprising gentleness in the wake of the rough torture. The rhino quivered against the pleasurable sensation and squirted a spray of precum. The reptile’s viscous essence leaked from his hole.

“A hair trigger even after all I’ve put you through, eh? I’d better stop touching you then.”

The crocodile extracted himself from Cadoc’s cleft, leaving the bounty hunter’s hole gushing and feeling empty. He milked the last vestiges of semen from his spent length, which hung heavy between his thighs. He captured the gloopy droplets on his finger tip and smeared it across the rhinoceros’s denied length before dressing himself.

Acheros expertly rolled the rubber rings off the exhausted prisoner and peeled away the electrodes. He then squeezed the mercenary’s testicles tightly causing his erection to deflate and shrink from the pain. Finally the shock collar was turned off and removed as well. With a couple of taps on the keypad the purple motes spiraled around the pachyderm again and he felt the pseudo-weightless sensation of being lifted and losing all of his leverage. 

“Should I diaper him again?” He asked, turning toward his boss.

“That was quite a show. Thank you, Acheros. But no, you’re dismissed,” Ubel responding, licking his chops after finishing the last of his drink. He poured himself another glass, never breaking eye contact with his plaything. His eyes were the color of molten amber and promised unending misery.

What the bounty hunter wouldn’t give for a tumbler of whisky at that moment.

“I’ll bring more toys for you in the near future,” Acheros assured the prisoner icily before the captain’s quarter’s door slid shut ominously behind him.

“I do have you booked for one more event today. I’d suggest you enjoy your brief reprieve from suffering while you can. After all, it’s the breaks that make the torture.”

Cadoc didn’t give him the satisfaction of replying. The black and brown wolf seemed content to let him wallow in silence for the indeterminate amount of time before there was a buzzing on the intercom to inform them of another visitor at the suite’s entrance. A holographic image of a scruffy rat projected next to the portal. One eye was a glassy black bead with just a hint of crimson, like a drop of blood in the abyss. In stark contrast, the other was a robotic lens that glowed a sickly green. He had a shiny chrome plate riveted to his skull on the same side of his head as the cybernetically augmented eye. His coarse, smoky gray fur nearly covered it, but it was still visible beneath his bristling coat. 

“Captain,” he nodded to whatever device was recording him. His voice sounded faintly familiar but Cadoc couldn’t quite place from where.

“Enter,” the pirate bade him.

The door opened and the rodent scampered in. His movements were jerky and off-putting. There was a long scar across one forearm caused by the sutures of an amature surgeon and the claws on that arm’s paw moved with a speed and precision that was unnatural. It seemed he was enhanced in more ways that the rhino could gather with a glimpse. He was larger than most murines that the spacefarer had met, although still smaller in stature than he, the wolf, and the crocodile. He looked scrappy and tenacious. While Cadoc was confident he could take him in a direct fight (barring any technological surprises the rat might spring on him) he didn’t relish the idea of possibly limping away from one.

“Cadoc, this is Tacito, my communications officer. I believe that you met, however briefly, before you came aboard my starship. You should thank him for making you famous. My comm-tech has been responsible for making sure that your humiliation has been broadcast to the entire system. He is creative and mentioned that he had a few ideas to earn some extra credits from you before we dock with the local federation’s station and hand you over for your bounty. What kind of boss would I be if I denied him the opportunity to prove himself?” He explained dryly.

The rat laughed sharply. His voice held a raspy edge with just a hint of electrical static somewhere deep in his voice box.

“I’ve been clipping the best moments from when Captain Ubel had his way with you as well as your more recent experience with Acheros, but I’ve taken the liberty of setting up a live feed. Anthros all over the galaxy will be watching you soon. And bidding for what we will do to you both immediately and in the future, so make sure you smile for the camera,” he hissed. “We want you to earn every credit.” The robotic drone hovered closer, its lens extending and contracting of its own accord. 

