Rick woke slowly to a pounding headache and a strong wave of nausea. Every attempt to open his eyes was met with blinding light and he was forced to keep them shut. He knew he was experiencing a hangover. He wasn’t the brightest, but he knew that if you drank enough alcohol the next morning would be unpleasant, and this morning was certainly unpleasant. Rick’s morning would become even worse when he realized where he was.
      
      When he finally opened his eyes and adjusted to the light the best he could, Rick’s heart sank. He expected to see what he saw every day: his old video game posters, his overflowing bookshelf, and the small mountains of dirty clothes that he could never be bothered to clean. The same room he woke up in every day for nineteen years. He had grown to love his messy little room that he rarely ever left; it made him feel safe. What he saw this time, however, filled him with confusion and fear. He was not home, and he did not know whose home this was. Who had brought him here?
      
      Though it was difficult to keep his eyes open, Rick began to scan his surroundings. He was under the covers of a comfortable bed the width of the entire room, which was at least twice as wide as his own room back home. The source of the bright light was a row of large windows above the bed, from which only a blue sky was visible. Posters and framed artwork contrasted against the pale green walls, and a large, blank dry-erase board hung above one of the many dressers. Turning his neck slightly allowed him to see two plush couches, a sizable refrigerator that looked recently installed, a microwave conveniently placed on a dresser right next to the fridge, and one of the largest flat-screen TV’s Rick had ever seen, which was complete with the latest gaming consoles. Through his fear, pain, and nausea he felt envy for whoever owned this perfect room, though he would prefer that it be cozier like his own room. 
      
      Upon seeing the two doors in the corner he tried to rise from the bed to leave, but experienced yet another shock: he couldn’t get up. Rick could feel his heart pound frantically in his chest as he tried to free himself. All efforts to pull his wrists and ankles apart were met with failure, no matter how much he exerted himself. Rick knew that his bindings were rope and felt the knot against his fur, but his palms were forced away from the knot and he stood no chance of untying himself with his fingers. Was there nothing he could do?
      
      He tried to piece together why anyone would do this to him, but no answer came to him. He admitted he was lazy and a bit awkward, but he was a good guy who always tried to be nice to others. He didn’t deserve this humiliation. The whole situation was grossly unfair, and he couldn’t do anything about it besides fighting back his tears. When he was able to shake off the covers to get a better look at what was keeping him from his freedom, he also discovered that not a stitch of clothing covered his skinny, blond-furred body.
      
      The humiliation was too much. Tears began to roll down his face. He had no idea where he was, who had brought him to the room, and the reason as to why he was bound and naked on an unfamiliar bed eluded him. Crying just made his headache worse, but he could not stop sobbing. Crying was really all he could do. He had never before felt so helpless.
      Rick desperately tried to recall the events of last night. His head felt as though it were stuffed with cotton, but he kept probing his memory for any detail that could help him figure out where he was. He remembered exiting the taxi and realizing that the party had been going on for hours. He remembered the awkward and embarrassing attempts at conversation. He remembered sitting alone on a sofa and wanting to cry as hard as he was crying now. And he remembered the mysterious tiger who offered him a drink with a friendly smile.
      
      After he met Zachary, everything was so much better. He no longer regretted going to the party. Zachary listened to everything Rick said, made him feel good about himself, and brought him a new drink every time he finished his cup. That’s where things got really fuzzy, but there was no way Zachary would do this to him. Zachary was a good person, and Rick was confident about that despite having only just met him last night.
      
      All attempts to recall what happened later on during the party were met with failure. Rick got progressively more drunk while his tiger friend smiled and attentively listened to all of his problems, but he remembered nothing beyond that point. Rick had never experienced a black-out before, but knew that was what had happened: he had gotten black-out drunk. Why did Zachary keep pushing drinks on him? Rick hadn’t been declining them, but surely the tiger knew when someone had had enough to drink. Unable to remember anything that would answer his questions, Rick let his head sink into his soft pillows and let himself cry.
      
      Sobs still racked his body when the smaller of the two doors began to open after what felt like many hours. Rick turned his head to see if it was someone he knew, but he was unable to recognize him. The biggest rhino Rick had ever seen stepped into the room with a small tray of cookies in one hand. Rhinos were always big, but this particular rhino looked as though he could walk through a brick wall unimpeded. The wall would probably beg for mercy if it saw those arms. The rhino’s warm smile did not suit him.
      
       “Good morning! Well, afternoon, now. Can’t really blame you for sleeping as long as you did after drinking so much. You needed the rest. How are you feeling?” He hardly sounded like a kidnapper. His concern sounded genuine, but Rick was sure it was not.
      
      Rick’s mouth felt dry and his headache hadn’t completely subsided, but he was able to stammer out “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
      
      The rhino expected as much. “My name is Bishop, and you’ll come to like what we’re doing. I know you’re afraid, but you’re not going to be hurt,” he said and seemed to consider something. “Not by me, at least. You’re safe with me.”
      
      Safe! Rick felt many things, but safe was definitely not one of them. If what Bishop said was true, the rhino had accomplices that might hurt him even if Bishop didn’t want to. He did feel hungry, though, and those cookies smelled good enough to make him forget how sick he still felt, though he did feel much better than he did when he first woke up.
      
