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Between the dark silence of thought and the piece of cloth rudely tightened around his eyes, Trevor thought the whole situation was a mix between the set up to some amazing murder mystery LARP, and a much more brutal murder including him and a murderer. But regardless, It was an uncomfortable situation. Blinded from it, Trevor could only feel his way around it. The large harness, metal ring above his bellybutton, was the main focus of his distress. The last time he checked there was no serial killer that dressed their subjects up as gimps, especially in reference to the lack of pants, the leather boots and the odd ear cuffs he had forced upon him. It felt like he had been placed in a vat of latex, and came out dressed for something less intimidating than his danger dominated mind felt.

Although, he didn't have to dwell. As soon as the thoughts reverberated around his head, sights and sounds did as well. He blinked in disbelief, but his mind wasn't a liar. In front of him, sitting down in a chair that he felt himself strapped to, was a Rhino.

The feral Rhino didn't calm the nerves of the squirrel in the slightest. Teeth ever so slightly exposed near the canines, eyes focused into a beedy black blair and strands of hair pushed into what could only be described as an overdone 80s topknot met his vision. The only thing really calming about the image was that the Rhino seemed to have a key in his hands, but that was quickly met with Trevor struggling to try and get out of the seat, failing, and realising he was in fact locked up.

He sighed, but his breath didn't meet the outside world. Instead, the humid warmness of his breathing felt like it hung near his snout and, with a peer from his eyes, the snout had met a muzzle. In the daze of waking up, his surroundings were revealed with stings of black and ominous undertones of torture, or rape. The bar placed between his legs, the bindings from his elbows to the chair, or the fact that he really felt like moving was a thought for another place were all scary things that almost matched the dower box he was in.

You could only really make out three things. Dark walls with suspicious molds growing, a singular dangling light placed directly above Trevor, and the Rhino who had now stepped up from the table he was sitting on. It wasn't much to go off, but as the silence finally became overbearing, Trevor felt like the world was thrown into a loop and with it, his head too.

Trevor took penance in the silence, although as soon as that was robbed from him, the muck and the dirt and the pain of the situation exploded in his head. Speech

"So, you said you had a kidnapping kink." The dirty Rhino smiled his yellow teeth at trevor. Each step wasn't just seen, it was felt. Each step had its own jaw. Trevor dipped his hand into the mouth that ate, and nodded his head. He was clearly shivering. His ankles awkwardly shook around in the place, and his breathing formed on the metal muzzle placed onto his head. The world, this tiny box, seemed to grow so big as his head bowed and looked at the stained rock floor below him.

The silence wasn't there anymore, and instead a constant stepping. And soon the constant was broken, and Trevor's head felt a yank, and was now looking the Rhino dead in the eyes.

Trevor nodded his head once again.

"Good, I'm to have my way with you" The Rhino snarked, before grabbing trevors hand and squeezing. Eventually, squeaks included, he let go and turned his back to the man and continued. "The pens need more nut producers. Call this initiation. No you cannot back out." The gravelly and gruff voice eventually continued. He slid his hand across the table, before grabbing a pipping bag , an odd piece of torture equipment. Trevor shook his head. Nitric acid, spikey balls, actual lava... Endless possibilities for such a small room.

But acid wasn't spilt, spikes weren't pulled, and lava certainly couldn't fit in a regular tube. No, as Trevor sat there, all he could see was a smirk transform into a smile, which changed to become an intimidating face of joy. And the sweat and odd sense of arousal from the fat big creature only increased tenfold as the device was placed at the front of the muzzle. It seemed the muzzle was designed for it, a hole being made for it to fit in perfectly. So perfectly in fact, that trevor wasn't even surprised when his mouth was pushed open, and his eyes looked wide at himself, a headshake met with a look of distain.

And oddly, the only oder was still the slob of a Rhino in front of him. No torture chemicals, no knives, not even a single SAW device! What gives...

The rhino placed both his (clear from the musk) fingers onto the tube, and with the very same gruff voice said "You can either swallow all this down and orgasm by the end, or squeak and moan and be hit by me. And who wins that fight?" He stated, his tone alluring a should, not a care for how loud he was. Wherever they were, backup wasn't an option. Trevor had to take this choice. And he knew that, inside, this secretly was what he adored in a sexual scene. It wasn't sexual but, his sensitive nose could smell the pipping bag, and he knew what was happening before it started. Without relent, he simply sat there and perhaps he was irrational or perhaps he was horny. But strangely, he wanted it.

The sweet smelling material wasn't only just glaced in taste, but it also felt like heaven on his tongue. The texture was odd. It wasn't just frosting, but rather crumbs, toppings and all sorts. It was like someone took a cake, mashed it up and mushed it into a bag until it was a perrie, and Trevor was the one being forced to eat it. His dick, the only thing unrestrained from the chair, certainly had a response to this. And, with his feeder realising this, the flow of crumbs, strawberries and peach tasting frosting only came faster and faster. Before trevor knew it, he was out of the pipe, and excitement came from many places, not just the sugar rush.

"There we go. Wasn't so hard, was it?" The rhino said with a sadistic grin, before dropping to his knees and placing a large hand onto the man's crotch. No contact was needed. The rhino could see the crotch explode into moist a moist mess, the imprint of Trevor's slutty submission to being fed evident.