Tacito tapped his fingers on the inside of his augmented forearm, clearly activating a secret implant. Tendril-like cables ejected from the back of his arm, just above the wrist. Four of them extended out a few meters each and writhed about each other in the air. A series of clamps, claws, and spines sproinged free at the tip of each like sets of mandibles. The drone emitted a beam of light, projecting a hologram of a chat feed next to a video of the bound rhinoceros. His nostrils flared angrily when he saw his own helplessly bound form. He glared at his mirror image and flexed his muscles against his straitjacket. 

“Yes. Struggle! It will make things more interesting for the viewers. Although they were promised a padded submissive for the show,” he trailed off snidely.

The tentacles wiggled over to where the stash of spare diapers had been stockpiled and deftly plucked one from its pack. The rodent effortlessly controlled them through mental input. They entered the stasis bubble and unfurled the rustling padding with one on each corner. Within seconds they had it fluffed full and fastened securely around his waist. Cadoc saw belittling messages scroll up along the feed. It was moving so quickly that he could barely read snippets of sentences before they disappeared from view. There must have been thousands watching his shame.

There was an adamant beeping from the projection along with a small sum of credits that flashed into view. The rat read the attached message aloud. 

“‘Make the little rhino cub wet himself,’” he said. “What an excellent suggestion!” 

The bounty hunter realized that it had been well before Acheros’ visit that he last emptied his bladder, and he was already feeling the dull ache of its urgency.

“There are a few ways we can do this. We could wait and let nature take its course in this instance, but that’s so boring. You can do as you are told, immediately and without question and show the whole system how we’ve broken you...or you can resist. Ineffectively, of course. I assume you are still too exhausted from the treatment my crewmate gave you to pose much of a challenge, but perhaps you’ll insist on preserving what little pride you have left by putting up a fight like a fussy cub. If you are noncompliant I can always punish you until you obey me. That would be quite fun. However-” his tentacles undulated menacingly, “you may have noticed that Acheros is not the only anthro on this vessel with an affinity for toys.”

Cadoc knew when he had been beaten. He needed what energy he had to escape if an opportunity presented itself. Wrestling machines and enduring further torture would only weaken him. As humiliated as he was now, he could always fly off to a far away galaxy and assume a new identity. Rebuild his career from the ground up. It wasn’t like his reputation around these stars was going to inspire much confidence in his skills now anyway. The horned merc kept his face as emotionless as he could while he forced his bladder to relax. This was something he had grown oddly used to after such a short time. 

The wolf and rat silently smiled as the hiss of his stream spraying into the lining of his crinkly protection filled the air. Denigrating remarks and jokes at his expense racked up on the screen as his diaper became sodden and drooped heavily between his strong thighs. A damp, pale yellow splotch blossomed across it. He didn’t realize just how badly he needed to go until he noticed that he had pissed so much that the soggy padding was left dripping from what he had to offer before he could stem his flow. He looked down and away, fighting the urge to blush.

“That’s a good boy,” the murine offered, patting his head patronizingly.

A grander payment processed with a message requesting that Cadoc announce that he wet himself and beg for a change.

“Well?” Tacito prompted. “Are you going to give your fans what they want, or do I need to get...creative?”

“I’ve wet my diaper,” he muttered quietly. “Please change me.”

“You can do better than that. Speak up so the galaxy can hear you,” the rat admonished.

“I’ve wet myself. Will you please change my diaper?” Cadoc’s voice went up in volume. He had to spit out every syllable.

“Passable, I guess. But if you don’t put a little more effort in I’ll make you start calling me ‘Daddy’,” he let out a short, harsh laugh. “Unfortunately for you, I won’t be changing you again unless someone pays for it. You can enjoy wallowing in your own piss for now.”

Donations steadily rolled in. They gradually degraded and regressed the mercenary further. The viewers demanded that he say more embarrassing lines for them to clip, record, and share. That he raise his register to sound younger, in a voice that definitely did not fit his masculine frame. Before long, the tasks turned overtly sexual. Tentacles with soft, rubbery tips rubbed him through his diaper, bringing him to the brink of orgasm and leaving him frustrated, hovering there on the precipice. As they edged him the bulge of his erection was prominently on display. Tacito didn’t even follow through with each suggestion, but still he was utterly ecstatic with how his show was going.