       “I figured you’d be having a rough morning, so I made you a nice breakfast. You like chocolate chip, right?” Rick stared in response. Bishop lowered himself onto the bed and held a cookie in front of Rick’s muzzle. He did not trust him and seriously considered biting into the rhino’s hand, but he didn’t want to anger someone who could easily crush him. Instead, he took a bite of the cookie. It was warm, gooey, and delicious. He finished it quickly, and a second cookie was offered. They kept coming.
      
       “Everyone likes chocolate chip.” Bishop said when Rick had finished his fifth cookie. As he moved onto a sixth, Bishop gently placed a hand on Rick’s inner thigh. Rick almost choked, and tried vainly to shake off the rhino’s hand. So that was what he wanted? Why him? Rick was straight, and the rhino was too manly to be gay! And why would Bishop resort to kidnapping him when any gay man would do anything for a guy with a body like that? Was he working up to something else? Rick had many questions and zero answers. A whimper escaped his muzzle.
      
      “It’s alright, Rick. Just keep eating, everything is alright.” Rick knew everything was anything but alright, and nothing save his freedom could stop him from being terrified. He was tied up and naked in a strange place and being fed cookies by a strange rhino, so being scared was something he could not help. Especially when the rhino knew his name and began to slide his hand towards Rick’s sheathed cock. He didn’t feel like eating anymore, but knew that if he stopped things would become even worse for him.
      
      Bishop wasn’t blind – he knew Rick was unhappy with his sudden advances. That didn’t stop him from going further, though. He moved his body close enough for his pecs to press into Rick’s bony side and wrapped a massive arm around his captive. Rick’s nose was close enough to Bishop’s pits to smell the rhino’s powerful musk. Did he just come from the gym or something? He certainly smelled like it.
      
      Bishop arm squeezed Rick’s chest when he reached for a cookie to feed his captive. He didn’t move the hand that was dangerously close to Rick’s balls, which nobody but Rick had ever touched. “Keep eating, okay? You’ll feel better when you’re full.” Rick didn’t know how that was possible or if he’d ever feel better again, but he was not about to refuse the rhino that could splinter Rick’s ribcage if he flexed hard enough. He kept eating. The cookies were incredible, and cookies for breakfast was the only good thing he had going for him at that moment. He always had a sweet tooth.
      
      Eventually Rick’s chewing slowed and he felt too full to continue eating. He was not tired of the taste, but the feeling of fullness was beginning to become painful. He turned his head towards the rhino and asked him “I getting really full. Can I stop?” Rick was so close to the Bishop’s face that he could feel the rhino’s warm breath on his cheek. His horn was even more imposing up close.
      
      In response, Bishop grabbed another cookie and held it in front of Rick’s mouth. He moved his head away so Rick had room to eat, but pressed his body even closer. Rick could feel the rhino’s rock-hard member against his thigh, and thought he felt wetness slick onto his fur. This was wrong – he liked girls! He liked boobs! He certainly didn’t like big, burly rhinos that think that it’s alright to tie people up and then molest them. He felt tears well up in his eyes again. The cookie waited for him.
      
      “Come on, there’s just a few more. I made them just for you, you know.” Rick took a few more bites, but the feeling of fullness was too much and he whimpered pitifully. Bishop moved his hand away from Rick’s sheath and began to rub Rick’s slightly swollen abdomen. Dogs love belly rubs, right? Rick certainly did, though he did not appreciate receiving them from the bastard who kidnapped him. The rubbing did seem to help with the pain, though.
      
      “Alright, how about this: you finish all of the cookies, and I’ll untie your wrists. Sound good?” It did sound good. The ropes were very carefully coiled and knotted by Bishop to prevent any pain, but Rick’s inability to pull his hands apart was deeply upsetting to him. Much of what was happening to Rick was deeply upsetting, however. He wanted to at least have the freedom to use his hands.
      
      Rick took a bite, swallowed, and then took another bite. Rick finished that cookie, and then another, and then another after that. He ignored the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach and finished the remainder of his breakfast as quickly as he could. The tray was empty, Bishop was grinning, and Rick felt bloated and lethargic and scared.
      
      Bishop slowly rolled Rick over onto his side to get at his wrists. The rhino’s sausage-like fingers were surprisingly dexterous and were able to untie Rick’s bindings quickly. How did he get so good with rope? Rick did not know, and was too full to be concerned about that right now.
      
      He pulled his hands apart and held them in front of his eyes as if to make sure they were really his to move once more. He didn’t feel any pain from the bindings, but they were tight enough to leave impressions on his skinny wrists. He was too sleepy and too weak to use them to fight Bishop for his freedom, but he could at least rub his distended stomach to his heart’s content.
      
      Bishop wrapped his arms around Rick’s chest and pressed his body against his captive’s backside, his impressive cock pushing against Rick’s bare ass. Bishop’s scent was manly and almost overpowering at that distance. Rick didn’t have the energy to resist and was thankful that Bishop hadn’t decided to strip his clothes off or take advantage of him while he was too full to move. He kept massaging his stomach, which seemed to help with the pain, but he wished he could use them to escape. He knew the entire situation was fucked, but was too tired to think of a way out of it. Rick slowly drifted off to sleep in his captor’s arms, still rubbing his swollen belly.