“You’re earning us a fortune. If this keeps up we will have our friend’s debt paid in no time and he can rejoin us. I guess that it is only fair that you help us get him out since you put him away in the first place. Maybe we shouldn’t even hand you over for the bounty. You’ll make us even more money this way.”

Multiple requests for the rodent to stand behind where Cadoc hung suspended and fuck his throat deep and raw came in. He didn’t seem keen on disappointing them. His long, hairless tail lashed predatorily behind him as he stripped away his clothing. Beneath his shirt, his chest resembled the rest of him; strong, sinewy, and riddled with scars and telltale signs of implanted technology. His trousers followed shortly after and he shucked his underwear along with them, having no qualms about being naked in front of countless watchers.

He had a plump sheath above a large, round sac. Both were the same dusky shade as the rest of his pelt. He was already erect, with the peach flesh of his maleness jutting out more than seven inches from his fuzzy confines. His member wasn’t quite as thick as his boss’s or the crocodiles, but it was still sizable at its base before gradually tapering upward to a point. It was slick with runnels of pre, and the scent of his arousal was powerful and intoxicating. He grabbed each of the rhinoceros’ ears and tilted his head back, letting the tips of his claws drum on either side of the bounty hunter’s jawline. He wrapped his prehensile tail up and coiled it a few passes around Cadoc’s neck before constricting. He did not compress it tightly enough to strangle him- he merely exerted just enough pressure to confirm his dominance. He exuded confidence in dealing with another dangerous anthro like he was a plaything.

He wasted no time in driving his hardness deep into his submissive’s throat, making the prisoner choke on his shaft. The rat thrust in deep and had to deftly curve his torso around the rhino’s massive spike. Tacito’s full testicles bumped up against the pachyderm’s forehead as he bucked into his throat and sprayed pre into his gullet. Cadoc heard more sounds signifying more credits rolling into the pirates’ accounts. If there was one thing he was grateful for it was that he could no longer read what was being posted along with them due to the angle of his head.

Ubel could see his throat stretch and bob around the erection pistoning in and out of it, forcing the rat’s tail to loosen and tighten in tandem with his fucking and grinding.

One of his slender, cable-like tentacles wriggled between the leg of his soggy diaper and his rump and found his still smarting ass. It was tipped with a long, already lubricated, rubbery probe that prodded until it found purchase. The rhino started as it jabbed into his hole and worked its way further into him. The tendril seemed to elongate and extend, working deeper into him, until he was sure that no anthro had experienced such depth. It vibrated, wriggled, and wavered, causing his own cock to stir and slide against the damp lining of his diaper. 

Soon the rat’s abdomen tightened. He tensed his body, including his tail, as he came. Tacito erupted a torrent of seed into his maw which he was forced to rapidly swallow or suffocate. It was true what was said about rodents and their ability to cum a fountain from those enormous testicles of theirs, and while his cock jumped and spasmed he unloaded splatter after gooey splatter of murine spunk. Tacito withdrew (from both ends), panting and pleased with himself. Even moreso when he glanced back toward his holographic display.

In a flurry of motion his tentacles removed Cadoc’s spent diaper and wrapped it tightly around the rhinoceros’s face just as the captain had done previously, blinding him. His own acrid scent filled his nostrils and his urine squeezed out against his muzzle, even as he still sputtered on the cum Tacito had force fed him. His neglected length twitched in full view.

“I remember hearing you liked that,” he whispered into merc’s ear.

The comm-officer gave his erection a painful flick.

“We still have a little bit of time before we dock. Maybe we could float outside of the station's airspace for a few days and earn some more cash this way,” he taunted while his prisoner heard him dress. “Or even whore you out properly.”

Cadoc listened to the rodent leave. He was unsure if Captain Ubel went with him.